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Zodiac Signs When Getting Rejected/Dumped

Aries – will just brush it off and say that the excitement and thrill was gone anyways.  They’ll be off on their next adventure and pretend everything is great because they rarely show their insecurity to anyone.

Taurus – will pamper themselves at their favorite “foodie” store and select a grand meal to cook at home while bravely fighting back the tears because even though the bull is strong on the outside, they are very easily hurt on the inside.

Gemini – will call all their friends to let them know they’ve been dumped as it’s juicy gossip!  And while they’re dialing away, they’ll be making plans for the weekend to secure their next conquest because the Gemini duality is always wrapped up in a spontaneous and fun package.

Cancer - will block you as a Facebook friend, immediately cross you off their Christmas card list and then assign a ringtone to your name so that if you call, they can ignore your call AND get the satisfaction of ignoring it!  All this followed by a hasty retreat into their shell to sulk because that’s where crabs go to nurture their hurt feelings.

Leo - will buy new hair products and spend hours perfecting their mane so that the next time you bump into them, they’ll look fabulous and will be totally over it and you because living in the past is just not something they do.

Virgo - will immediately create a pie chart, insert the reasons they were rejected based on percentages and then sit for hours analyzing it because that’s how they roll.

Libra – will be left wondering what went wrong because everyone loves a Libra. Excitement, adventure and parties all mixed into a whirlwind of Libra as the center of attention.  They will make do with the decision and be off to create an exciting new balance in their life.

Scorpio – will figure out all the reasons why and then start plotting their revenge as they are not one that takes rejection easily.  The scorpion has a fearsome reputation because they are deep and intense and there is always more than meets the eye.

Sagittarius – will relish having their independence back and be on the road to their next adventure with no hard feelings because lack of commitment and emotion are what fuels their fire to explore the world, attached or not.

Capricorn – will evaluate the whole process and then organize it in their mind while keeping it to themselves because they are excellent at waiting a long time for something they want and if the door opens again, they’ll be ready with a new plan of action.

Aquarius - will tell their friends that you were not the right person anyways because you couldn’t carry on an intellectual conversation if your life depended on it, you were clingy, jealous and wanted a commitment and that’s the complete opposite of what attracts an Aquarian.

Pisces – will hit the couch and drift off into a spiritual fantasyland where they’ll create a dramatic scenario of

why, why, why it didn’t work out because they are the most sensitive of all zodiac signs.

Welcome to Min Industries

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff and possible angst?

Word count:1359

Guys! It’s finally here! I been having this idea for a while but I didn’t think I could go through with it, but last night I had so much inspiration and I put it into this. I’m not exactly sure how long this will be or where I will take this but I’m excited for the journey<3 -Dri :3

Chapter 1


“Y/N” you’re needed now.“

The dial tone rings through the phone before I can even respond with a, "Yes sir”. A sigh escapes my lips as I debate on whether or not I should listen to him or not. I decided it was I should. I mean he does handle my paycheck. I stand up from my desk, straightening out my pencil skirt before strutting to his office.  
Mr. Min was his name. Heir to Min Industries. A man of desire and power, and I? His lowly right hand assistant. Whatever he desires I take delight in serving. Did you catch the sarcasm? Mr. Min was is the kind of guy who knows and gets what he wants like the spoiled child he is. I, on the other hand was the opposite. I don’t expect for anything to be handed to me.

Knock. Knock.

“State your business.”

“You called me, Mr. Min.” I stated annoyed.

“You may enter and leave that attitude before you do.” His voice monotone and unamused.

I sighed before tucking my honey colored coils behind my ear. I pushed the big cherry oak wooden doors that led me into his office. There he sat behind his desk, Blonde hair parted on the right side, a fringe falling a little over his brunette brows. Jawline tightening as his dark feline like eyes concentrated on the screen of his computer. A crisp white collared button up clad his torso along black suspenders. To put it simply, Mr. Min was handsome. Too bad his attitude sucks.

“Yes, Mr. Min?”

Without even glancing my way he ordered, “We have a meeting in a few minutes, I need you to accompany me and take notes.”

I nodded in confirmation, “Alright, let me just grab my notebook and-”

“No need,” Mr. Min interrupted, “Use this.” He pointed to the MacBook placed on the couch by the window. It wasn’t any MacBook though, it was his MacBook. He guarded that thing like it was his life.  

“Y-You want me- uh- you talking about this? Your MacBook??” I needed to be sure I didn’t imagine him saying it.

He paused from looking at his computer to look straight into my eyes. “Is that a problem?” His gravelly voice making me slightly uneasy.

“No, I uh- I know how attached you are to it. I didn’t expect you to let me use it, that’s all.” I stated logically.

His eyes still pierced mine. A mischievous smirk grew on his lips.

I’m real life confused. I don’t know if I should be mad, scared or turned on by that. I feel like I’m always trying to maintain my sanity around him.

While in my own thoughts I didn’t realize he gathered his belongings and was waiting at the door.

“Hurry up Y/L/N, I don’t have time for your childish daydreaming today.” He scoffed.

The meeting started. I sat right of the head of the table while Mr. Min stood behind it giving a presentation about stocks invested in the company or something like that. I typed away, my nimble fingers following along with every word that left his lips. Leaving memos for certain topics to clarify further. Eventually he sat down at the head of the table while other supervisors gave their input. Mr. Min sat tall in his chair slouching into it slightly, with his legs agap and his elbows resting on the armrest. Occasionally his index finger would stroke against his strong chin in thought.

“…I think if we do that, that could help raise the stocks.” A supervisor suggested. Kim I think his name was?

“Mmm…That’s a really stupid Idea. The fact you even thought that could even work makes me question why you still work here.” Mr. Min stated. The thing about Mr. Min is he never shouts, but his words cut deeper than a knife. My eyes widen in surprise. No he is not about to fire this man. He can’t do that. I mean he can but like, that’s so bold.

“Mr Min, I-”

“Have you ever thought of changing your career?”

Bruuuhhhhh.

“I’m sorry Mr. Min, but-”

“Y/N what do you think?” Mr. Min interupted.

Wayment.

“Uh- about what sir?” I asked hesistantly.

“About his job. Should I let him keep his job? If you give me a good reason why he should keep his job I won’t fire him.

Hell naw.

I’m a flustered mess at this point. What I say depends on this guy’s job?? Who does this??

"Well sir, Mr. Kim has been with the company for a fifteen years. He worked his way from the bottom to the top. He knows the in and outs of this company better than most. He is a valuable asset to this company. You may not like his suggestion, but isn’t that what meetings are for? To deliberate and find the best solution for problems? We are a team. Nobody is better than anyone. Not even you.” I explained in rush. My face turned hot once I realized I said that my boss wasn’t better than anyone. I mean it’s how I feel but I don’t want to be fired. How will I tell my roommates that?? “Hey guys, I got fired because I told my boss he ain’t better than anybody.”  

To my surprise though. Mr. Min was amused with my little speech.

“Cute.” He chuckled. “Alright Mr. Kim looks like you keep your job.”

You could literally see the relief passed through Mr. Kim’s face.

“Well continue this meeting another time. Enjoy the rest of your day.” With that said, everyone flooded out the conference room, including Mr. Min.

I made sure I saved all my notes in a file on Mr. Min’s laptop before heading out the door. That was before Mr. Kim stopped me.

“Y/N I wanted to thank you what you said earlier.” He smiled.

“Oh it’s no problem Mr. Kim! I meant every word, I’m sorry that happened though.” I said sincerely.

“Is it okay if I take you out for coffee? I mean as a thank you of course!” He asked nervously.

“Um, well I-”

“Sorry she’s busy.” I heard a familiar gravelly voice say before I was dragged by the forearm out the conference room.

Mr.Min  

“Sooorry!” I shouted from the hallway. I mean I didn’t want to go out with him, but that’s still rude.

Mr.Min continued to drag me down the halls, cutting corners, causing a scene until we were safe behind the doors of his office.

“What do you think you’re doing Y/L/N?” He questioned, his grip still on my forearms.

“I don’t know, what do you think you’re doing?! You literally dragged me around the whole office!”

“Because instead of working like I pay you to do, you’re in conference rooms flirting with other men.” His gripped tightened slightly.

“For your information sir, I wasn’t flirting, and if I was that is none of your concern, he wanted to thank me for not getting him fired, because YOU think it’s okay to dangle your power in front of people’s faces and make them feel insignificant!”  

His face neared mine, his breath lightly brushed against my nose. “Ah there is that attitude. What did I tell you about that hm?”

Aggravated, I shook him off me and handed him his laptop before storming out of his office to my desk. I sat there, fingers slowly but firmly massaging my temples. I really don’t like him and I don’t understand him. He doesn’t pay me enough for this foolishness.

Bing!

Jule Bug: Mimosa Monday? XD

Niss: YASSSSSSSSS!! FOLKS BEEN TRYIN IT TODAY YALL!

I smiled, perfect.

Sapphire (II)

Author: defholiq, Admin Shanna

Pairing: You / Jaebum

Rating: PG

Word Count: 2,525

Summary:  You’re the owner of a jewelry store. Prone to working late, staying overnight and not worrying about your safety. Until one night you’re robbed.

Originally posted by jaesbum

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Name: I Am Here For You
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Comment: After a long week, you call Castiel to make sure that the Winchesters are alright, but he realizes that you are upset about something. For @zoevesper. I am sorry it took me so long, hon.

You fall on the couch in your apartment and sigh heavily, exhausted after the terribly long week. You take the phone and first dial Dean’s number, then re-think it and dial Castiel’s.

“Y/N,” Castiel picks up his phone. His voice is just as usual - calm and serious. “How are you doing?”

“I am fine, just tired,” you answer quickly and change the topic. “How are you, guys? Everything ok?”

“Yes. Dean and Sam are asleep now, they have just exorcised two demons. Y/N, you sound strange,” before you tell him that everything is alright, Castiel hangs up and appears in front of you with the phone in his hand. “Do you need my help?”

“Hey,” you move your legs to make space for Cass, as he sits next to you.

“You sound strange,” he repeats.

“No, I am ok. Just very, very tired,” you sigh and lean against the back of the couch. Castiel takes your hands and looks you in the eye.

“Can I help?” you shake your head, and rest your head on his shoulder, breathing quietly. “Did someone hurt you?”

“No, just life is hard,” he smiles and strokes your hair. “Can you just stay with me? I really don’t feel like being alone now.”

“Of course, Y/N,” Castiel nods and carefully puts his hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer. “Do you want me to put you to sleep?”

“No… Let’s watch something. Have you seen Sherlock?” he shakes his ahead, and you shine a smile at him, taking your computer and opening the first season. “Let me show you the show of all time,” you proclaim proudly, not telling him about all the tears and pain. “You’ll love it.”

Nothing Like The Rain

Summary: “And I know that I’m drunk but I’ll say the words and she’ll listen this time even though they’re slurred so I, dialed her number and confessed to her I’m still in love but all I heard was nothing”

A/N: I haven’t written in forever! But I’m back and here’s this! Pretty angsty if I’m honest, but I hope you guys like it. Contains frequent flashbacks which are marked with italics. You know the drill, if you want a part two pls request. Thanks dolls:)
-Bronte

Approx. 3.4k words

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The burning liquid went down his throat easier than it ever had before, the frosted glass icy to his fingers but he couldn’t feel a thing. The numbness had long since taken over and the alcohol helped blur his memories of days he wished more than anything he could go back to. But those days were over now and he had no one to blame but himself. He had wanted the fame so bad; the fame and everything that came with it in all of its bright and shining glory. But if he had known what he would be losing, if he had known what the emptiness would feel like without the one person in the world who could turn his dark days into a summer’s dream then he would have turned his back on all of it.

“Another one.” He waved his empty glass at the bartender, but his bloodshot eyes and his slurred speech gave him away.

“I think you’ve had enough tonight son.”

Calum scoffed. “I’ve had enough when I can’t see her face and I can’t hear her laugh anymore and unfortunately for the both of us I still can so pour me another fucking drink.”

He was angry when he got drunk now. He used to be fun and cuddly, or at least that’s what you would tell him when he stumbled home after midnight and wrapped his arms around you, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck. But not anymore. Now the memories of you had hardened him, the good with the bad blending together so that it was hard to determine which was which anymore. But he knew one thing. He was still in love with you, just like he had been the first time he saw you and no amount of burning alcohol tainting his system could change that.

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“Just go talk to her mate. It’s not like she hasn’t seen you staring at her for the last hour and a half. At least if you talk to her it might make up for all the creepy.” Michael snickered as he took a sip of his beer.

“No way man. A guy like me does not just go up and talk to a girl like that. Snagging a girl like that require a six step plan and I am not fully prepared to-”

“Oh shut up you moron and go talk to her before I do.” Michael gave Calum’s shoulder a little shove, pushing him off the wall he was previously leaning on. Calum strutted over to where you were leaning against the bar, your bright eyes surveying the dimly lit nightclub but your posture straightened the moment you saw the tall, dark skinned boy walking towards you.

He stood next to you for a few moments, silently joining you in the onlooking before speaking.

“So how well do pickup lines work on a girl like you?”

“A girl like me?”

“A girl who’s clearly the most beautiful in the room.” He smiled, the crinkles by his eyes melting your heart.

“Oh well in that case I don’t know if they’ll work at all.” You teased.

“Good, because I prefer getting straight to the point. Do you wanna get out of here?”

“With you?” I don’t know, I was looking forward to a pick up line.”

“Well I was looking forward to telling you that this shirt is made of boyfriend material, but if the most beautiful woman here says I can’t then I guess I’ll just have to settle with taking you to dinner.”

“I can live with that.”

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It took six phone calls for Calum to be able to drag Ashton out of bed to pick him up. Ever since that night, he had unofficially moved back in with Ash who had unofficially been tasked with keeping Calum out of the bars, a task in which he had obviously been slacking in recently. With a scowl and a shaking head, Ashton dragged Calum into his flat.

“This needs to stop Cal. You’re going to drink yourself to death and I am not going to let that happen. It’s not fair to yourself and it’s not fair to the band.”

“The band is what got me into this mess in the first place.”

“Jesus Cal, you’re so ready to blame everyone but yourself. Maybe that’s why she’s gone.” Calum was silent, clutching a pillow from the couch and trying not to throw up. “You’re better off without her anyway. Now you can go on tour without needing to take a skype break every forty five minutes. Maybe you can pick a girl from the crowd, help you forget or something.” He chuckled. Ashton was trying to make light of the situation, but Calum was in too much pain for any of his attempts at cheering him up to have an affect.

“You also thought taking me to a bar to forget her would work too and look where we are now.” Calum growled, standing up from the couch and heading to the liquor cabinet. He grabbed the first bottle he saw and went to take a drink, but not before Ashton could snatch it right back from him.

“You’re spiraling out of control Calum. You need help.”

“I need her!” He shouted, his hands gripping his hair and tugging at the roots as he slid down the wall and landed in a pile on the floor. “I need her.” His last statement came out in a whimper, your name a ghost across his lips as he whispered it to himself.

Ashton sighed, unable to come up with the right words to comfort his heartbroken friend. “Get some sleep mate, you need it.” He mumbled before turning back and heading to his room.

The flat was silent, before the buzz in his pocket jolted him. He fumbled for his phone, squinting to read the notification.

            THE BEST GIRLFRIEND EVER’S BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!

He remembered when you had stolen his phone to write that message in his calendar so that he would never forget your birthday. Ironic how now the idea of forgetting you seemed absurd to him, like the possibility of ever being able to forget was lost on him. He was stuck with you, the memory of the night everything went wrong permanently stamped on his brain.

With a soft smile, he remembered the day just one year ago when he had thrown you a surprise party, the look of joy on your face as your closest friends yelled your name. You had rushed into his arms, thanking him profusely with kisses and giggles exclaiming how you were the luckiest girl in the world to have someone like him. He would give anything to hear you say that now. To even hear you speak his name would be better than the silence. He needed to hear you. With the alcohol clouding his brain, he scrolled down to your contact and clicked.

It felt like it was ringing forever. Maybe you were already asleep, or maybe you had already deleted his number. If he was you he would have. Or maybe you just wouldn’t pick up at all. He was wrong on all accounts.

The ringing stopped, but your voice did not greet him.

He could hear the faint sound of your breathing on the other line and if he was sober maybe he would have hung up, but drunk Calum had no filter and he was going to say whatever he had to.

“Hey baby.”

Silence.

“God I miss you so much. I was a fool. An absolute fool baby and I want you back. I need you back in my life Y/N. It’s only been a couple months but it feels like a lifetime and I’m going crazy without you. I still love you and I always will, I just need you to know that; you have to know that. I can’t bear the idea of you thinking those things I said were true. You’re perfect and you’re too fucking good for me. I love you. I love you so much.” His words were slurred, almost incoherent to his own ears as he babbled into the speaker. He could have sworn he heard you hold back a sniffle, but still your voice did not grace him.

“Y/N?”

The line went dead before he could even get a syllable of your name out of his mouth.

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“I can’t believe you didn’t even think to bring an umbrella!” You whined, clutching onto your boyfriend’s arm as cold rain poured down on the two of you.

“I did bring an umbrella. It’s locked in the car just like everything else.”

“You really test my love for you when you do dumb shit like this Cal.” You laughed, giving his bicep a loving squeeze.

“Everyone has to lock their keys in their car at least once Y/N.”

“And you had to do it during a downpour didn’t you babe.” You shook your head. You should be annoyed that he had made a stupid mistake like this, especially when he had not only locked the keys in, but locked in both your cellphones, the umbrella, your coat, and the picnic basket on what was supposed to be your one year anniversary date. But that was just Calum and you loved him no matter what. Besides, you could make the best of getting caught in the rain with your overtly sexy boyfriend. Especially when he looked this good in his singlet and wet hair that was sticking to his forehead.

“At least I did it in summer and not in the dead of winter though right? I mean, you like the summer rain, I sing about liking the summer rain, so this really isn’t as bad as it could be right?” He leaned his head down to kiss you on the cheek, water droplets from his hair falling down onto your face. You reached around his neck, pulling him down to you again and attaching your lips to his. Every time you kissed him you felt the same butterflies in your stomach as the first time he had kissed you.

The two of you continued walking down the sidewalk, his arm protectively wrapped around your shoulders. He was silent for a while, his face telling you he was deep in thought. The rain had died down, a few stray droplets falling from the trees and landing on the pavement the only evidence of the previous showers.

“Can I ask you something?” Calum’s soft voice broke the silence, his eyes were shining as he smiled sheepishly at you.

“Of course Cal.” You nudged his shoulder.

He was quiet for a second more before blurting out, “I think we should move into together.”

“Move in?”

He scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Yeah, I mean I just think it would be a good idea and stuff I guess because I just want to be able to wake up next to you in the morning and come home after a long day and crash on the couch with the woman I love more than anything. I just think that would be great.” His brown eyes were filled with adoration as he stared at you, awaiting your answer.

“Okay.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah, I think it’s a good idea.”

“Do you know how much I love you right now?”

“Yeah I think I do.”

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“Maybe if go I over there right now, then she’ll take me back!” Calum stumbled getting up from his spot on the floor.

“Cal, don’t. This is just hurting both of you.” Ashton groaned. This is how it was every night. Calum would make an elaborate plan to get you back after a few too many drinks and then Ashton would calm him down and bring him to his senses. But tonight he was serious. Tonight was going to be the night he finally got off his ass and did something to get you back instead of bitching to the boys about what an idiot he was.

“No I have to see her. Maybe if she knows how sorry I am and how much this is hurting me too then she’ll take me back.” He mumbled, mainly to himself. He wasn’t thinking straight. How could he, when the love of his life hated him. And how could he blame you? He was the sole cause of this. He was the one who had said all those things, the one who rashly jumped to conclusions. You were the one that walked away, but he was the one that let you go.

He was out the door in a flash, hailing a cab and repeating your address to the driver. He needed you to take him back. You were the best part about him, the part that made him happy. And without you in his life he wasn’t sure how to be happy anymore.

The taxi rolled to a stop in front of your house and slowly he got out of the car, a flood of memories rushing in. The last time he had been here was the night everything fell apart. Oh, how he would give anything to go back and fix it.

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The moment he walked through the door you were on your feet, a large smile plastered on your face as he strolled into the kitchen to grab a can of beer. You followed him to the refrigerator, unable to contain your excitement.

“Calum I have something amazing to tell you.” You gushed, stepping closer to him.

“Can it wait babe? I’ve had a long day at the studio and I really just need to take a shower and go to bed.” He brushed you off but you ignored his flippant tone, too excited for what you had to say to sense his readiness to pick a fight.

“Trust me, you’ll want to hear this.” You grinned but he only sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose as he took a long swig from his drink.

“Alright shoot.”

“James and Callie are getting married, and guess where they’re having their wedding?” You didn’t wait for him to guess before continuing. “Maui! And she asked me to be maid of honor which means that me and my lovely boyfriend of course get to accompany her to the beautiful Hawaiian island no expense to us! Her dad’s paying for the whole thing! We’d get a suite to ourselves for a whole week! A week, me and you in Hawaii together! We leave in six days.” You shouted gleefully, grabbing his hands in excitement. You practically already had your bags packed and you had been searching online for the perfect swimsuit to bring along with you. Now all you needed was for him to be excited as you.

“The AMA’s are next week I can’t go.” He deadpanned and just like that your once joyous smile faded.

“But you do those every year, you can’t skip it this year?” You asked hopefully.

Calum snorted, “5 Seconds of Summer isn’t 5 Seconds of Summer without a bass player Y/N. I have to go.”

“Artists back out of award shows all the time, you couldn’t maybe just do that once for me?”

“I am not backing out of the AMA’s Y/N.”

“Calum please, this really means a lot to me. I have to sacrifice things for your music career all the time and you can’t sacrifice this for me?”

Calum glared at you. “My music career is what’s paying for this nice apartment you live in. My fucking music career is what lets you live the lifestyle you live, don’t pretend like you would be anything without it. You do not get to tell me what to do when you don’t know anything about the life I’m living.” He growled, slamming his beer can on the countertop.

“Is that what you think of me? You think I’m some gold digger who’s just in this for your money? Jesus Cal, is that what you really think?” You sniffled, shocked at his sudden outburst.

“You said it not me.”

“Calum what’s gotten into you?” You furrowed your brows. This was not where you thought this conversation would go. There had to be something else bothering him, because he rarely picked a fight with you unless something big was eating at him. “What’s going on Cal? Just tell me what your problem is and we can talk this out.”

“What am I to you Y/N? A fling on the other side that you can gossip with your friends about, maybe sell a couple stories to the tabloids once you’ve had your fun?” He shouted, his face red with this rage that took you so off guard.

You were silent, unable to process what was happening. Sure you didn’t have a whole lot of money. You were still in school, struggling to get by when you had met him. But it wasn’t his status that had attracted you to him that’s for sure and it wasn’t his money that made you stay. You were in love with him and right now he was breaking your heart.

“I saw the pictures.” He growled. “You and that guy, yeah I saw the pictures. I guess being with a famous person isn’t as great when you have paparazzi stalking your every move. Or maybe you love it, I don’t know. All I know is that we are done.”

“Show me the picture.”

“What?”

“Show me the fucking picture Calum.”

He pulled out his phone, flicking through the pictures before he landed on one of you sitting on another boy’s lap in a dim night club. You recognized it immediately.

“That’s not what you think it is.” You said calmly.

“Oh really? It’s not my whore of an ex girlfriend cheating on me with another fucking guy?

“No Calum. It’s your ex girlfriend hanging out with her cousin who she is very close with and hasn’t seen in awhile which you would know maybe if you asked about my life a little more often!” You yelled at him, your voice cracking as you watched your relationship crumble before your very eyes. “How do you want me to prove it to you? I’ll call my fucking aunt and have her fax over a birth certificate. Fuck you.” You turned to leave, ready to be anywhere but with him.

“Baby, c’mon how was I supposed to know.”

“BY ASKING ME!” Jesus christ Calum, you could’ve just asked me! Or trusted that I would never, ever in a million years cheat on you. Anything other than assuming I was sleeping with him. How many girls are you photographed with every day Cal? And how many times do I sit here wondering if you’re fucking any of them? Never, because I trust that you wouldn’t do that.” Tears flooded your eyes and ran down your cheeks like two rivers polluted with mascara.

He reached for your hand but you pulled away. “No you don’t get to touch me anymore. We’re done remember?”

“Y/N don’t be like that, it was a mistake anyone would have made!” He protested.

“Not anyone. Not me.”

“This is stupid, let’s just go get in our comfy clothes and watch movies and forget this ever happened.”

“A gold digger, a whore, and now I’m stupid. Nice.”

“Babe that’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“No, I don’t know Cal. But I do know that you just fucked up one of the best things you’ve ever had.”

“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes in an attempt to save his ego.

“Whatever.” You echoed quietly. You stared at him for a moment, as if you were expecting to wake up from this nightmare. But you didn’t. And those brown eyes that once felt like home now felt more like a warzone than anything else and you weren’t going to fight anymore. Without a word you turned and walked out of the apartment and out of his life for good. And he let you.

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He didn’t know what made him act that way. Maybe it was the stress of the new album, or the couple drinks he had had earlier to offset the idea of you with another man. Whatever it was, it the cost was more than he could bear.

His shaking hand formed a fist, his knuckles wrapping on the door. He could hear you roaming around inside. The love of his life was so close to him but you had never felt so far away. The door creaked open.

“Calum.”

“Hi baby.”

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Part 2

Masterlist 

also … this business mindset the industry has adopted frustrates me endlessly… they’re fixing what was never broken …….. instead of focusing on increasing representation and/or creating sustainable garments (two necessary changes if we want there to be a future of fashion) they’re just dialing back creativity and commercializing/standardizing a legit form of art

Make you wish that you were sleeping in my shirt. Lie about my jacket and tell everyone it’s yours. Make you miss the way my hand fit in your hand. When you’re dialing my number listening to my favorite bands.
Hey baby you know all you can say is come and get me.

goldcaught  asked:

bless you both tbh: kc (the klaroline bit of these prompts is probs implied, but whatever the format looks better with it than without so we're keeping it) + drink dialing incidents piling up that lead to definitely not drunk hot hot sex and declaration of everlasting ooey gooey feelings

Notes: Kol is alive because reasons. Very fluffy and vanilla. Sorry not sorry. 💙

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Klaus groaned as his phone chimed five times in quick succession. It was three in the morning and he’d finally fallen asleep after a particularly trying day. Kol had stolen his phone the day before and changed all his contacts to nicknames from the current teen vernacular (often accompanied by emojis).

He hadn’t had time to go through and change them all back, and there were some he hadn’t been able to figure out because Kol had deleted all of his texts as well, and he didn’t have every number memorized.

He grabbed it and frowned when he saw the name on the screen. What the actual fuck was a ‘Bae’?

Urban Dictionary was immediately opened (thank you, Davina).

Bae: Acronym standing for ‘Before anyone else’.

He snorted. He had a sneaking suspicion now, and googled the area code (which, as he had guessed, was Mystic County in Virginia).

Bae 👑💜: Klllauuusss

Bae 👑💜: Do you still think about me?

Bae 👑💜: Cause I still think about you

Bae 👑💜: Well, mostly your dimples and how good you are in bed

Bae 👑💜: But also you.

Suspicions confirmed. Now, how to answer her questions… She was clearly intoxicated somehow and would be mortified when she sobered up, but he didn’t want her to think that he didn’t love her now that he’d had her. Then again, he also didn’t want to admit his feelings over text. That could go wrong in so many different ways.

Klaus: Are you drunk?

Bae 👑💜: Only a little.

Bae 👑💜: Okay, a lot.

Bae 👑💜: Drowning my sorrows in mai tais. Open bars are dangerous.

Klaus: How many have you had? And sorrows?

Bae 👑💜: 🍹🍹🍹🍹🍹🍹🍹🍹🍹 <– that many

Bae 👑💜: And Bonnie’s gone, Elena’s a witchy drug addict, and Stefan’s AWOL.

Bae 👑💜: I’m bored.

Klaus: Glad to know I’m you’re last resort.

Bae 👑💜: Please. Pretty sure that the only reason I didn’t text you before was because I was sober.

Bae 👑💜: Well, also judgy friends.

Klaus: Is that supposed to make me feel better, love?

Bae 👑💜: idk. Does it?

Klaus: While I am happy that you’ve contacted me, I want it to be because you want to, not because your judgment is impaired.

Bae 👑💜: I do want to. I just wasn’t drunk enough before.

Klaus: Perhaps you should sleep and we can talk about this in the morning.

Bae 👑💜: In the morning I’ll be sober.

Klaus: That’s the point.

Bae 👑💜: No. I’ll feel guilty for talking to you when I’m sober.

Klaus: Well, you need to get over that, love.

Klaus: Goodnight, Caroline.

Bae 👑💜: Fine.

Bae 👑💜: Night.

Klaus put the damn thing on airplane mode and covered his head with his pillow, wondering why he had decided to be respectful of her feelings and wishes.

Oh, right, because he loved her.

Now he needed a drink.

The next morning, he woke up late and turned on his phone, groaning at the fact that he had enough text messages that it didn’t say who they were from. He unlocked his phone (now that he had a passcode hopefully Kol would never get in again), and opened his texts, deciding to check Caroline’s first.

Bae 👑💜: I am so sorry about last night.

Klaus: Why?

Bae 👑💜: I drunk texted you.

Klaus: I’m aware.

Bae 👑💜: Right, so I’m sorry.

Bae 👑💜: For bothering you, or whatever.

Klaus: I don’t know what your definition of “bothering” is, Sweetheart, but it’s certainly different from texting me to tell me that you still have feelings for me.

Bae 👑💜: I didn’t say I still had feelings for you.

Bae 👑💜: I said that you’re good in bed.

Klaus: And that you think about me

Klaus: I’ll take what I can get.

Bae 👑💜: 😒

Klaus: 😊

Bae 👑💜: DID YOU JUST USE AN EMOJI?

Klaus: Yes.

Klaus: I am able to keep up with modern technology, thank you very much.

Bae 👑💜: Hip with the kids?

Klaus: 😒

Bae 👑💜: Right. Sorry. Anyway, I just wanted to say that. I have class now.

Klaus: No you don’t.

Bae 👑💜: Excuse me?

Klaus: You don’t have class until two. It’s currently half-eleven your time.

Bae 👑💜: Omg creeper!! How do you know that?

Klaus: You didn’t honestly think that I would leave you without protection?

Bae 👑💜: that’s so invasive!!

Klaus: And necessary. There have been three attacks on your life in the last four months.

Bae 👑💜: And you didn’t tell me????

Klaus: Why would I do that? You wanted to go to college. I was making sure that happened.

Bae 👑💜: That’s weirdly sweet.

Bae 👑💜: But wrong.

Bae 👑💜: You should have told me

Klaus: Perhaps. I did promise to stay away, though.

Klaus: In any case, why are you trying to escape?

Bae 👑💜: I’m not ready yet.

Klaus froze, his thumbs poised over the keyboard of his phone and took a deep breath.

Klaus: Yet?

Bae 👑💜: That’s not what I meant.

Klaus felt his jaw set. Why did she always get his hopes up and then mercilessly crush them?

Klaus: Right. Of course not.

Klaus: Because clearly that time in the woods meant absolutely nothing to you.

Klaus: You accused me of not knowing how to relate to people. Of not trying to understand them. I tried with you. I tried for you. I told you that I would wait for you, and I will. I will always want you, Caroline.

Bae 👑💜: Of course it meant something to me.

Klaus: However, I’m going to ask that you not contact me until you’re sure. You give me false hope every time, Caroline. There is only so much rejection that I can handle.

Klaus: And that is why you give me false hope. Your mixed signals baffle me.

Bae 👑💜: I’m just not ready

Klaus: Well, tell me when you are. Until then, I’m here if there’s an emergency. I’ve sent some of my blood to the hybrid I have protecting you, but if you need more, ask him and he’ll contact me.

Klaus: I love you, Caroline. I hope that we speak again soon.

Bae 👑💜: No, Klaus. You don’t understand

Bae 👑💜: I’m just scared, okay?

Bae 👑💜: Klaus?

Bae 👑💜: Seriously? You’re done talking to me?

Bae 👑💜: You can’t just say things like that and not text me back.

<Bae 👑💜 is calling>

Klaus threw his phone at the wall.

It had been a week since he’d decided to try to ignore Caroline. Once he’d acquired a new phone, he’d called he hybrid he’d made to tell him to text him only on Mondays with short updates unless it was an emergency.

That’s why when James texted him on a Wednesday, he got a bad feeling.

James: I know you told me not to contact unless it’s an emergency, but your girl just drove herself to the airport. I lost her once she went in, though.

Klaus: Do you know where she’s going?

James: As I said, I lost her. I can try to figure it out, though.

Klaus: Please do. Keep me posted.

He sighed, setting the phone back down on the coffee table and pouring himself a drink, lounging back on the couch.

He didn’t know how long he’d spent staring into the fire when the doorbell rang.

No one rang the doorbell.

He got up, setting his near-empty glass on the table, and steeled himself for who he was sure was on the other side. Sure enough, Caroline was on his doorstep, sans luggage, and before he could tell her that she should really leave unless she was serious, she reached up and slammed her hand over his mouth. “Don’t say a word.”

He raised an eyebrow but didn’t tear her hand away, which she must have taken as a good sign. “I am not here forever, but it’s Thanksgiving break and my mother’s working, so I have a few days.”

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand gently off his face. “You shouldn’t be here. You’re still not ready,” he pointed out.

“I’m ready to spend break with you, and I’m ready for you to show me New Orleans. Baby steps, Klaus. Please.”

He took a deep breath. Could he really let her go after the few days she was here?

Be honest with yourself. You know you’ll regret this, but you can’t turn her away. Not now.

“Fine. I’ll show you to one of the guest bedrooms–”

“You cannot be serious.”

“You said baby steps.”

“Yeah, like emotional baby steps. I’m pretty sure you love me. I’m pretty sure I’m in denial about loving you. I’m pretty sure that you have ruined me for anyone else, and I’m pretty sure that I want you to take me to your bedroom and fuck me as soon as possible. And then take me to dinner.”

“It’s only noon,” he said without thinking, immediately inwardly wincing at the words.

“Exactly,” she said, an impish smile crossing her face.

And then her lips were on his and he was pretty sure that someone made a horrible bureaucratic mistake and sent him to heaven by accident. She pushed him against the nearest wall, tugging his shirt over his head and throwing it to the side, her hands running up and down his chest, her fingernails making brief marks against his skin before they healed, making him groan into her mouth.

His hands fell on her hips, squeezing them lightly through her jeans, and he had forgotten how fucking perfect she was. She fit so naturally against him, her lips melding to his like they’d been made for each other, and he picked her up, pulling her legs around his waist, and sped them to his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him and pushing her onto the bed. He laid on top of her, capturing her lips again, stroking the soft skin of her abdomen under her blouse with his fingertips.

He kissed down her jaw and neck, his lips and tongue running down to the tops of her breasts peeking out the low neckline, before tugging the garment over her head, throwing it to the side. He unhooked her bra, licking his lips as she shrugged it off, revealing her breasts. He began to kiss and lick down her collarbone again before he flicked his tongue against each of her nipples, scraping them lightly with his teeth, making her arch her back and moan.

He looked up at her as he brushed the creamy skin of her stomach with soft open-mouthed kisses, his lips exploring every inch of her until he got to the waistband of her tight jeans. He unfastened them, sitting up to tug them down her legs and throw them aside, pressing light kisses to her hips and thighs.

She was looking at him in slight wonder, as though she hadn’t expected this turn of events (and she probably hadn’t, as the last time he’d had her he took her hard and fast against a tree), her eyes dark and wanting. “Klaus,” she whispered, a tint of a moan coming through in her tone. “What are you–”

“Shh, love,” he mumbled against her skin, nuzzling her hipbone with his nose. “I want to take my time and explore every inch of you.”

He gently pushed her legs apart, making her face flush, and brushed his tongue against the lace of her thong. She moaned, her head lolling back against the headboard, and he smirked before tugging the scrap of fabric off of her and giving her pussy a few languid strokes of his tongue. Her hand immediately wound into his hair. “Don’t stop, please.”

He had no intention of doing so.

He lapped at her slowly, savoring the taste and feel of her against his mouth, and the sounds she was making as he pleasured her. “That feels so good,” she breathed, her hands leaving his hair to grip the sheets tightly in her fists.

His tongue swirled around her clit before he continued to tongue-fuck her entrance, his strokes becoming harder and more demanding as he slid his palms underneath her arse to pull her closer to him.

“I’m so close,” she panted, and he picked up the speed of his tongue, moaning when she came on his lips, panting out his name.

He withdrew before nuzzling the skin of her hips and side, dropping soft kisses as he moved up to capture her lips again, thrusting his tongue into her mouth so that she could taste herself on his tongue.

Her hands moved to rub him through his jeans and he groaned into her mouth, his hands resting on her shoulders, pushing her against the mattress as he bucked against her hand.

She unzipped his jeans and freed his hard cock, stroking him languidly, her thumb ghosting over the tip of him to spread precum over his head. He groaned, his head dropping to rest against her shoulder. She spread her legs a bit farther and guided him into her, moaning as he filled her completely.

“You are so beautiful,” he muttered, brushing his lips over every inch of her face as he moved slowly, relishing in the feel of her tight, wet heat wrapped around him.

“I want you to come in me.”

“Anything you want, love,” he promised, his hips moving faster to slam into her in smooth thrusts. “I promise.”

She arched her back, tipping her head to the side to let him feast on her neck as he made love to her, and she clenched around him again, gasping.

“I’m so close.”

“Come around me love,” he said, his lips moving against her neck. “Please.”

He bit her neck lightly and she came undone, her hands gripping his shoulders harshly as she moved her hips frantically to meet his, both of them panting as she rode out her orgasm around him, making him spill inside her.

“I love you, Caroline,” he mumbled against her neck.

She took a breath, and he covered her mouth with his, pulling back to look at her dark eyes, flushed face, and bashful smile. “Don’t say it unless you mean it,” he said quietly. “Unless you’re ready.

“Soon,” she assured him.

He smiled, stiffening as his phone vibrated. Muttering obscenities under his breath, he pulled it towards him, texting Kol back quickly to tell him that under no circumstances was he to bring up what he’d heard unless he wanted a dagger in his chest. 

He set the phone back down next to her before rolling back on top of her to kiss her softly, hardening against her thigh. She smiled, scratching his sides, groaning when the phone vibrated again. She was somehow faster to respond and grabbed it.

“You have Kol listed on your phone as ‘best brother ever’?” she asked, a bit incredulous.

“He changed all of my contact names,” Klaus said, nuzzling her neck before stiffening as she descended into a giggle fit.

Bae?”

its-simply-me19  asked:

I just stopped by to see how you were doing??

That’s so sweet of you tbh boo I’m choking! But I’m good, I’m good. I’m eating peanut butter cookies n drinking milk n I spent the morning re-reading Miss Dial (amen) and now I’m working on my novel and it’s just a bomb as hell day tbH how you doing sweets? <3

Zodiac Sign’s Reactions When Getting Dumped

Aries – will just brush it off and say that the excitement and thrill was gone anyways.  They’ll be off on their next adventure and pretend everything is great because they rarely show their insecurity to anyone.

Taurus – will pamper themselves at their favorite “foodie” store and select a grand meal to cook at home while bravely fighting back the tears because even though the bull is strong on the outside, they are very easily hurt on the inside.

Gemini – will call all their friends to let them know they’ve been dumped as it’s juicy gossip!  And while they’re dialing away, they’ll be making plans for the weekend to secure their next conquest because the Gemini duality is always wrapped up in a spontaneous and fun package.

Cancer - will block you as a Facebook friend, immediately cross you off their Christmas card list and then assign a ringtone to your name so that if you call, they can ignore your call AND get the satisfaction of ignoring it!  All this followed by a hasty retreat into their shell to sulk because that’s where crabs go to nurture their hurt feelings.

Leo - will buy new hair products and spend hours perfecting their mane so that the next time you bump into them, they’ll look fabulous and will be totally over it and you because living in the past is just not something they do.

Virgo - will immediately create a pie chart, insert the reasons they were rejected based on percentages and then sit for hours analyzing it because that’s how they roll.

Libra – will be left wondering what went wrong because everyone loves a Libra. Excitement, adventure and parties all mixed into a whirlwind of Libra as the center of attention.  They will make do with the decision and be off to create an exciting new balance in their life.

Scorpio – will figure out all the reasons why and then start plotting their revenge as they are not one that takes rejection easily.  The scorpion has a fearsome reputation because they are deep and intense and there is always more than meets the eye.

Sagittarius – will relish having their independence back and be on the road to their next adventure with no hard feelings because lack of commitment and emotion are what fuels their fire to explore the world, attached or not.

Capricorn – will evaluate the whole process and then organize it in their mind while keeping it to themselves because they are excellent at waiting a long time for something they want and if the door opens again, they’ll be ready with a new plan of action.

Aquarius - will tell their friends that you were not the right person anyways because you couldn’t carry on an intellectual conversation if your life depended on it, you were clingy, jealous and wanted a commitment and that’s the complete opposite of what attracts an Aquarian.

Pisces – will hit the couch and drift off into a spiritual fantasyland where they’ll create a dramatic scenario of why, why, why it didn’t work out because they are the most sensitive of all zodiac signs.