"i got blood on my shirt and i can't get it out."
"uhm, wrong number? i hope."
[social media fic]
[the originals AU]
cover credit: babyy-bird on tumb and @babyy_bird
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hayleymarsh: when your best friend is also best friends with ya man. 👏🏽 [tagged: cococalm, elijahm] ♡47 likes || 32 comments.
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cococalm: best friends? i barely tolerate this man.
kolbitch: i love how you post this as they're having a tiff over the sailers hat.
elijahm: she's not my best friend, she's my adoptive daughter.
hayleymarsh: you're making it weird, it's like im sleeping with my best friends step dad. @elijahm
rebyrebz: no, you're the one that made it weird when you said that. @hayleymarsh
cococalm: i can't believe this is what goes on in your minds, i am leaving!!!
kolbitch: we've locked all the doors and windows, you're not going anywhere. *insert evil laugh* @cococalm
cococalm: did you just 'insert' an evil laugh? oh my god,,,, let me leave @kolbitch
dopestdavina: this is why she blocked you, kol. @kolbitch
hayleymarsh: she's blocked all of the mikaelson brothers at one point or another, i love her. 💗💗💗💗💗
elijahm: why doesn't my gf love me???
cococalm: because she has me, why would she need you? @elijahm
elijahm: you already have one leg, why do you need two? @cococalm
rebyrebz: are you going to rip her leg off? is that what's going on here? @elijahm
elijahm: and hit her with it. 😊 @rebyrebz
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klaus scrolled through his phone and ground his teeth together. he had called carmen countless times, text her and even sent her damn emails and yet she was ignoring him.
he just wanted to explain, he wanted her to hear him out and listen to his side of the story but she wasn't letting him.
his finger casually clicked on the instagram logo and his throat ran dry. at the top of his feed was the picture hayley had posted. a shirtless elijah with carmen, sitting relaxed as if none of the drama had happened. as if she wasn't hurting like he was.
his chest tightened and it felt like it was constricting as he looked at her face, shining and tan, just like he remembered. his mind shot itself to her home - laying on her sofa with her head on his lap as she slept. his hand stroked her hair while the other brushed fallen strands from her sculpted face.
klaus looked at the background and narrowed his eyes, he knew that place. he knew exactly where she was.
tipping his head back, he quickly downed what whiskey was left in his glass and stood up sharply.
if she didn't want to listen, he'd make her listen. if it was the last damn thing he did.
