#also ty i gave the light to them... heart emoji

[i-need-air]

Bakugou Katsuki – The wait before the promise.

Summary: He just doesn't understand make-up but for once he sits and waits because tonight is the night. Grown up Bakugou.

Notes: Here to throw something that's been in my BNHA folder for a month now and wasn't sure of it. I'm kinda MIA because I'm lowkey [but not so lowkey] obsessing over Haikyuu now so I might just throw some volleyball in my blog, who knows, who knows! Ty for reading this mess! [What is proof reading? Hah! We die like men here!] ♥ ♥ ♥

He really didn't understand it, although throughout their relationship he always did his best to at least try to. It has been his mother that had to slap [literally] some reality in his head after one big argument, just after they graduated. If he wasn't willing to put work in their relationship, visibly, not just assume everything is alright and/or it'll fix with time, they'd crash and before he'd know it he would've lost the love of his life.

Bakugou Katsuki wasn't much of a talker in terms of feelings but it didn't take him long to realize she was, without a doubt, made for him and vice-versa. And over the years the now man learned to communicate things through. Well, at least he's getting there.

What his brain couldn't wrap around is why in the actual fuck was she taking one [1] hour to do all her make-up. For a simple double date with Shitty-Hair and Racoon Eyes, or so she thought. And beyond that, what baffled him the most when he inquired about it was that she was looking to perfect the Natural Look™. [Y/N] said it so casually while applying that weird ass skin colored cream over her face with a literal sponge, ignoring his shocked face staring her down in the bathroom mirror.

Was she seriously trying to put make-up on her face just to have it look like her normal natural face? For once in his life-time Katsuki was at loss of words, choosing to bite his tongue and sit like a good boy on the couch and wait. He was already dressed, ready to go, the scent of his new cologne was annoying the hell out of it and overall he was getting impatient although not with her. Other things were on his mind too and maybe, just maybe, he was having this beauty product existencial crisis because he needed to calm down.

He started muttering to himself, tapping his fingers on his knee while seriously trying to figure out his partner. Or women in general. Last time they had a chat about a similar topic she just informed him that not everyone has his genetics, meaning his perfect skin, which made him roll his eyes but grin, conversation forgotten because he's a sucker for her compliments.

Getting up to grab a beer while checking the time, he saw her make weird faces in the mirror, applying god knows what and he couldn't help but make a face himself. Undeniably, she was cute, something he'd never ever say out loud, yet he couldn't help but stare from the hall, beer now in hand as she winked at him in the mirror. With a small smirk, he took a gulp and just observed in silence.

Why was she hiding her beauty marks though? Or that small scar she got from that mission they kicked ass together? He loved that about her, the small details on her face and body that he not so embarrassingly learned by memory at this point. And seeing her hum to herself proudly after throwing some brown powder under her cheekbones, somewhat and very slightly making them more pronounced, small smile of victory on her bare lips, he smiled with her.

It would've been weird to have someone lean against a wall watching you do something in basically another room but even if she felt his eyes on her, it seemed she didn't care. Maybe after all these years the woman got used to his intense eyes on her figure. Oh, how he loved watching her. From the first year in UA until now and without a doubt until forever. Yet here he was, admiring her, picking up her habits, such as the small squint of eyes when she was concentrating, slight pout on her lips whenever she didn't get the eye-make-up or whatever that light pink color was for not working how she wanted, her beautiful eyes shining when catching his.

And that's when he started noticing how her [e/c] orbs popped out more, complimented by the main color adorning her eye-lids. Her lashes, now longer, gave them a more cat-like shape. Those lips he kissed many times looked fuller yet he knew that sticky transparent gel on them was a pain in the ass. But he got it, finally, because until now he never watched her transform herself like this. Yes, he saw the before and after, and she was beautiful with and without make-up on, but has never stayed to watch her do a not so Natural Look™ and found himself letting out a chuckle because even after... how many years passed already? Eight whole years of knowing each other, of being by each other's side, he still found solace in observing her.

So when she let go of her hair, ruffling it a little to go along with her theme for the night and turning towards him with a smile, catching him already sending a smirk her way.

"I think I'm ready." she said, jumping a little then proceeding to adjust her summer dress.

"Whaddaya mean you think?" he said, giving her a mock-incredulous face. With a last sip of his beer, he headed towards the kitchen in an exasperated sigh, leaving her giggle in the hallway. Her soft pats walking away probably towards their bedroom gave him time to take a deep breath and check the time again.

They had reservations at nine sharp. Well, the restaurant wouldn't mind since they were the only ones scheduled in the premise for the night.

Checking his phone, Kirishima send him his good lucks [as if he needed it, pft] while Mina spammed him heart emojis and... fairies and butterflies? Disgusting. Whatever. It's not like it made him smile or anything.

"You're awfully smiley today. Did Izuku get down in ranks or something?" she joked, catching a glimpse of his features. Of course, their rivalry/friendship got much better over the years yet somehow they still had this dumb competition about whoever will be the number one. So childish and Men... would be what she'd comment whenever those two big idiots competed.

But no, tonight was about her, about them.

"I swear, woman, can't I smile without you interrogating me, hah?"

"You know I didn't mean it that way, Katsu!" she said with an exaggerated pout. "I love it when you smile, that's why I say." He almost choked on his saliva when hearing that.

"You'll see, dumbass." Smooth Bakugou Katsuki will always remain smooth. "Also, what the hell does Natural Look means? Isn't that make-up on your face, woman?" he inquired, changing the topic of the conversation while grabbing his and her jackets, house keys, all while waiting for her to put her heels on.

"What do you mean, does it look bad?!" her head snapped, eyes shooting daggers at him. He couldn't said something before?

"That's not what I meant!" his stomach suddenly decided to adopt a zoo, give all the animals some crack and put heavy metal on the highest volume. They were leaving. "You look good, I just don't get it why you'd—"

As he opened the door for her, rolling his crimson eyes at her fluttering eyelashes, over-exaggerated towards him while she gave an explanation, Bakugou knew that he didn't care whatever she wore that day, either face or body, because all he cared was about the little box in his pocket, the vacant restaurant they had their first date at, the catering crew he hired just for them and [Y/N] just being there. Oh, and the small detail of her saying "Yes".

So they left, echoes of their voices arguing like an old married couple, her teasing, his smart ass remarks and a promise in the air. The next time they'd cross the door of this apartment, she'd be bounded to be his, forever and always.

Oh. The dawning sun hit her highlighted cheeks softly, giving her an ethereal vibe. Yeah, he definitely gets it now. She looked even more breathtaking.

[mxrcayong]

let it unfold - chapter one

chapter 1

Waking up at six in the morning, Katie is already late.

She moved to Seoul around two years ago for an English teacher’s assistant position in a local elementary school. This was something she wanted to do a part of her study abroad program in university, however she enjoyed it so much – she extended her period of work. Within days of her arrival two years prior, she bumped into an old family friend from Chicago – Johnny Suh.

From there, she’d say her life felt like a movie. She had troubles, of course, with finding a place to stay and with work – but in her eyes, she had the best group of friends anybody could ask for. It’s not difficult to notice that when the boys are touring, Katie had more work done through the day and less sleep as a result of calling them for at least five minutes wherever they may be.

facebook group chat: the only full nct group (unofficial) has ten unread messages

She knew what they were going to say, so when she opened up the phone – she was not all surprised. All she did was chuckle, roll her eyes – at both the messages and their stupid nicknames, and speed up getting ready.

canadaboi: kaykaykay wru

canadaboi: we misssssss youuuuuuuuuuu

canadaboi: you said you’ll see us

mother ty: we’re ow to the dance studio already, visit before work pls

chenle: or u can teach winwin eng

ten/ten: he def needs it

loselose sent a gif

jae-son derulo: can u hurry up pls so u wont get late for work

johnny the who: kate – complains abt us making her late to work ALSO kate – wakes up late anyway

The boys just came back from touring a few days ago and since then, Kate has been unable to visit them in person due to an influx of English tests and assignments having to be graded. Mark and her call every day still – it was their rule; to call for at least five minutes every day. They created it one day after a week where Kate was swamped with some university documents and Mark was travelling. The days of that week felt like they were missing something.

Wearing a maroon sweater with black and white checkered paper-boy pants, Kate grabbed her messenger bag and tied her hair into a ponytail, running to catch the bus to the dance studio.

As soon as she entered the familiar building, the security didn’t even need to ask for her name. “Hey Dong-Sun, Hey Kwang-Sun!” She greeted the security at the door.

Kwang-Sun grinned, “Hey Kate, how are you? Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“It’s because the NCT boys just got back.” Dong-Sun commented, making the three of them chuckle. “What’s it like carrying 20 cups of coffee?” He motioned towards the bag of Starbucks in her hand.

She let out a dry chuckle, “It’s definitely heavy. I’m glad I remember at least some of their orders or else I would’ve spent 30 minutes just trying to find it in our chats.” And by some, she means Mark’s and Johnny’s orders. To find the other’s orders in a concise list without people arguing between, she just had to go to her messages with Taeyong. She did this as a surprise for the boys – mainly as a favor for herself as an excuse to grab coffee.

“Ask Mun-Hee to scan you up.” Kwang-soo instructed, “There’s a photo of you with the NCT boys. They told us to list you as an ‘unofficial member’ so you just need to tell them your name.” Her heart warmed at that.

She followed what they said and immediately, she knew the way to their dance studio.

As soon as the doors opened, there was a harmony of exclamations and three people tackling her. Luckily, Taeyong was one of them and quickly grabbed the paper bag full of drinks before they could spill as Johnny threw her over his shoulder.

Mark stood next to her, laughing.

“Put me down!” She laughed, smacking Johnny’s back until he listened.

As soon as she was put on the ground, she gave each of the boys a long hug before sitting down on the dance studio floor, drinking their coffees and catching up before their choreographers arrive in an hour and before she has to head to work. The reason they always meet in the dance studio is purely because it’s closer to her workplace and her home than the dorm and because the boys love to mess around in the dance studio.

It was a perfect moment in her eyes; all of them sat, sprawled around the floor. She sat in between Mark and Donghyuck, with Mark’s arm resting over her shoulder – like it commonly was, and Donghyuck teasing Mark by hitting him or mocking him. Eventually Hyuck stopped and rested his head on her shoulder as well.

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By the time she got home, she was debating heading over to the NCT dorms to sleepover ilke she normally did – but then remembered they’d be sleeping. They had an early dance practice tomorrow before shooting some promotional videos and, not to mention, Kate had an online tutoring session with one of her students.

So the rest of the night was like a normal night; she made ramen (which Taeyong taught her to cook) for dinner, she wrote some notes in her teacher’s notebook, changed into pajamas, and quickly prepared to call her student.

It was around eleven in the evening by the time she was done. But she still couldn’t sleep. Mark had texted her throughout the day and it had felt off – there were less emojis and more proper capitalization than usual. When she asked if something was up, he didn’t respond. He still hasn’t responded, and it’s been almost six hours. He usually responds within minutes.

It wouldn’t be worth it to check in on him when he’s sleeping, she sighed as she went to the kitchen to make some calming tea. I don’t want to risk waking him up.

The tea made her realise how exhausted she was, so while she sat down on the couch to watch some TV, she ended up falling asleep with only the TV light illuminating the room.

Suddenly, she awoke to a loud knock on her door.

And her heart was racing. Who’d be here at this time of night?

“Who’s there?” She sleepily called, getting up to her feet. Silence. “Hello?” She sang. Silence. She grabbed the bat she kept near her door for situations like these and held it to her chest. This would the first time she’d ever use this bat and her heart was thumping.

On 3, I’ll open this door. She told herself, trying to muster up the courage. 3, she breathed, 2, she held the bat to her shoulder, 1, she opened the door.

She gently placed the baseball bat by the door, breathing out a hesitant sigh of relief at the sight of the familiar face waiting by her door at this time of night. She rubbed her eyes of sleep, thinking she may be hallucinating. He should be sleeping; he has a dance practice tomorrow morning.

“Mark?” She asked, finally reaching over to turn on the light, “You should be asleep.” Kate motioned towards the clock on the wall, “It’s midnight.” Mark didn’t say anything and it was once Kate’s eyes adapted to the lack of light, she noticed the redness in his. She sighed, opening the door wide.

Out of their two years of friendship and daily chats, Kate has never seen Mark as fragile and as broken as he looks now. He still didn’t enter – despite the invitation. “Can we go?” He managed to let out with a small voice. It reminded her of when they first met through Johnny – he was shy and timid, much different to his stage persona.

Her eyebrows furrowed, “Where do you want to go?”

“Home.”

She was even more confused. “Do you mean with your parents? I can drive you there.”

Mark shook his head, “No, uhm, I took a cab here.” He noted. A silence filled the room – tense, but at least familiar. “What if we go to Vancouver?”  

[closer-stars]

match ateez members with your favourite songs :'D

LMAO VIVI, icb it took me this long to answer this 

Seonghwa - Niki’s I Like U. Though the song’s on the POV of the one who “lost”, Niki’s talking about the person who slipped away. Not gonna lie, this gives me Seonghwa vibes. 

“I know that I signed up for this casually But I fell for your tricks, I'm the casualty“ “But I just can't seem to figure you out You got that mystery“

Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t think Seonghwa would carry that much charm. 

“Something about you makes me difficult But that makes us even 'cause you're top of the charts Egotistical, it's so typical For me to fall for your kind But, oh God, I wish you were mine“

HELLO?!?!

“I like you, I like you, I like you Sorry, I never meant to (Sorry)“ “I'll be patient, I swear I'll even count to ten One, two, three, four, five F- it“

Just gives me the entire vibe of how Seonghwa has this charm that you never really thought of going for but here we are. Fools for Seonghwa. Also, Aries energy the whole ‘One, two, three, four, five, fuck it.”

Second: Ooh La la - Tinashe

Hongjoong - Right off the bat, it’s Masego’s Tadow, the entire way they did the song just gave me the impression, that once they have the means to have all of that in a studio, Hongjoong will probably do it too. Also, the lyrics.  

“Baby like oh How'd you do the thing? The way that you do it and she ain't even show Nothing She be walking 'round so confident, so heaven-sent I think she was meant to knock 'em dead like (tadow) (tadow)“

Give Hongjoong some time and he’ll probably come out with subtle chill bangers like this. 

Second: Hey Baby - Crush, Zion T

Yunho - Tone Stith’s Let Me. Him being so willing to lend his credit card to Mingi in that one V-live. The way this fandom just agrees that he’s the type of person who’s love language is to pamper them. BUT ALSO. Yunho’s very relaxed, the relaxed that has him just leaning against the couch type. (is it the Scorpio mars? I have no clue.) BUT this song. THIS SONG. YUNHO. 

Second: Coco Bottle - Penomeco 

Yeosang - Eric Bellinger’s Type A Way. When Jongho said that Yeosang’s song recommendation was The Weeknd’s Heartless, it made me look at him at a slightly different light. He’s underestimated I think. So have a song that warns you that if you underestimate someone you’re bound to get whiplash.... which is what Yeosang gives me. His confidence in himself also is growing so it’s only a matter of time until he probably shows something deadlier than what he’s been showing us.  (cough cough @yeochikin thoughts?)

“So careful what you wish for (you might get it) You might get it (just wanna show you)“

“When I give it to you night and day (woo, yeah) And day, day and night, I know what to do (and day) Bet I make you feel some type of way-ay, of way-ay, of way-ay“

Second: Nights Like This - Kehlani

San - Ty Dolla Sign’s Purple Emoji. The song’s pretty much on how they express their love and appreciation for the other person. Their Day 1′s. The people who helped them become better. Different types of love. All just wanting the better for the other. San’s been the Day 1 for ATEEZ, wanting the best, wanting to improve for them. Besides the fact it’s called Purple emoji (San: Purple uwu), it’s just something I can associate San with. 

“I had to boss you up, I had to level up myself I did some growin' up, I'm doin' better for myself But I still need you“

“When we turn like 50, I'm still gonna have all of your messages saved Purple emojis with horns on it Like the devil, but ain't nothin' devilish, babe In fact, it's a Heaven-sent thing“

Also, this song has a special place in my heart. I kind of wanted to make sure if I associate someone with this song, it was going to be someone who has a good heart. 

Second: Pineapple Skies - Miguel 

Mingi - Sik-K feat DPR Live’s Have A Little Fun. Did I spend time looking up the brands Mingi wears in Mingkiway and out of that vlog? Yes. They’re not cheap. It’s not brands either that are as known as Gucci but mention them to someone who knows fashion and there’s a chance that they know it. Rich boy vibes. Also, Live’s verse on world tours = Mingi’s wish for ATEEZ World Domination. 

“YSL a bunch of money Diamond bling Switching lanes Porsche yeah believe that World tour that you wait on Rap till I die so my coffin gold Rep the country Yeah you might know Gon be legend that’s how it go”

Second: Lost in Your Light - Dua Lipa

Wooyoung - Penomeco’s Coco Bottle. There’s something about this song that really gives me Wooyoung vibes. The whole: I want to get away from this place, somewhere different. with someone. I don’t have the lyrics here cause it’s really just a lot of comparisons to coco bottles, and being brought to his own world (whatever that means). I do see Wooyoung just freestyling to this song though :c

Second: Ring Ring Ring - Somdef

Jongho - It’s a tie between Ella Mai’s Boo’d up and Trip. LMAO, I really did not have any plans of looking at him. Not in the “I want to ignore this guy” but more of “I don’t want to fall for his charms” My friends have seen my turmoil of trying to stay strong and not fall for him up to how I now just Yell over Jongho’s existence and mannerisms. Also, I’m really not used to having someone younger than me as my bias wrecker????? Bro What.

“My bad, my bad for, trippin' on you“

“Hear my heart go ba-do, boo'd up Biddy-da-do, it just won't stop, it go“

[cemaine1990-blog]

Sculpted In Klay: 

https://www.wattpad.com/story/193052466-sculpted-in-klay?utm_source=web&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share_myworks

"Boo, Thompson sucks balls!" Camilla heard the jeer and the distinctively annoying raspy voice coming from the right side of the bar. She squinted through the dim lighting of the ironically named "W" sports bar to see the culprit: a blonde haired man and his two buddies, all sporting Clippers gear. Weird flex for a bar in the Bay Area, but she decided to let it go. She glanced back at the tv, the Warriors were trailing behind. Jeremy, the bartender, wordlessly replaced her empty tequila glass with a new one (extra ice, he knew her too well). She nodded a silent thanks, and they both turned back to the tv screen. It had been a long day, but then everyday for a pediatric surgeon was a long one. However, today was difficult on a whole other level than your typical tough surgery or overpacked schedule. One of her younger patients, Timmy, was doing worse, and she had to have "that" conversation with his parents. There were two conversations every doctor dreaded having. The first one was telling family members that a loved one passed away during surgery. The second one was preparing family members for the fact that their loved one was not getting any better, and that they had to start getting ready for the worst. That was the conversation she had with six-year-old Timmy's parents today. This conversation frequently—and understandably—included many tears, anger, frustration, yelling, followed by more tears and endless "Why?" and "Can't you do something?" questions. Camilla wasn't good at handling tears or feelings. In fact, she spent a majority of her time avoiding and running away from feelings by throwing herself fully into her work. This ensured that she was a kick ass surgeon, but it also left her little to no time for anything else, quite similarly to someone else that she knew.

The cameraman panned to a close up of his face, and she could tell from the way he rapidly squinted his eyes that he was quickly growing frustrated, and almost like a twin, she felt a similar frustration building in the pit of her own stomach. They've been like that since high-school, Klay and her, creepily in tune to each other's moods. When she broke her arm at the age of sixteen during a Big Bear skiing trip, he called her phone almost right away. When she didn't pick up he called her brother Dominick to find out what happened. Klay explained that he suddenly felt a sharp pain and knew something was wrong with her. Nowadays, when she was in surgery and had to miss one of his games (which she would usually watch at the "W" or her home) she would always know, even before checking the score, whether they won or lost. If she felt a warm glow-like sensation spread through her chest, it meant they won and he was happy and elated. If she felt sharp pangs in her stomach, she knew they had lost and he was upset and disappointed. Currently, the stomach pangs were getting stronger.

She took a large sip of the smooth tequila as Curry airballed a 15-footer, an unfortunate and ridiculously rare occurrence that made Golden Boy Steph seem like a mere mortal after all. Camilla sighed as the frustration in her stomach increased tenfold, suggesting that the other half of the Splash Brothers was on the verge of throwing a tantrum. Klay may have appeared like the most calm and down to earth guy on tv, but when it came to his passion he was incredibly competitive and not above showing his frustration. The tv showed Curry chewing on his mouthguard in sheer disappointment, when suddenly Camilla's iPhone screen lit up. A text message from Ayesha. It read, "Girl, this is bad. Really bad." It was accompanied by a crying face emoji. Camilla nodded at the words on the screen. Ayesha was right, this wasn't looking good. The blonde haired Clippers fan proceeded to get louder in his anti-Warriors chants, and Camilla had to talk herself out of going over there and throwing the tequila in his face. Instead, she took a deep breath. "Have faith, we got this," she texted Ayesha back. The Warriors had to go to the finals, there was no other option in Camilla's mind. And she didn't even want to envision the state Klay would be in if they lost.

She grabbed the pistachio bowl that sat at the edge of the bar and pulled it towards her. As she popped a few in her mouth, the first food she'd had in the last six hours, she noticed a handsome man entering the "W" and looking around, clearly searching for someone in particular. She ducked low, but her efforts to go unnoticed failed as he made a beeline for her.

"Cadell!" he called out, trying a bit too hard to sound like he didn't expect to see her. It was a lie, everyone knew this was her place. Not that she was trying to call dibs on it, but she was the one that actually made this place cool back when it was still known as a dump. Before she set foot here, all the medical staff at the hospital turned their noses at the sports dive bar down the street and would instead go to the fancy wine and cheese bar further down the road. She was the first one to come to the "W" and bring her co-workers in for an afterwork drink. And now it was the hot spot for doctors, nurses and anyone else looking to decompress after a stressful shift at work. But upon seeing Steven here, her own frustration increased as she realized that her afterwork sanctuary had now been invaded and compromised. No bar could ever be relaxing with Steven in it. Meanwhile, somewhere inside of the Oracle Arena, Klay had to be held back by his teammates from having the sudden and inexplicable urge to fight someone on the opposing team.

"Steven, didn't expect to see you here," she mumbled as he pulled out the stool next to her and sat far too close for comfort. His leg brushing against hers, his arm taking up her bar space.

"How's little man Tim doing?" he asked. She hated that he called him that.

"Not so good," she replied shortly and continued making progress on her tequila.

"Ah, sorry about that. Is that straight tequila you're drinking?" he asked, not sounding sorry at all.

"Yep."

"Hardcore, Cadell. Hardcore," he laughed, and ordered a long island ice tea. She found that a strange choice, but made no comment. After all, she didn't want to start off on the wrong foot with her new co-worker, but instinctually she knew that Steven was not somebody she could really be friends with. However, for the sake of a healthy work environment, she would give it her best shot.

Steven took a sip of his drink, which to Camilla's amusement Jeremy side eyed while serving, and blabbed on about his old work and how he loved this new job and about his ex girlfriend and on and on. Camilla had reciprocated with nods, where it was appropriate, and simple "ahh's" and "interesting's" where she felt she needed to insert them in order to be polite. But her head and heart was in the game. The Dubs had their backs against the wall, and it seemed to light a fire in them because they were slowly picking up their pace. Camilla popped a few more pistachios in her mouth when all of a sudden the pitch of Steve's voice shot up, meaning he had asked her a question. A question she completely did not hear.

"What's that?" she asked innocently, trying to mask the fact that she hadn't been listening to him for the past fifteen minutes.

"I was saying that you're really into this game, you like basketball?" he asked in a voice that suggested it was strange if she did in fact like basketball.

"I do, Steven. And you don't?"

"Tennis is more my thing, to be honest. But I can get us really good seats if you want, I know a guy," he replied proud of himself, once again putting Camilla at unease. Not only was he crossing professional boundaries now by practically asking her on a date, he was doing it in the most half-assed way imagined.

"You know a guy," she repeated, unimpressed. If only he knew the type of seats she could get them with one text or a phone call. But she decided not to hurt Steven's pride.

"Yeah, a lawyer friend of mine. If you're interested." But Camilla was no longer listening because Klay just nailed a game-tying triple. She smiled, the pangs in her stomach suddenly gone. She knew they were on a wave now, and nobody was going to stop them.

"Boo, hope that asshole breaks a leg!" the blonde man, now well on his way to a blackout state, yelled out aggressively. Camilla poured the reminder of her tequila down her throat, the burning sensation making her shudder for a moment. She pulled out a few bills and handed them to Jeremy saying "no change." Jeremy gave her an appreciative nod.

"I gotta run Steve-o," she said purposely using a name she knew he disliked, "I'll see you at work on Monday."

On her way out she "accidentally" bumped into the blonde man, who was holding a fresh pitcher of beer, causing him to spill it all over the front of his shirt. She smiled as he called her a bitch, and walked out to cheers from fellow Warriors fans. Nobody was going to wish injury upon Klay Thompson in her presence without going unchecked.

Her Lyft driver was waiting for her outside, and ironically had the radio tuned in to the game, so by the time he dropped her off at her loft, she knew the Warriors took the game.

"Evening Jerry," she nodded at the doorman, or the "concierge" as the building management insisted on calling him now. Jerry was in charge of visitor passes, package deliveries as well as hailing cabs for the residents of Camilla's building. Klay had always teased her about being a pediatric surgeon but living in a loft. But her place suited her lifestyle. It was in close proximity to the hospital, which allowed her to get there in less than fifteen minutes in case of an emergency. It was safe and secure, with Jerry on patrol. It was more than enough for her. It's not like she needed a huge house, when it was just her. No family. "Family", the word stung her soul, but she ignored it.

She opened the door and the nearly empty place greeted her. Klay had always made fun of how minimalistic she was, and how un-homey her places tended to be. He didn't realize she did certain things to protect herself. That she needed to keep this place cold and formal for very specific reasons. Her current place was a two story loft, and the base floor was pretty bare. Upon entering and walking through the hallway there was a neat and modern open kitchen to the right. It featured a large black marble island and black leather bar stools. She didn't have a big dining table, after all nobody really had proper dinners here and most of the food she ate consisted of Chinese takeout. Beyond the kitchen, the wooden floors led to a soft beige couch, a glass table and two beige chairs across from it, and further down were doors to a small balcony with an array of low maintenance plants (gifts from her mom who shared in Klay's sentiments about the place feeling un-homey, and who wanted to make the place appear like someone actually lived in it). The stairs across from the kitchen led upstairs into a spacious and bright bedroom featuring a super cozy king sized bed with a luxurious beige headboard and hotel like white bedding, two night stands on either side, and a huge bookcase featuring an endless array of medical textbooks. Next to the bedroom there was a large bathroom with a walk in shower as well as a separate large bath tub. Could she afford a bigger and cooler place? Of course. But this was her spot, this is who she was, and this is all she needed at the moment.

She pulled her hair into a ponytail, grabbed a vanilla bath bomb and started to run a bath. As the water filled up the bathtub, Camilla put on a face mask. It had been a long day and she was ready to relax and wash it all way. She walked over to her bookcase, and grabbed a crime thriller novel. After the tequila shots she had, she knew there was no way she could retain any new medical knowledge so she didn't even bother picking up any of her textbooks to read. No, a good Stephen King book would do it tonight. She immersed herself in the warm vanilla bath and started to read. But slowly her mind began to drift to him.

No matter how hard she tried, almost every night that she was home alone led up to this. She just couldn't put a stop to all the memories. After all, he was unforgettable.

The way he looked in his basketball uniform.

Her hand made its was underwater, and gently touched her freshly waxed womanhood.

The way his arms glistened with sweat.

Her fingers gently parted her labia and began to slowly circle the small button underneath.

The way he licked his lip in frustration.

She moaned as she remembered those same lips kissing all over her body, and that same tongue deep inside of her.

His fingers clutching the ball.

Her body writhed in pleasure remembering those same fingers being knuckle deep inside of her.

His voice as he answered post game questions.

The waves of orgasm washed over her as she remembered that voice groaning while cumming inside her.

The second she came, she regretted giving in to these fantasies once again. After all, she was the one who ended things (once again) and she needed to stick to her word this time. Their relationship had unfortunately been highly complicated for a variety of reasons, and fantasizing about their sex life was not going to make this any easier on her. And really, it was time to move on now. It had been months since they'd seen each other, and Klay was probably already dating a Hollywood starlet or an Instagram model. She had made her choice, and she needed to be firm in her decision. But a part of her couldn't help but give in from time to time and imagine a life and a world where they were able to be together, happy. She shook the thoughts away as she slipped out of the bath and washed off her face mask. She turned off the lights and fell asleep almost the second her body hit the sheets.

When she woke up the next morning, she remembered with fright that it was her birthday. She wasn't scared because she was getting older, no, she was scared because she forgot she had two days off which meant she would need to actually indulge the people in her life who had most likely planned something nice for her, like a surprise birthday party. What bothered her most was that she fully realized her attitude was completely ungrateful and bratty, and that many people could only dream of having such caring friends and family. Yet every year, she found herself aggressively dodging any and all birthday wishes. She glanced at her phone and sure enough there were already endless texts from family, friends and even some old patients who had her personal number. She sighed, guilty for feeling burdened by this outpouring of birthday love, and proceeded to send everyone a very grateful text of acknowledgment and thanks. If it was up to her birthdays would not be a thing. In fact, she decided she would look into what it took to become a Jehovah's Witness so that next year she would not have to endure this.

After she answered as many people as she could, she scrambled up some eggs and ate them with avocado toast. She did not do good on days off, it gave her too much free time to think. She thrived in her work environment where she was constantly busy and didn't have time to ponder things like her complicated relationship with a certain handsome Warriors shooting guard. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. She scrunched up her face trying to remember if she invited anyone over, but couldn't come up with an answer. However, the person behind the door was a delivery man, and he was holding a ridiculously large bouquet of red roses, which anyone who knew Camilla would know were far from her favorite.

"Are you sure these are for me?" she inquired as politely as possible.

"Are you Camilla Cadell?"

She nodded and accepted the bouquet, still confused. Once back inside she looked at the note card and it immediately explained her questions about the unfortunate flower choice: Steven. She wondered how the hell he even got her address and made a mental note to ask the hospital staff if anyone gave it to him on Monday. The flowers were not at fault and she felt bad so she put them in a vase and placed them on the kitchen island. She then quickly changed into her workout clothes, grabbed her mat and walked to a local studio for a morning yoga session. When she got back, her phone had a new array of endless messages and missed phone calls. "Great," she muttered to herself and proceeded to first make coffee. She could tackle the new messages with some caffeine in her system. She brewed her favorite kind of medium roast, added a splash of half and half and a dash of sweetener and began going through her phone. She listened to the voicemail from her brother first:

"Yo sis! Happy birthday, you're getting hella old. Like fine wine though. Listen, don't even try to say no to this. I've got a little get together planned, alright. I know you don't like that stuff but you're my only sister and you can't stop me from celebrating you. So...do whatever you want with your day, but meet me at Dover Lane at 7:00pm for come cocktails with friends, alright? Call me back when you get this."

She sighed. Dominick meant well, but the last thing she wanted to do with her night was cocktails with friends. Having to listen about everyone's lives and then endure personal questions about her own. It was tiring just thinking about it, when all she really wanted to do was lay on the couch and watch a movie, and maybe eat some ice cream. But he was her brother, and she wasn't going to deny him the joy of throwing her a birthday get together, so she texted him back to let him know she'd be there. Dover Lane was a fancy restaurant with a booming bar and sick private rooms. At least she knew she would eat some decent food for her birthday.

A quick glance at her closet revealed that she didn't have much to wear for the night as she had recently went on a closet purge and donated most of her things to a women's shelter. She glanced at the clock, there was still plenty of time to go shopping. Even though Camilla was frugal 90% of the time, she didn't mind splurging on things on occasion. Money was made to be spent, after all. Of course a lot of her money went to helping her family, donating, and causes dear to her heart, but at times she didn't mind to make a dent in her bank account for something a little extra.

And now that she was standing in the middle of Barneys on her birthday, she knew it was time to get a little crazy. First, she needed a nice dress. And shockingly, it didn't take long to find one. She knew it was "the one" right away. A sexy, simple and sophisticated black Bottega Veneta made in Italy. Plunging V-neck and sleeveless. When the saleslady saw her try it on she gulped for air, which is how Camilla knew this was the right choice. Price tag: $2,220. Next were shoes. Camilla spent most of her life in comfortable hospital shoes, but today she decided to spice things up and a brand new pair of nude patent leather Christian Louboutin pumps would do it. All for the lovely price of $695. Even though she made great money as a surgeon, she still had a tiny pang of guilt for spending all this money on herself, but she quickly forgot all about it as she moved to the jewelry section. She splurged on a pair of gold earrings and a diamond necklace, and begged the salesperson to not even tell her the total but just go ahead and charge her. As she was fishing around in her wallet, a credit card fell out onto the floor. Not just any credit card. It was Klay's American Express, more commonly known as the Black Card, one of the most expensive and prestigious credit cards. Camilla was caught off guard, she completely forgot she had it. Klay, who was also frugal with his money, yet highly generous when it came to those he loved, had given her the card one day as she was going shopping and told her to "have fun." When she told him she didn't need him paying for things, he made an annoyed Klay face and told her it made him feel good to splurge on her. So she took the card with her, and apparently never returned it. She was sure he cancelled it by now and had a new one mailed, but she decided to FedEx it over to him right after leaving Barneys, just in case. She picked the same-day service, and then went home to get ready for her dinner.

After she showered, shaved and moisturized, she began tackling her makeup. An hour later, her face was properly caked up and ready to party. She then quickly curled her blonde tresses into loose waves and squeezed into her sexy nighttime outfit. Nobody would point to her and believe she was a surgeon. Tonight, she resembled an Instagram model. She laughed as she looked at herself in the mirror, it wasn't often that she had the chance to wear an outfit like this. But sometimes a girl had to feel sexy, and if not on her birthday then when?

After she grabbed a Dior purse to go with her outfit, she ordered a Lyft and made her way downstairs. She had to hold back a giggle when she saw Jerry do a double take.

"Have a great evening Miss Cadell," he called out.

"You too Jerry," she replied. No matter how many times she asked him to call her Camilla, he still used Miss Cadell, so eventually she just gave up.

The scene at Dover Lane was predictable. Girls squeezed into sexy little numbers, rich gentlemen looking to get lucky for the night, and a slew of waitstaff waiting for their shift to be over. Dominick had gotten them a private room, and as the hostess brought her inside a gaggle of her friends and family screamed "surprise!" and shot confetti straight in her face. Camilla felt tired already, and she hadn't even begun socializing. But she put on a good face, and began making the rounds with her friends. She thanked people, she caught up with girlfriends who talked about their babies and husbands, she caught up with guy friends who all wanted to know why she was still single, she thanked her family for surprising her and caught them up on her work and life (which was her work). Her mother asked her when she would be getting a grandchild, to which Camilla directed her to ask Dominick. This question infuriated her, for reasons she didn't want to share with her family, and certainly not on her birthday.

The private room was a great experience. The food kept on coming, the drinks kept on flowing and the party seemed to be never ending. But sometime around midnight, Dominick's girlfriend began puking her guts out, and slowly but surely people began realizing it was time to call it a night. Camilla said goodbye to everyone, and accompanied Dom and his lady home to ensure that they would be okay. After making sure the girl didn't have alcohol poisoning, and putting Dom to bed, she was free at last. She was finally going to go home, get into some comfy pj's and shamelessly watch a few episodes of Law and Order SVU.

When she walked into her building the downstairs desk was empty, which was unusual. But she chalked it up to Jerry using the restroom. She took the elevator to her floor, and got out to find an unlikely scene at her door. Jerry wan wrangling with a very annoyed looking Klay Thompson. She stood there speechless was a moment until Jerry noticed her.

"Miss Cadell, this gentleman has been insistent on seeing you and will not leave. Do you want me to call the police?" he asked eagerly, as if he couldn't wait to have Klay arrested.

"No, no, it's fine Jerry," she quickly responded trying to diffuse the situation.

"You know me, Jerry!" an exasperated Klay exclaimed.

"I knew you when Miss Cadell was seeing you. I no longer know you, sir, and unless she says otherwise, you no longer have access to her floor." Jerry was a tough one. Because Camilla didn't exactly explain the reasons for her and Klay's breakup, he naturally took her side and assumed that like many of the other NBA players Klay had cheated on her with a groupie, and that's why they split up. Camilla didn't bother to correct him. It felt nice to have someone so squarely on her side.

Klay looked like he was about to start arguing or throwing punches, so Camilla hurried to open her door.

"It's okay, thank you Jerry, we're fine for now," she gently instructed and Jerry begrudgingly made his way toward the elevator with Klay mad dogging him all the way.

"Come on in, before he actually calls the police," she whispered. Klay followed her inside.

"What...are you doing here?" she asked, setting down all her birthday gift bags by the entrance and flipping on the light switch. The light illuminated Klay's handsome but tired face. Poor guy needed some time off she thought.

"This," he said, waving a FedEx envelope in front of her face.

"It's your card," she said, not understanding why he needed to come all this way to discuss an old credit card.

"I know, but you didn't have to send it back to me on your birthday. It still works, you can use it you know? Get yourself a birthday gift or something," he said and she realized he was slightly intoxicated.

"I don't need to use your card, Klay. Thank you," she replied gently. She felt so many emotions rushing through her upon seeing him again. First she remembered how crazy tall he was. Then she remembered how nice his cologne smelled. And lastly she couldn't stop thinking about how handsome his face was in person. It felt so good to see him again, but she knew him being here was bad news.

"It's your birthday," he stated. "I...I couldn't not say happy birthday. I couldn't not see you, CC," he said using his old nickname for her. It made her heart flutter. He inched closer to her face and she felt her breath stop. Suddenly, his eyes darted to something on the side of her.

"What the hell are those?" he asked, looking at the bouquet of red roses and marching towards the kitchen island to inspect them. Before she had a chance to make something up he exclaimed, "Steve! Who the hell is Steven?"

"Just a co-worker," she hastily replied.

"A co-worker? Sending you red roses? You don't even like roses, or did that change too?" he asked with a passive aggressive tone.

"No, I don't care for them."

"Steven, wow. You said you weren't leaving me for another guy. You said you weren't even looking for another relationship," he stated and squinted his eyes in that way that let Camilla know he was not happy. "Do you wish Steven was here instead of me?" and for a second he sounded like an unsure teenage boy.

"Of course not. I'm...I'm really happy to see you. And trust me, Steven is nobody to me," she replied, trying to reassure him. He didn't look reassured, but he didn't comment on it any further.

"You look...amazing by the way," he said and suddenly she felt self conscious in her tight outfit. "I brought you a gift. Sort of. I know you don't want it, but I don't want it either and I don't want to take it back. So take it, sell it, give it to a friend, donate it, do whatever you want with it. I just can't hold onto it," he said pulling out a little ring box. She felt her face flush at the sight of it and remembered the night he had first shown it to her, got down on one knee and asked her to marry him. That night still replayed in her mind often, and saying "no" to his proposal was the hardest choice she'd ever had to make. And now the ring was back, staring her in the face.

"Klay..." she started.

"Just take it," he said and the tone of his voice left no room for argument. She accepted it, knowing very well that inside was the most gorgeous cushion cut engagement ring she'd ever laid eyes on. It was heartbreaking to think about, because she wanted nothing more than to say yes and be happy with him forever. But it couldn't be so simple, of course not, nothing in her life ever was.

"I hated not spending your birthday with you, and not knowing where you were, and what you were doing, and who you were with," he confessed.

"Klay, you have a game coming up, you have to focus," she said, trying to change the subject because the sight of him was becoming altogether far too distracting.

"I can focus on the game but I need to get you off my mind first," he replied as he closed the space between them. She was too breathless to even try to stop what she knew was about to happen. "I need you," he whispered looking deep into her eyes, and then he pressed his lips to hers.

Their lips met like two forces of nature: strong and wild. She didn't even realize how much she had missed him and his smart mouth. But now she remembered, as his tongue exploring her mouth was the most welcome sensation. His hands traveled further down her back to cup her behind.

"Mmm," he moaned into her mouth and she felt herself getting wet for him. This was bad, this was really bad, but at the speed it was going she had no way to stop it. If she pulled the emergency brake now, they would crash and burn. She had to ride this one out.

Their kiss got more and more hungry and desperate, and his hands began traveling all over her body now, in erratic urgency. She felt an electric shock pulse through her when his finger brushed past her nipple. Klay was the only man who could do this to her, make her completely lose control of herself.

"Oh God baby," she mumbled as the sensations continued to build, and the look in his eyes had her weak. She was completely at his disposal, and would do anything for him in this moment. He picked her up so that her legs were wrapped around his waist, and carried her upstairs into the bedroom. Once he laid her on the bed, with once swift movement he removed his shirt. She loved the way he was built, not skinny but not outrageously muscular either. Just the perfect medium.

"Time to get you out of this sexy little number," he mused, looking down at her little black dress. But first he grabbed her expensive heels and pulled them off her feet, one by one. He then reached around her back and pulled down the zipper of her dress, meanwhile she inhaled his delicious scent. It was a Dior cologne she had bought him a while back, mixed with his own natural scent: a heavenly combination. He pulled off the dress, leaving her in a sexy matching set of black lace underwear.

"This is a sight I could look at forever," he said, then slowly positioned himself on top of her as they began another vigorous kissing session. His tall frame and all two hundred and fifteen pounds of him felt deliciously burdensome on top of her, and she felt herself getting more and more excited with each of his grinds. She also felt his hard manhood press into her underwear. She missed that part of him more than she wanted to admit. Just when she thought she was about to explode from all the overwhelming sensations, she felt his hand make its way inside her panties. She let out a loud moan as his fingers brushed against her sensitive clit, then slowly moved down to her very wet opening. He slid in two fingers with absolute ease, and she was almost embarrassed at how ready she was for him.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he groaned into her ear.

"I need you inside me baby," she begged, the sensation of his fingers driving her crazy. She needed to feel him, all of him, in her. He quickly slipped out of his underwear and pulled off her panties, then pushed his deliciously large yet proportionate cock deep inside of her in one smooth movement. They both groaned in complete ecstasy at the feeling of their bodies reuniting once again in this most intimate way.

He began slowly thrusting in and out of her, and as they looked into each others eyes she knew that she wasn't going to last very long, and by the look in his eyes he wasn't going to either. It had been too long, and the build up to this was too great. As his cock pressed into her once again she felt herself getting incredibly close to her climax.

"Cum for me baby," he begged her and she could feel by his cock growing slightly larger inside of her that he was on the verge of letting go. The thought of his hot cum inside her pushed her over the edge, and she began orgasming in strong pulsating waves, gripping his hard cock and pulling it even further into her. Her orgasm was his last straw, and as he let out a loud groan she felt his cum inside her. He remained on top of her and insider her, letting their breathing slow down. She rubbed his back gently.

"God I missed this," he confessed, slowly rolling off of her and onto his side. She smiled. She missed this and him more than she could ever articulate into words. But with a sad realization, she knew this would have to come to an end eventually. Yet she decided to give them one more night to relive the old times.

"Did you watch the game today?" he asked, switching subjects.

"You know I did." He smiled.

"I always do better when I know you're watching," he confessed.

"Really?" she asked, taken aback and flattered.

"Yeah, I guess I probably secretly try to impress you," he said and she admired his sudden vulnerability, since it was rare for him to open up about his feelings like this.

"I'm always impressed by you. I have been since high school. You know that," she stated plainly. It was true, she always found Klay's athletic ability and drive to succeed impressive. But what she found most impressive was his big heart, the way he loved his family, the way he cared about his teammates. He was a good man, an honorable man, despite the fact that the media would sometimes try to paint him otherwise.

"Yeah, I know mami," he replied and rolled onto his back, deep in thought. Now it was her turn to move onto her side as she nuzzled close to him. What was the harm in cuddling for one night? It was her birthday, after all. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead, but she could tell from the expression on his face he was thinking about something. She wouldn't ask, didn't want to start up the subject again and cause an argument. She just wanted to enjoy this last rendezvous for what it was. And it was right when she was on the verge of that precipice, the state between awake and asleep, when she heard him whisper "I love you" into her hair, and she realized that they had just made things a lot more difficult for themselves.

[killingxrangers]

It Started with a Like

Instagram wasn't something Trini really messed around with before meeting Zack Taylor, more importantly known as the most annoying human in the world. He made one for her one night when the two of them were hanging out for the single purpose of sending her "quality" memes, and now she found herself on it frequently. Rarely did she post pictures of any kind, and her follower and following count was less than ten each, but the explore page did offer some nice videos to scar Zack with.

Today though she was feeling somewhat good about herself and the recent picture Zack had taken of them up in the mines. It was trespassing to go there, but it had a little bit of sentimentally to it for the both of them seeing as they'd met there. It was a simple photo, just the two of them sitting on the old train Zack favored, Zack holding the phone and Trini in the foreground, but the lighting was nice and she actually looked happy, so she decided to post it. It was the seventh photo she had posted, with the others being either her brothers or Zack. It was actually the first picture she had up of herself that wasn't her profile. Unsurprisingly, only two people liked it, one being Zack and the other being a boy in her science class. Not that it mattered to her who liked her photos, and she forgot all about posting the picture until she got a notification nearly an hour later.

k.harteyes liked your photo.

She'd never seen the username before, so she clicked it, admittedly surprised to find it belonged to the one and only Kimberly Hart. Trini knew Kimberly in the way everyone at school who weren't friends with the girl knew her; co captain of the cheer squad, dating a football player, and a complete bitch. Well, Trini wasn't sure if that last one was true, since she's never actually had a conversation with Kim, but she can only assume. They did share biology together, a class that Trini loathed more than anything, though Kim answered enough questions when called on to seem as if she reasonably understood it.

k.harteyes commented on your photo: You look really good!

It only took a second to click 'reply' and respond with 'Thank you.', and not even a minute later Kim was commenting again, a smiley face with the heart eyes that had Trini setting her phone down with a frown. That wasn't flirting, was it? As far as she knew, Kim Hart was that ideal small town girl; hot and straight and completely out of anyone's league. Trini thought she was cute, gorgeous even, but she hadn't given her much consideration outside of those few thoughts. And as far as she knew, Kim wasn't even aware of her existence. She was about to force any other thoughts from her mind when her phone dinged again, and she was honestly afraid it was Kim again, but thankfully it was just Zack.

Zack: yo dude Kim hart liked ur photo

Zack: she flirting

Zack: what if she wants to fuck

Zack: she fucks girls u know?

Trini: Shes dating Ty Flemmings dude

Zack: I'm telling u she sets off my gaydar

Trini: I didn't even set off your gaydar

Zack: we aren't talking about you

Zack: we're talking bout Kim hart wanting to fuck u

Zack: I say go for it

Trini: You give horrible advice. Kim is straight with a boyfriend. I'm not into her. We don't know each other

Zack: so talk to her

Zack: talk, flirt, fuck

Zack: then u have a gf

Trini: I'm going to bed

Zack: try not to have any wet dreams of Kim!

Kim didn't say anything as Amanda rolled off of her and laid on the other side of the bed, the blankets long since having been kicked to the floor. They were both sweaty and naked, marks on both of their bodies as Kim’s chest heaved up and down from the orgasm Amanda just gave her. The silence continued as Amanda stood up and jerked her underwear and t-shirt over her head, forgoing the bra and pants altogether as she looked to Kim and and finally said, “You should head home before my dad is back.” 

It always went this way with them, though Kim wasn’t one to complain or take offense. Especially on nights like tonight when Ty was expecting her over once his parents were asleep. He had clue about the truth to Kim and Amanda’s relationship and that’s exactly how Kim wanted to keep it. Her relationship with Amanda was purely physical anyway; she didn’t love Amanda in the way she loved Ty. And she did love Ty. Amanda just satisfied more of her physical needs than Ty could. 

“You’re probably right.” Kim followed Amanda’s lead and sat on the side of the bed, pulling her own clothes on as well. Nights like these happened frequently enough, especially given that Amanda’s father worked late most nights. If it wasn’t Amanda texting Kim to come over it was Kim texting Amanda asking if she could. The change in their relationship happened almost a year ago, right around the time Kim started dating Ty. The three of them were drunk at a party and Kim found herself alone with her best friend in a bedroom. As it happens, they started kissing and fell into bed together. Instead of their friendship ending or becoming awkward the following morning, they continued their affair behind  whoever Amanda was seeing and Ty’s backs. Its worked well ever since, and Kim would continue to let it happen for as long as she enjoyed it or Ty found out. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Amanda.” 

Amanda didn’t offer to walk Kim out and Kim didn’t ask as she grabbed her phone and keys and started the short walk back home. The two girls lived in the same neighborhood, less than a five minute walk between houses, and it was a nice night out, so Kim moved slowly as she walked down the sidewalk. She scrolled through Instragram as she went, liking most of the photos of either fellow cheerleaders or football players.

When her main page got too boring she switched over to the explore page just for something new. It was mostly beauty videos, a few memes, some suggestions to follow this person or that, and Kim ignored most of them. It wasn’t until a page  appeared for a girl called Trini did Kim stop walking. The first thing that popped into Kim's head was 'who was this girl?', and the second was (upon clicking on the page and finding only seven photos) 'this girl is really pretty'. The user name was Trini_Gomez, and Kim thought the name was somewhat familiar, but not really, and so Kim looked at all seven, four of which were what she guessed to be Trini's younger brothers, and two of a boy who looked somewhat familiar to Kim but she couldn't place his face. In both photos the guy seemed to be goofing around, one in which he was hanging upside down from an old and rusted train shirtless, a dark beanie on the dirt next to his phone and wallet, and in the other he was in the back of a pick-up, a game-boy in one hand and a Popsicle in the other.

Kim barely looked for longer than a few seconds at the guy or Trini's brothers, focused completely on the one of Trini herself. The same guy was back in it, in a pair of tan jeans and white v-neck, a discarded jacket thrown behind him as he stood on the top of the train from the previous pictures, and Trini stood a few paces behind him, a pair of guy's sunglasses over her face and her jacket also thrown to the ground. She had her tongue sticking out, showing her teeth as it seemed the guy took the picture mid laugh, and was doing the peace sign. Overall it was an adorable and quirky photo that Kim liked right away, and also found herself commenting that Trini looked really nice.

Trini responded only a few seconds later, nothing more than an appreciation of the compliment, and Kim added another comment, this one being an emoji. She's not sure why she did it, but something about this girl caught Kim’s attention, and she couldn’t stop staring at the photos. Trini didn’t acknowledge the most recent comment, and Kim slid her phone into her back pocket as she walked into the front door of her house. It was quiet in her house, not unexpected given the time of night, and she had hoped she’d be able to just go to her room quickly to change before leaving for Ty’s, but was stopped by her parents. 

Both Kim’s father and mother were sitting in the living room when she climbed the steps, and they stopped their hush conversation to stare at Kim. She knew she was in for it, especially when her dad crossed one leg over his knee and scowled at her. “And where have you been all night, Kimberly Ann?” 

“At Amanda’s. I texted Mom earlier that I was heading over there to study.” Kim stood with crossed arms before her parents, silently begging her mother to back her up, but to no avail. Ali Hart had a glass of wine in hand, and seeing as it was close to ten at night, Kim would bet money it wasn’t her mother’s first glass. She’d be of no help against Kim’s father, and said nothing as Kim kept talking. “I wasn't aware I couldn’t leave the house. I’m at Amanda’s all the time.” 

Kim’s father nodded, looking thoroughly displeased as he said, “That’s exactly the problem, Kimberly. You seem to never be home. Is there an issue you would like to discuss, seeing as you’d rather be at Amanda’s home than your own.” 

“Seriously? We were doing homework, dad!” Kim rolled her eyes as she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, guessing that most likely it was Ty urging her to come over now for a booty-call. She definitely was not in the mood for that now. 

“Raise your voice under my roof one more time and it will be the last time you find yourself in this house.” Roger Hart was standing up, his face red with anger as he too started to yell. Kim’s mother continued to sip and look between father and daughter as she sipped her wine, still maintaining her silence. Not surprising. Kim and Roger came to blows frequently and Ali has never once stepped in to intervene. “Go to your room now. I don’t want to see you for the rest of the night.” 

Kim said nothing as she turned and stomped to her room, slamming her door harder than needed as she knew it drove her father crazy. She hated him, hated her mother too. Hated everything about her family and was counting the days until college so she could leave Angel Grove behind her. Once she was out of this town she was never looking back. There was nothing that could possibly keep her here. 

She could hear her parents downstairs: her father’s loud ranting about how much of an annoyance Kim was, and her mother moving from the living room to the kitchen, probably in search of another bottle. Ali’s voice was too low to make out, but Roger stayed loud enough, continually screaming how Kim took too much for advantage and was ungrateful. From his point of view, he could did nothing wrong, and his actions towards his daughter were justified. 

Kim hated her father more than anything. 

The urge to leave her house was nearly overwhelming, suddenly feeling too confined in the tiny bedroom. She couldn’t keep listening to her father rant about how much of a disappointment she was, but knew leaving would make things worse if they came to check on her. So she stayed, curled up in a ball on her bed. There was nothing else to do but check Instagram once again, though she went straight to one specific profile. Seven posts, four followers, and following twenty-nine people, and right under that information was ‘Message’. Kim hesitated for only a moment before she clicked it and her screen immediately switched to the DM page. 

She started to type ‘hey’ then erased that, before typing ‘hey its Kim hart. just wanted to say you looked really nice in that pic’, and then replacing that with ‘Hey!’. That last one was too energetic for having never talked to the girl before and was promptly removed as well. Finally, Kim settled for a simple hello and introduction of herself. Her heart beat too quick in her chest when she sent the message, though she couldn’t grasp why, and a large part of her wanted to click unsend when given the option. Just as her thumb held down the message and she went to click ‘unsend’, the worst possible thing appeared under the message. 

Seen. 

“Fuck me.” Kim shouldn't have sent that fucking message because now she was coming off as a creep. She’s already liked and commented twice on a photo, she shouldn’t have gone and messaged the girl. Besides, what if Trini wasn’t interested in girls like that? Was Kim even interested in Trini like that at all? Sure, she was hot, gorgeous even, but Kim had Ty and Amanda, did she really need to add another person to that mix? Kim had no fucking clue what she was doing and really was just regretting her entire existence when she saw that Trini had begun typing, and then her message popped up. 

Hello. 

thank you for taking the time to read this! its my first time writing fan fiction at all really but ive been reading for years now. id really appreciate it if you could let me know how you felt about it? any suggestions? thank you so much for reading this! theres definitely more to come of this story! 

[taronfanfic]

Graduate’s Escape

Chapters 1-16 are here

Chapter 17

Flying business class was a whole new experience for you. The rest of the touring group entered the front section of the plane and took their seats as normal leaving Taron to chuckle to himself at your excitement. You would be sharing one of the double seated areas which could be sectioned off with a screen in the middle. As you played around with the controls for everything, reclining your seat and then pulling it back up again, Taron rolled his eyes.

“It’s like travelling with a small child.” He mocked.

“Hey! Being in here is like Christmas for me, a poor graduate who might not even have a minimum wage job to go back to!”

“Everything will be fine, you said Emily had your back.” Taron reached across for your hand. “And if it isn’t then you’ve got me.”

“I know.” You smiled at him sweetly. “I’ll just text Ems to double check though.”

The plane took off and you settled down into the journey as you watched your first film. It was so much nicer being in business class with no kids kicking the back of your seat, or random strangers falling asleep inside your personal space bubble. After a few hours the cabin lights were dimmed, advising you to try and get some sleep to help with the future jetlag. It would have been a nice idea if you weren’t feeling wide awake. You quickly checked your phone and had a few new messages in from Emily. The first confirmed that your job was still safe. She’d told them you had food poisoning which automatically gets you 3 days off for hygiene reasons. The second message to come through was a copied photo of you and Taron from outside the hotel last night. She’d captioned it with the heart eyes emoji and ‘you guys are the cutest!’. You zoomed the photo in and scrutinized your appearance, expecting to see an ugly double chin or generally unattractive expression considering how many flashes of light were going off in your face at the time. You were pleasantly surprised though, it was a good photo. Taron was looking towards you protectively and proudly, his suit fitted him perfectly and he looked every bit the film star. The last message from Emily was of the ‘don’t panic’ tone; explaining that she’d gone in search of it, your name wasn’t mentioned anywhere and it wasn’t in any of the UK media so you weren’t going to be caught out with faking illness. You saved the image to your phone as you sat forward and turned to face Taron. He had his headphones on and his eyes closed but you knew he wasn’t asleep. As you rested your elbows on the dividing screen and placed your chin to your palm you knew you wouldn’t have long to wait for Taron to sense you were watching him. He kept his eyes closed as he pulled off his headphones.

“Yes?” He asked, failing to keep his smile to himself.

“Just wanted to show you something.”

“Oh?” He opened one eye to look at you with intrigue, then quickly sat up and gave you his full attention. “You look adorable sat like that.”

“As adorable as this?” You handed over your phone to show him the photo.

“Where did you find this?” Taron looked closely at the photo. “Honestly, 99% of photos taken like that are awful. I don’t know how we’ve managed it but that’s decent! You look hot!” He looked back up to you.

“Don’t sound so surprised!” you teased him.

“Obviously you always look hot.” He kissed you quickly. “You know what I mean though. Can you send that over to me? I’m going to send it to my mum.”

“’Course. You’re really close to you mum aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I tell her everything. To my own detriment most of the time.”

“It’s cute.” You ruffled the top of his hair. “But when you say you tell her everything…”

“Not everything.” He laughed. “She’s been asking me to send over a photo of us but all the selfies on my phone are of us together in bed. However much I like them it’s not exactly ideal when you know it’ll be shown to all the relatives!”

“Just stick to this one.” You said knowingly. Taron picked up his phone as the photo from you came through. A few seconds later and he was frowning in confusion. “What’s up?” You asked.

“I think…” he paused before groaning disappointedly. “They’ve changed my flight to Budapest. I go tonight instead of tomorrow morning so I won’t even get to leave the airport once we land.” You mimicked his disappointed groan as you pouted your lips in sadness.

“So we don’t get one more night together?”

“Sorry, Gary.” He gave you a half smile back.

“Makes me regret not making the most of last night now.”

“Hey, don’t. It would have been weird for me after what happened so I can only imagine how you were feeling. It doesn’t matter though, it’s all in the past, and we’re good so no sad faces please.” He placed his fingers to your cheeks and pushed the corners of your mouth up to make you laugh.

“I know, I know. It’s fine. Just going to be hard to wait two more weeks for any action.”

“Who says we have to wait that long?” Taron raised his eyebrows suggestively. “We have hours left on this flight.”

“We can’t!... Where?” You looked round the plane. “There’s no way we’d fit comfortably in the toilet.”

“Here.” Taron replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Everyone’s asleep with headphones and eye masks on. No one’s even moved the entire time we’ve been having this conversation.”

“Seriously… here?”

“Come on…” his voice was tempting and teasing. He pushed back against his seat as he lifted up hips and tugged down his tracksuit bottoms to reveal his boxers.

“Fucking hell, Taron.”

“Jump over…” he ordered in the same tone as he patted the top of the dividing screen. You stood up and quickly looked round the rest of the plane. Everyone else was fast asleep, heads resting on pillows and blankets covering them. You swung one leg over the divide and started to giggle as you lost balance. Taron giggled with you as he also tried to hush you. His hands supported your waist as you lifted your other leg across.

“This is cosy.” You straddled Taron’s thighs and sat down. His hands moved up under your t-shirt as you leant in to kiss him; short and sweet to start with as neither of you could contain your giddy giggles.

“Shhh – stand up.” Taron whispered. He picked up a blanket and held it around your back. “Take ‘em off.” He nodded to your jeans then bit down on his lip in anticipation as your hands moved to undo them.

“This isn’t remotely sexy!” you fired back quietly as you pulled your jeans down and struggled to get them off your feet.

“No, but it’s fucking naughty!” he replied, lifting his hips up again and nodding for you to pull his boxers down. You yanked them down his thighs then slid your knickers down before taking hold of the ends of the blanket and tying it round your waist. As you sat back down over Taron you could feel he was already semi-hard. The filthy glint in his eyes was turning you on and drawing you back in to kiss him. This time it was much rougher, mouths open wider and tongues moving faster. Taron’s hands wrapped around you and pulled you higher up his body causing friction down below. You shifted your weight so you could rub up against him more and get him going. Considering this was his idea you were surprised by how nervous he was and how slow he was to get it up.

“I’m going to ride you hard… and fast.” You dragged your words out as you spoke quietly in his ear. “We’re going to be so naughty. Fucking. Right here. In front of everyone.” The feel of him growing beneath you as you talked filth into his ear was immensely satisfying. He moved his hand down between your crotches and you lifted yourself up, allowing him space to line himself up. As you lowered down onto him you moved your head back so you could look straight into his eyes. “We’re doing this.” Taron kissed you forcefully as he sat up in his seat, using his hands to support your back as you lifted your hips and started to ride him. You did your best to keep your movements small in fear of drawing attention but it was difficult when your body craved the deep feel of him. As your kiss broke apart Taron let out a low moan of satisfaction. You shushed him quickly and placed your lips to his, feeling incredibly obvious with every movement. He dropped a hand to the back of your arse and squeezed it encouragingly which made you tense up around him. Both of you were breathing heavily as you worked hard to keep as quiet as possible, your foreheads were resting together, eyes closed.

“I’m close.” Taron whispered. “Oh god.” You started to touch yourself to work up to his level. You knew you didn’t have the right position to reach climax from Taron alone. You dared yourself to open your eyes and be reminded of exactly where you were, hoping that it would give you the extra thrill you craved. Taron’s face was focused below you; he bit down on his bottom lip as he held in his moans, the rise and fall of his chest was fast. “I-I can’t...” he stuttered quietly “Hold it. Fuck.” He came inside you and let his head rest against the back of his chair. You slowed your movements as you dragged him in and out of you a final few times before letting his tip slide up to hit your clit. The feel of something other than your finger pushed you nearer the edge and caused an involuntary whimper to leave your lips. It got Taron’s attention back too and he opened his legs to create space for his hand. He teased two fingers either side of you with the lightest touch.

“Harder.” You begged. He grazed his fingernails up and around the very edges of you. Every instinct told you to close your eyes and throw your head back with pleasure but you fought against it. You locked your gaze with his and watched him narrow his eyes as he gave you his seductive look. A sudden pressure right against your clit from his middle finger, over and over and over made you lose it and shudder against him. You instinctively dropped your jaw but were quickly silenced by Taron placing his other hand over your mouth.

“Shhh, you can’t!” he giggled as he enjoyed your orgasm. “Welcome to the Mile High Club.”

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ALL the hidden messages in Taylor Swift's new ME music video

She loves to put hidden messages in her music videos, known as Easter Eggs, and Taylor Swift was at it again with the release of her new music video, Me, on Friday. 

The 29-year old’s fans went wild with their conspiracy theories as soon as the incredibly colourful video was released and took to Twitter to note the things they had spotted.

There was the return of the snake – the famous symbol from Taylor’s Reputation era, which was a reference to her feud with Kim Kardashian and Kanye West. 

A snake, a proposal and a new member of the family: Taylor Swift told her fans she would be putting lots of hidden messages in her Me video, called ‘Easter eggs’ and she didn’t disappoint

Moving on? The snake which was famously used in her Reputation era to reference her feud with Kim Kardashian and Kanye West turned into butterflies, suggesting she wants to forget it

Kim famously called Taylor a snake on social media after this and Taylor took the symbol and used it herself for her Reputation album.  

However the singer suggests that she has moved from the rift which was largely focused around Taylor’s reaction to Kanye rapping about her in his song, Famous.  

The snake appears in pink and promptly explodes and turns into butterflies, but it does reappear in the form of a cloud as Taylor continues to be surrounded by them.

She can’t move for them: Another scene shows her as she is followed by clouds, which are all around her, but fans noticed upon closer inspection that they have snakes faces 

Eagle-eyed: Fans couldn’t help but speculate over the cloud references and counted 13 – her lucky number 

Taylor sings: ‘I know that I went psycho on the phone’ and dresses just like Killing Eve’s psychopath Villanelle

Brendan Urie of Panic! At The Disco proposes to Taylor in the video, but she rejects his advances. Could this refer to her real-life romance with actor Joe Alwyn?

Fans have remembered that she also turned down an engagement in her Love What You Made Me Do video and speculated that this could be about turning down ex Calvin Harris.   

There appears to be some confusion as Taylor wrote that she has been ‘keeping a secret for months’ and asks her fans to see if they can spot it in the video.

Fans love that she turns down the ring for a new kitten and while some people think she’s saying she is not engaged as has been rumoured, others think the presentation of the ring suggests she could be tying the knot.  

Big news: Taylor said she has been keeping a secret for months and asked fans to guess it and many people felt this scene proved she is engaged to boyfriend Joe Alwyn

No, thanks: While some people felt like Joe has popped the question, Taylor turns down the ring in the video, just like she does in the Look What You Made Me Do video 

Tell us everything: Instead of the ring, fans were delighted when she said yes to the kitten – leading some to people she now has a third kitten in her family

Tease: Taylor has driven her fans wild with the assertion that she has purposely planted Easter eggs in her video as she often likes to do 

There they are: Fans also noticed a picture of the Dixie Chicks on the wall, suggesting a collaboration is coming up – they were also surrounded by pictures of chicks 

And it looks as though the band got the memo as they tweeted this soon after the release 

One fan wrote of the moment: ‘I have a feeling that this might be the secret she has kept… OMG! If this is true… CONGRATULATIONS! I really hope it’s true!’

Another playfully wrote: ‘@taylorswift13 engaged? Pregnant? Will open a candy factory? A half breed unicorn? Name it mom!’ 

Taylor is already the owner of two cats, Meredith and Olivia, but Brendan offers her a new kitten in the video, perhaps meaning she has a new cat in her family.  

Hints: Lots of fans noticed this pink neon sign in the background – leading them to believe this is the name of her next single 

We hear you! Wearing a massive heart on her dress, Taylor gave another hint about Lover being the name of a new record, or was she referencing that engagement again?

The hitmaker likes to give clues about her future records and the word Lover is shown on a neon sign, leading fans to believe that she will release a song with that name.

She also wears a pink dress with a massive heart emblazoned on the front. 

Again, this could be another hint about the name Lover, or she could be addressing those Joe Alwyn rumours again.  

Some compared the unicorn’s eye to that of the snake’s, who fans had called Karyn – and others felt like there was a secret Game Of Thrones reference in there 

Spill the beans: Is Taylor starring in the season finale of GOT or does she know the secret ending?

They could be on to something: The GOT references were coming through thick and fast

Light and fluffy: The snake Karyn has been compared to the unicorn, suggesting that Taylor is in a much better place now 

They don’t miss a beat: Taylor’s fans were going wild for the numerical references in the video 

There is also a wall of pictures of chicks and The Dixie Chicks themselves, so fans believe they are set to work together on some music. 

After watching the video, the band took to Twitter and wrote: ‘[eyes looking sideways emoji @taylorswift13’. 

People wrote: ‘Dixie Chicks? Is there a duet coming? We need answers.’

Taylor’s snake also seems to have been reincarnated as a unicorn in a Mary Poppins inspired scene as she is now inspired by friendlier clouds, which appears to suggest she is on cloud nine. 

Again, this is a positive thing, but other conspiracy theorists compared the unicorn to the dragon in Game Of Thrones. 

Does Taylor know the secret ending?  

  Nothing missed: Twitter was alight with fans posting memes about all the Easter eggs they were finding