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pink-imagines · 4 years

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request: Ok this is something that’s been on my mind for a couple of days now, and it’s SUPER CHEESY but plz bear with me haha. I’ve been watching a lot of ANTM and it inspired me to think about an au where Bakugo is a pro-hero and Y/N is a upcoming top model visiting Japan to walk and display a new line of lingerie based off of Pro-Hero’s costumes (kinda like for a Victoria’s Secret fashion show) She’s chosen to wear the Ground Zero lingerie and she gets permission to shadow Bakugo for a day or two to get a read on his personality so she can base her walk off of him. Thing is, off the catwalk, Y/N’s personality is free-spirited, laidback and even a little shy, so when Bakugo meets her he’s like “why the fuck would they choose an extra like her to be me?” but little does he know on the catwalk her personality does a complete 180 and is outrageously fierce and confident. Pro-hero’s got a free invitation to the fashion show so with some convincing from his friends (and maybe because he was curious to see how the hell she was going to pull this off) he goes to the show and his reaction to when she steps on the catwalk… Lol I want to leave it up to you. Wow that was wayyy longer then I expected it to be. I’m sorry to spam you like that 😂 I feel like ppl are either going to love or hate this idea so if you don’t want to write it I honestly don’t blame you haha. Either way I love your posts! You’re writing style is very fun to read!

a/n: hellooo! hope you’re doing well! sorry for the late update, but i hope that this is an alright imagine!

warnings: description of lingerie(??)

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You were exhausted. The airport had always been a stressful place, but now you were jetlagged aswell. Flying to Japan wasn’t an easy task, but it was worth it. You carefully pushed the sunglasses you were wearing up the bridge of your nose. It was a weak disguise, but you really couldn’t care less.

“The car’s waiting outside. Let’s hurry up.”, your manager spoke fast. You grabbed your bag and followed after her. The paparazzi were flooding the exit, luckily they had put up fences. This was one of the reasons you had to look atleast a little bit dressed up on airports. Which was the most uncomfortable thing ever, but you just had to live with it. By “dressed up” they usually just meant “don’t wear sweatpants”. So you could still wear your comfy pair of jeans and a nice sweater or something of the sort.

“How do you feel after travelling so much? From New York, to London, to Paris and now here in Tokyo. How do you cope?” The same questions were popping up everywhere, but you didn’t stop for any of them. The only time you did stop was when you saw a few fans getting strangled against the fence. You hurried towards them, got their things signed and made sure they got back to safety.

“Let’s go, Y/N.”, your manager warned.

“Coming!”, you sighed and kept walking.

The next day you were driven to the place where you’d be messured for the lingerie.

“Y/N? Over here, honey!”, the designer said. He got you into a chair as soon as you arrived.

“What do you have for me today, Ray?”, you smiled kindly.

“So, heroes are a big thing. So we’ve made a line of hero-inspired lingerie, we think it’ll be a hit.”, he said with a big grin and showed you the sketches, “We’ll get them ready as soon as possible, but we need to match the right hero to the right model.”

“Alright, I trust your judgement.”, you looked through the sketches, “Give it to me, Ray.”

“Okay, okay. Since you’re the most charesmatic of the girls, we want you take care of the hothead.”, he pointed at one of the sketches, “Ground Zero.” You looked at the sketch. The top was some sort of dulled down orange color, in a lacy material. That wasn’t that bad, it was the usual, but there was a leather harness on top of it... a leather harness that connected to a leather choker. The bottoms were high-waisted and in the same lace material but black. But that wasn’t it. There was a pair of leather, knee-high, boots along with it.

“It’s... extreme.”, you sighed, “But, sure... I’ll do it.”

“Oh, thank you, Y/N. You’re a life saver, no model in Japan wanted to take the roll.”, he chuckled, “Here I’ll show you what we thought we should do for the face.” He showed you a face with cat-eye eyeliner, a simple nude lip and some sort of explosion looking thing behind the ears. You guessed that was a part of Ground Zero’s hero costume.

“Looks great, Ray.”, you smiled.

“Go get yourself meassured, your manager is booking you a meeting with Ground Zero so that you can study his personality.”, he said calmly and started to walk away.

How had you gotten yourself in this mess? To be honest, you didn’t know anymore. Everything happened so fast and now suddenly you were in the lobby of a hero agency, waiting for Ground Zero to go on his lunch break.

“Y/N Y/L/N?”, a rough voice asked behind you. You turned around to see a pair of crimson eyes staring into your soul. His hair was messy and he was just wearing jeans, a hoodie and a leather jacket. You didn’t know why you thought he’d show up in his hero costume.

“I’m guessing you’re Ground Zero?”, you stretched out your hand.

“You can say Bakugo.”, he scoffed and ignored your stretched out hand. He instead put his hands in his pockets.

“Are you ready to go?”, you asked.

“Why else would I be here?”, he sighed and walked to the exit. This was gonna be an exhausting week.

Bakugo walked as if he had just proven a point, or like he had just won an argument. To say the least, there was only pure confidence flooding in his veins. You hated it, but you simply had to see this as a job. You weren’t in your body, you were only watching from the audience.

“Are you just gonna sit there looking at me? You’re not gonna talk?”, he quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Fine then... um... what kind of music do you listen to?”, you asked innocently.

“Music?”, he bursted out into laughter, “That’s it? You really are just another extra!”

“Listen, man, you’re the one who wanted to talk. So talk.”, you kept your calm, you didn’t want to make a scene out in public.

“Eh- this place sucks, let’s go to my apartment. We can talk there.”, he shrugged and walked faster.

“Your apartment?”, you squeaked.

You were just supposed to follow him around for a while every day, but now you were in his apartment. This was only the first day! His apartment was nice though... it kind of had an oldschool aesthetic to it. Like he came straight out of a private school in England during the 1980′s.

“You asked what kind of music I’m into or something?”, he sighed and walked over to a record player after taking off his shoes and hanging up his jacket. You stopped for a second. Didn’t he just make fun of you for asking that? You watched as he flipped through a few records.

“Yeah, I did.”, you answered cautiosly and hung up your coat next to his jacket.

He effortlessly handled one of the vinyls and quickly put it on the record player... it started playing and-... was that The Beatles? Bakugo sat down on his couch as if it wasn’t extremely shocking for him to listen to this.

“You listen to The Beatles?”, you asked as Paul McCartney started signing the first verse of Yesterday.

“Who doesn’t?”, he sighed, “C’mon, sit down.” You sat down in one of the armchair’s and finished listening to the song.

“You don’t seem like you listen to this kind of music.”, you commented as the next song started playing.

“I don’t only listen to this, idiot.”, he snarked, “This was the first thing I found.”

“Whatever you say.”

A few days went by and you’d go through the same schedule. Wait for Bakugo to go out for his lunchbreak, walk around for a bit, go to his apartment and go home when he had to start his next shift. He started making you lunch, and he was a surprisingly good cook.

For the last day he stopped you before you parted ways.

“Wait-... can I meet you at your hotel later tonight?”, he actually looked a little bit nervous for once.

“I mean, yeah... but why?”, you gave him an unsure smile.

“I’ll take you out for food, something spicy... unless you can’t handle that.”, he grinned, his confidence was suddenly back.

“You wanna bet?”, your laughed.

“Alright then, it’s a bet.”, he chuckled, “I’ll meet you around 7 in the lobby.”

“For sure. I’ll see you!”, you waved goodbye and so did he.

Just when you were about to sneak out to the lobby your manager walked past.

“Where are you going?”, she asked.

“I was just uh...”

“And why’s Ground Zero in the lobby? He’s starting a commotion! We don’t need that, we need you to rest for the show tomorrow!”, she sighed.

“Please, I just wanted to-”

“No, Y/N. You can’t go out tonight, you have a damn show tomorrow.”

“Well, please just tell Bak- I mean... Ground Zero that I can’t come... and that I’m sorry.”, you pleaded, “Please.”

“Fine...”, she agreed.

The next day you woke up early to go to the fitting, so that you could later that day go to the show. Since they had your measurments, it fit perfectly.

“Hey, Laura!”, you stopped your manager as she passed by your make up station.

“Yeah, what’s up? Need anything?”, she asked.

“No-... I was just wondering if you know if Ground Zero would be here tonight.”, you asked.

“I don’t know, honey.”, she sighed, “He hasn’t said anything about it.”

“Alright, thank you.”

You got a moment alone in your changing room before you were going backstage. There was a harch knock on the door, which prompted you to go over to it and open the door.

“Is it time to come out n-”, you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw Bakugo in front of you.

“Hey.”, he said quietly.

“Hi.”, you responded, “How did you get back here?”

“It’s not that hard for a hero of my status.”, he grinned and puffed up his chest a bit.

“Okay, okay...”, you chuckled and wrapped the silk robe you had on tighter around you, “Well, I’m happy you made it.”

“Y/N! Showtime!”, you heard your manager shout.

“Coming!”, you answered.

“Good luck... on the show...”, he muttered.

“Thank you! I expect to see you in the crowd.”, you grinned and ran up to the backstage area.

Maybe he should’ve tried to see what she was wearing. He really hadn’t thought about it at all...

The show was in alphabetic order, so he’d have to sit there for a bit before she’d come out. He really didn’t care much for the other models and he might’ve fell asleep for a few minutes here and there... but that was the chair’s fault! It was too comfortable, it even had armrests! How could he not fall asleep? Just for a bit...

“Ground Zero!”, they shouted, making him almost jump out of his seat. Eijiro, who sat beside him, let out a quiet chuckle.

“Shut up, man...”, he whispered before glueing his eyes to the runway. He didn’t even recognize her at first. Y/N was... different... and it wasn’t just the clothing... or more like the lack there of.

Her whole aura was different when she walked she was like a whole new person. She was fierce, confident, simply the embodiment of a goddess of war and destruction. Katsuki’s eyes were glued to her, every curve and edge, and his mouth was slightly agape in shock. He didn’t even realize that people were taking pictures of him.

After the show Katsuki made his way backstage, where he met up with Y/N who was now wrapped up in her silk robe again.

“What did you think? Did you like it?”, she grinned.

“I-...”, he looked around at the people around him who were all watching, “It was alright.”

“Alright?”, you laughed, “Okay then, you diva, I’m gonna go get changed!” His gaze followed her form as she walked away from him to her changing room... until he noticed that people were staring at him.

“Oi! What are you looking at!?”

The next day you were already at the airport early in the morning, which was way to early since the plane didn’t leave for another hour. So you decided to look at the articles about last night.

You scrolled quickly through most of them until you saw a picture of a familiar face. It was Bakugo! Looking absolutely star struck as your figure strutted down the runway. A smile spread across your lips and you took a screenshot of the photo.

“Hey, do we have Ground Zero’s buisness email or something like that?”, you asked your manager.

“I can get it for you. Why do you need it?”, she quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Oh, I just wanted to thank him.”, you smiled sweetly, “Also, do you know the next time I’ll be working in Japan?”

“In a few months or so.”

“Perfect.” You couldn’t wait.

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gooddame · 7 years

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You’re drunk and want my name tattooed on your ass. This is a good one to do...

I want to thank @lilbreck for always being in my corner even when I’m being a dummie about drabbles. I’ve often said that she pulls me out of my personal bubbles more than she knows and this story is for her just because of that reason.

It’s a little over 4k so I’m gonna go under the cut so it doesn’t take up a lot of dash space. Though I can only be so sorry about it being grammarly incorrect so please excuse them. I will make up for it later. This can also be found in my new drabbles page Granted Wish on Fanfic.net.

“No one says ‘just one shot’ and really means it Care,”Katherine cries as she grabs Caroline’s hand dragging her up on the bar stooland finally the bar top.

Caroline laughs as Kat hands her a shot glasses filling itup as the next song starts up in the rowdy bar they’ve been in for, oh, fourhours now. Their small drinks clink and it’s down the rabbit hole for Carolineas she swings her hips bumping along with Kat to the beat of the song. Shekeeps her head up dancing knowing Kat will never tire as she sways putting on ashow with her footwork making the crowd cheer loudly along with her.

Kat reaches for her hand as the bartender scoots them off inneed of room to serve the guests the pair of them have been entertaining makingKat roll her eyes and Caroline acquiesce to his need graciously. As graciouslyas a girl filled with whiskey and tequila anyway, strictly top shelf, she wasraised right after all in the small town of Mystic Falls. Kat seems todisappear into the crowd leaving Caroline to hunt for a stray chair or table towait for her so she can go home before she’s too drunk.

Her head sways to the new rhythm of the song playing, it’sone she’s heard for years and for some reason it makes her smile as Kat comesback holding two waters and two beers walking like she’s in a pool of jello.Caroline smiles reaching out to help her as they find a corner of the bar closeto the digital jukebox she finds herself leaning on to start in on her drinks.The water is invigorating as it hits her tongue, the lively bar crowd doing alot to keep her body temperature running high.

“I figured one more wouldn’t hurt,” Kat states as she sipsfrom her beer nudging a smile from Caroline as the blonde shakes her headsipping her drinks with glee.

Caroline only knows three words an hour later, ‘one morebeer’ as she observes Kat chatting up the brooding guy she had had her eyes onin the corner of the bar with way too much gel in his hair. Miffed Carolinerealized far too late that she wasn’t going to come back with a bottle of waterlike she said when she sees Kat grab for his hand. It’s a sign that Kat hasdecided to leave with him something that is confirmed when Kat throws her a slylook and Caroline reaches for her jacket preparing for her journey home. Alone.

Caroline mouths to her friend she’s going home, no need tomention how annoyed she is that once again Kat managed her to move past herthree drink max only to leave her high and dry. She counts her drinks, eleven,including shots. They shouldn’t feel this good, she thinks as she pulls herleather jacket back on knowing she doesn’t need it in the hot California aireven in the dead of night.

She makes herself focus, knows that with every tap of herheels on the pavement she’s that much closer to her comfy bed she never shouldhave left. Looking back when she’s down the block she discovers that Kat wasquick about her escape to as she is nowhere to be seen. Looking back so swiftlymakes her sway so she grabs onto the metal rails of a tattoo shop she alwayspasses on her way to work.

Before Caroline can think about it too much she’s slippinginside as her eyes devour the brightly colored displays on the walls and eventhe front desk. Her eyes release the sketches only to find a man with plumppink lips and dark blonde messy curls atop his head with blue searing eyesfocused on three sheets of paper over the front desk.

“Hey, I’m Rose,” The woman with the spunky brunette hair saidin a friendly tone as Caroline waved, “I’ll be with you in a moment. Feel freeto look around.”

Caroline smiled knowing she was acting drunk because she wasstaring not at Rose but at the man Rose was talking to and eavesdropping wasnot above Caroline, especially when drunk. She caught her say his name, Klaus,it suited him even though it made Caroline’s eyebrow rise notably. When herealized he had an audience in her Klaus waved her over, Caroline shook herhead but Rose also waved her back to them.

Rose’s eyes flickered from her to him as the corner of hermouth lifted, “Maybe you can help us out,” she says as she slides the papersCaroline can now see are sketches over to her.

“Currently,” Klaus speaks surprising Caroline yet again withhis British lit though if he sees her shock he doesn’t show it, “I’m unable tochoose between three of these designs. So you can see why I need you.”

“Actually, I don’t.” Caroline squeaks sobering at the worstpossible moment because his eyes are so incredibly blue and pleading, “I don’teven know why I came in here.”

“You’re here now,” he replies smoothly as Rose disappearsinto the back office, “And you’re wearing the shirt of one of my favorite bands-One of my favorite songs.”

Caroline looks down at the cut up yellow and blue Beatlesshirt Kat sneered at earlier that evening, “What song?” she inquired onlyraising her eyes as he makes a noise sounding faintly of amusement.

“With a little help from my friends,” he answered with a bitof intrigue in his tone as he closed some of the space between them.

She rolls her eyes even though internally she’s interestedin where he’s going with this, “We’re not friends,” she reminds him hoping shecan blame her flirty tone on the alcohol.

His eyes narrow in her lips, her smile, “Give me time,” hetells her as she looks from him over at the sketches he’s kept near this entiretime.

“Are these yours?” she asks surprised when she sees his namejust on the edge of the paper knowing the answer already before her eyes lockback with his.

“When you make something, it becomes a part of you,” heexplains, “That’s why it’s so hard to choose,” Caroline has already surmisedthis but she won’t mention it yet.

“I like the lines of this one,” she whispers in awe as hereyes took in the thin lines of the antique compass following with the words,‘Wherever you want to go’ wondering what it might look like in color, “It’ssoft almost like they’re just shades.”

“Is that the only thing jumping out at you,” he queriesmaking her blush as his words his breath tickles her cheek, “I suppose I shouldconsider it.” he says her before she can reply.

Rose pops her head back in to find Klaus has just decided,“Great, “I’ll get Trevor to start gearing up,” she tells him reaching for thedesign as his attention goes back to Caroline.

“Do you have any?” he probes and for a moment Caroline islost about what he means making her blush profusely when she realizes.

“I have two,” she admits as he smiles in her direction,“Teenage rebellion,” is all she’ll say after when his eyes linger on the starby her toes.

“And the other is?” he asks as his foot sets itself in frontof her own closing the rest of the distance between them as she lifts her handto brush her hair back.

“Just there,” he breathes over her wrist making Carolineinhale swiftly at the feel of his hot breath over her skin, “beautiful.” Klauscompliments her.

Without touching her Klaus has a way of making Caroline feelwarm all over making her slow drunken brain short circuit when he speaks again,“You’re welcome to one of these designs.”

“When you’re ready,” Rose calls from the further end ofanother room making Caroline jump back from their close distance, not an easyfeat in her shoes.

“Klaus reaches out catching her arm before she can dive intothe glass display next to them, “Um, thanks,” she manages out as the heat ofhis hands seeps into her body.

“Where are you getting it?” she tests straight after makinghim the surprised one for once and mentally she gives herself some points forfortitude.

Klaus winks as his hands ride off of her waist only to sethis fingers on the hem of his Henley and pull it over his head exposing theother images already inked into his flesh, “Can you guess?” he questions.

Caroline’s eyes shoot up towards the ceiling as he stridesaround her leaving his sketches and his shirt on the desk leaving her spinningwith possibilities. When she trusts that he’s been stamped and seated hergreedy eyes search for his sketches reaching for his shirt. An involuntaryshiver runs over her at the feel of the still warm fabric smelling so fantasticshe has to remind herself of what she’s doing.

She smiles as Rose comes back in to help her wagging herrazor perfect eyebrows at her, “Decide on one?” she asks as she reaches backinto her little office to grab a hanger for Klaus’ shirt.

“I don’t even know that I want one,” Caroline articulates asshe gives up Klaus’ shirt to the brunette, “I mean, they’re beautiful.” Shecompliments, “And I thought you couldn’t tattoo people who are drunk?”

“You don’t seem all that drunk,” Rose replied as she reachedfor the two sketches making Caroline’s hold on the edges become harder toescape from.

“Thanks,” Caroline says feeling the bite of her challengingtone as her eyes lock on the one sketch closer to the right replying in adefiant tone, “I want this one.”

Klaus’ deep pink lips form a stunningly broad smile when hesees her walk into the back, “Jeremy will help you,” Caroline hears Rose say asshe removes her jacket exposing her arms to the cold room.

“Couldn’t stay away,” he teases as she takes a seat on hisside waiting for Jeremy to appear so they can discuss where and how she wantsit to look.

“Bite me,” Caroline replies making him laugh and makingTrevor throw her a dirty look as Jeremy comes around the corner waving at herwith Klaus’ sketch in his hand.

Caroline lifted her hand, her knuckles rubbing at her eyesas she made a move to destroy the vintage alarm clock at her bedside, “I hateyou Katherine Peirce,” she groaned pathetically.

Her head swarmed as she moved to cuddle the side of her faceinto her fluffy pillow when the owner of the cursed name pushed open herbedroom door and spoke, loudly, “Please bitch, you love me.”

Caroline could feel the follicles in her eyebrows when theynarrowed in confusion, “What are you doing here?” she asks sitting up andinstantly regretting it.

Kat looks into her bedroom confused, “You called me,” shesupplied looking amazing in her suit pants and buttoned top with a revelingfront and fresh curls.

Caroline looked down at her Beatles top and panties justknowing her face must have looked like crap as she searched her mind for anidea of when she called her roommate, “I did not,” she said when she knew shehad no idea.

Kat makes a face as she moves around the kitchen, “Yeah, youdid,” she rejoinders reaching for one of their bright colored mugs, “It was toobad too,” she winks sparking something in Caroline, “I was getting freaky too.”

“Ugh, stop,” Caroline cries reaching for her ears to coverthem trying to keep the images at bay, “Why does my ass hurt?” she whinessoftly to herself.

But of course Kat hears as she passes by eating a croissant,“Did you fall on your flat ass?” she inquires with a laugh but to Caroline it’sa distinct possibility and then she realizes.

“Hey!” she shouts tossing her one of the pale blue pillowsthat has managed to escape the floor during her slumber.

Kat ducks with a swift flip of her hair, “Cute ass,” shecorrects with a grin, “My bad,” she replies as she starts the k-cup machine.

Caroline rubs her back softly feeling a slight sting as herfingers glide over the greasy skin while she moved to climb out of bed, “It feelsbruised. Why is there gauze on my bed?” she gasps out.

“Don’t you have a mirror?” Kat calls to her from the kitchenas Caroline pulls her shirt over her head as she rushed to her closet where herfull length mirror was propped on the inside of the door.

Turning her body Caroline felt her heart stop, “Kat!” sheexclaimed as she felt at her back where she had just been massaging to feel thetantalizing lines of her newly minted tattoo.

Caroline heard Kat run from the kitchen into her bedroom, “Noyelling,” she complains before her eyes set on what had Caroline doing so, “Idon’t have any cof-fee, Caroline how drunk were you?”

Her friend’s incredulous look done nothing to calm Carolineas she vaguely remembered she counted her drinks the night before, “I can’tremember,” she cries as Kat touches the edge of her skin.

The friends lock eyes in a daze, “Check your pockets,” Katbuzzes with trepidation motivating both of them scour her bedroom for her pantsand jacket for evidence of the night prior.

“My jacket is missing,” Caroline worries out loud while hereyes focus on the floor under her bed, spotless as she had expected.

“Jeans?” she asks as Katherine who has gone to search in theliving room having seen Caroline’s rings and necklace by the front door.

“Here,” Kat calls sounding as she’s speeding back toCaroline’s room just when the blonde is lifting herself off of her knees,“Receipt, in the back pocket.”

Caroline reaches forthe receipt as she throws on her silk robe covering her bra and panties, “PetrovaPiercings and Tattoo’s,” she mutters in dread, “That’s around the corner.”

“No shit,” Kat drones grabbing the receipt from her as shenotices something on the crumpled yellow paper, “Look at the back, phonenumber!” the brunette purses her lips as she raises her eyebrow.

Surprised Caroline retorts, “Klaus, I know that name, it’son my flat ass,” she grumbles as she tries to settle herself on her bed withoutdiscomfort.

“I said cute,” Kat corrects her as she sips from her freshlybrewed coffee Caroline can only assume she picked up while finding her jeans.

“Kat what did I do,” she asked her oldest friend as shesettles into the edge of the bed with her holding out her arm to hug Caroline.

Kat hands her the blue mug sharing with her friend as shespeaks, “I dunno,” she shrugs crossing her legs as she thinks, “Was he cute?”she asks Caroline as if she could remember.

Caroline sips fromher friend’s mug hating the bitter black taste without creamer or sugar as Katcontinues, “Because that is a nice ass tattoo, no pun intended,” she laughsthoughtfully, “Wait, actually yes.”

“Okay I am going to try really, very hard not to panic,”Caroline squeaks as she feels Kat reach for her coffee before Caroline can dropit.

Kat stands up cradling her mug, “Just dial the freakingnumber,” she rationalizes trying to keep Caroline level-headed was practicallyher first job and she’s good at it, “It’s got X’s on it. I mean, clearly, helikes you.”

“Okay,” Caroline swallows having just one more fear, “Whatif in my drunken state I met a murderer?” she inquires because in her statethat seems like a sensible question.

Kat groans rolling her eyes, “Then he would have found itreally easy to kill you,” she reminds her friend in a sarcastic tone Carolineis not fond of, “Call him.”

“Fine,” Caroline agrees before there’s a new problem, “Where’smy phone?” she asks her impatient friend as she checks the charging dock onlyto find it empty.

Kat looks from one end of the room to the other as shespeaks, “Dead probably, oh, here,” she articulates as her foot kicks one of herthrow pillows on the floor over finding it.

“Poor baby is almost dead, I’m so sorry,” Caroline stallscleaning the screen off from what she can only assume is the balm that wasrubbed into her backside.

“Connect it and push the pretty printed numbers,” Kat tellsher running out of patience for her best friend as her coffee mug gets emptierby the minute.

“It’s ringing,” Caroline retorts as she presses the icon forthe speaker before she can change her mind about hanging up entirely while inthe process of standing up.

“You’re on speaker,” Kat grumbles knowing exactly what istranspiring because she is in fact right there next to her friend.

The call connects just as Caroline shushes her phone all thewhile her eyes are on the counting seconds of the screen and his voice rumbles,“Hello?”

And suddenly the memory of Klaus floods her, “Klaus?” she asksonly to hear him chuckle lightly in her ear as the image of the bright light ofthe parlor takes centerfold in her mind.

She hears him shift from his position and greedily pictureshim, Henley, necklaces and all, “Caroline, good morning, Love,” he utters, hiswords wrapping her in their warmth.

She turns her head so Kat can’t possibly see the blushrushing to her face in a swift blush as she his voice evokes the memory of hishand in her own, fingers twined during the time that Jeremy had worked on aparticularly tender spot. Reality is lost on her as she lingers in her memoryof their unconventional encounter in the parlor. The deep frission caused bythe feel of his fingers in her hair massaging gently to the bite of his nail ashe deliberately cased all of her focus to come to him alone.

She blushed at the way he all but smirked when she obstinatelycommunicated to him not to peek as she undid the button of her dark wash jeanswhen she noticed his eyes wander from her face. The mirror behind them wasuseless to showcase what she looked like lying on her stomach with a lifted upshirt knotted around her breasts as Jeremy worked on the stencil. Her eyesavoided his only to look straight across the room at the reflection of the fourof them in the room to find he was already looking at her.

“So, may name, ay?” Klaus asked, making her blush though she refused tolook away from his darkening eyes watching her in the mirror.

“It was part of the sketch,” she had intoned, proud that her voice soundedeven as her stomach fluttered under his penetrating gaze. “And it’s tiny.”

Klaus barely moved as he shifted to lean forward as she watched him inthe mirror, “I can assure you love,” he paused dramatically looking down at histrousers, “It is not,” Trevor snorted as Caroline turned a darker shade of red.

“Last chance to back out,” she heard Jeremy say as his needle startedup and Caroline steeled herself with a nod looking from Klaus to him in themirror nodding for him to do it.

It had been years since she felt the tight sting of needle to flesh yetCaroline savored it as she and Klaus exchanged hooded looks through the mirroras they say impeccably still. She took a special pleasure in the way his armsflexed as he stood when Trevor had finished with his tattoo. If possibly shelet out a soft moan while that happened she managed to pass off for pain whenKlaus looked back at her.

She watched him go before turning her head but not before catchingJeremy’s teasing reflection in the mirror and ignoring it as she hid her facein the headrest of her seat. So imagine her surprise when she opened her eyesto see a pair of black combat boots with the laces wrapped at the ankles andthe trousers she recognized as his tucked into them. Her eyes traveled over hiswaist to his Henley and necklaces before landing on his perfect little smirk.

“Falling asleep are we,” he inquired as he pulled on one of the rollerchairs closer with his boot before he sat down crowding her.

“I’m just,” she trailed off as his fingers stroked her cheek, hersenses exceedingly aware of him so close to her that she could smell what wasleft of his aftershave as he hovered over her face.

Distracting was one way of putting what Klaus seemed to be doing,making her think of him instead of the needle work at her backside. Yet hedidn’t speak, he didn’t ask why she had it placed there and Caroline didn’ttell him she simply stared straight into the eyes that bore into her own. Itwasn’t until at long last she felt the buzz of the needle leave her skin thatshe realized he held her hand still.

Jeremy moved to sit up setting his equipment aside as he cleared histhroat to make sure the pair of them could hear him articulating, “All set.”And actually listen.

He went over the instruction for tattoo Caroline which Caroline barelylistened too already having two other tattoos so she simply nodded. As she wasadding some more of the salve that he had offered to her Jeremy helped her wrapher tattoo to protect it on the way home. She watched Klaus stride to thecounter as she reached for her phone wallet in her jacket to grab her cardreading how late it was.

“Don’t worry about payment,” Klaus told her from the counter as sheshook hands with Jeremy, “I already handled it,” he answers her unasked questioncavalierly.

“Who are you,” she asked with a curious tilt of her head as Trevorwaves them out of the room back into the waiting area.

Klaus’ hand is on her upper back leading her but careful of where hetouches, “Would you like to find out,” he probed with a simpering look.

“Walk me home,” she statedpushing her jacket into his arms as she struts ahead of him where Rose holdsthe door open for them both.

“How could I not,” Klaus retorted with a brief lift of his eyes to theceiling before walking out after her, “You’re beautiful and it’s late,” Hereasoned.

Caroline feels him settle into her side on the pavement while she knotsthe front of her shirt to keep it from fussing with her newly covered ink whenshe told him, “I live just over there.”

“So our meeting was coincidental then,” he mused watching the ‘v’ ofher neckline slide lower from the severity of her knot causing a rumble in histhroat.

At their pace they make it to her building faster than Caroline wouldhave liked so when she pulls out her keys to get inside she asked him, “Did youwant to come up?”

Klaus faltered, “I think it’s safer if I just give you my number.” Hesaid cautiously as he pulled her receipt from his pants pocket.

“Why?” Caroline inquired as she watched him pull a pen from his boot ashe leaned on the building wall to write.

“Because you might regret leading me up into your home while you’restill inebriated,” Klaus insisted with her as he tucked his pen back in hisboot and handed her the slip of paper.

“I haven’t drank anything in hours,” she moped as she removed the spacebetween them eager to get him inside of her shared apartment considering Katwouldn’t be there.

Klaus tugged on her shirt pulling her that much closer and it that muchlower revealing the black lace of her bra, “And yet,” he hissed looking upinstead of down.

Caroline laughed in his ear as he continued to speaks, “You still couldforget about me in the morning. It would be a scandal, Sweetheart,” he murmuredagainst her neck.

“So with that said,” he hummed into her flesh as he nibbled at her ear,“Here’s your receipt Caroline.” While she felt his hand slide into her backpocket squeezing her ass as he placed his number inside.

Caroline took the opportunity to rub her front against his making himgroan, his mouth falling open as she surprised him with a deep kiss. Her handsunder his back drawing him closer as her fingernails punctured his Henleypulling him tighter against her. Klaus squeezed her waist as he dragged hismouth over hers purposely taking control of her kiss while leaning her againstthe brick wall.

He sucked on her bottom lip one last time as his eyes opened, his lungspressured for air as he spoke, “That was certainly a valiant effort.” MakingCaroline smile as leaned her head back on the wall watching him.

“Goodnight Klaus,” she murmured as she let go of the front of his shirtmaking sure he was finding this moment as hard to let go as she was before shereached for the keys hanging off of her wallet.

“Call me in the morning Caroline,” he all but purred as he lingered onthe step way, hands behind his back watching her go.

“Are you still there?” Klaus’ voice brought Caroline back tothe present making her feel about as warm as he did last night when he pressedher against the wall and she could feel everypart of him.

“Yep,” she squeaked collecting herself quickly, “Sorry Ijust,” she felt herself babbling as Kat mouthed ‘Game face’ to her.

Caroline nodded taking a deep breath, “Did you want to go tobreakfast, probably brunch? Oh, wait are you at work?” she questionedcautiously.

She heard his footsteps as if he was pacing in the roomwherever he was making her smile, “I’d love to meet you for brunch, I assumeyou’ll need a bit of time if you just woke up,” he tested.

“Great,” she said to him thankful of his consideration asshe moved around her room quietly trying to gather her brush and makeup wipes.“I’d love that!”

“What’s going on,” Kat whispers as Caroline reached for heryellow towel and kisses her friend on the cheek mouthing, ‘I’ll explain later’to her.

“Fantastic,” Klaus replies sounding nervous which only madethe butterflies in Caroline’s stomach flutter more, “I suppose I’ll text you inan hour?” he asked subtly pushing for a reply.

“Great, she exclaimed before she could think of anotherword, “I swear I know more words than that,” she promised as she strode to thebathroom whilst still on speaker.

Klaus made a sound before commenting, “I’m intimatelyfamiliar with what your tongue can do Caroline,” making Caroline think shecould go for a hot shower.

“Girl,” Kat salutes her as Caroline throws her robe at herwhispering for her to get out of the bathroom before she pushed her out.

“Great, I mean awesome,” she corrected as she switched onthe shower feeling for the right temperature, I’ll hear from you then.”

She felt his broad smile in his words as he spoke, “Lookingforward to it,” making her squeal to herself as the line disconnected andCaroline jumped in excitement.

The door swung open a second later before Caroline had achance to lock it, “Caroline, it’s later. So what the hell happened last night?”Kat squawked unceremoniously as she tossed Caroline’s dead phone into thelaundry bin.

“Kat,” Caroline laughed as her friend narrowly missedfalling into the shower in her very expensive heels Caroline was sure would beruined by water.

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1. What are your character’s nicknames, if any?

kae-rae is her absolutely favorite. She had another kaelin in elementary school, went by kaelin Rae, and it shortened to Kae-Rae and stuck. Literally nobody outside of the games calls her kaelin, and even in the games she wishes they would call her by her first and second name, or even just the shortened version. Maybe she'll ask next year, when people know her a little better.

2. Do they have any bad habits? she has the habit of losing her cool completely. If she sees someone hot, she blushing and giggling. If she is nervous, she'll freeze up. Its not uncommon for her to lose her cool. Presentations are the WORST in school. Capitol everything.

3. Do they have any tattoos? If not, would they want one? no, but oh my gosh lavender has this really cute implanted diamonds into the skin around her eyes tattoo and if her parents would JUST LET HER kaelin is fairly certain she would look amazing with those.

4. Do they have any scars? How did they get them? tiny pinprick on her finger, from a needle when she was learning to use one. Other than that, no.

5. How do they dress most of the time? kaelin is that girl in school who just looks so put together all the time. Matching outfits, cute patterned headscarf and a seemingly rotating outfit through the season. At school or working, hair up. At casual times and parties, hair down, with cute accessories. She rotates between blouses and skirts and dresses in the warmer months, and it never really gets too cold in the capitol but she's always fashion forward, put together, and in perfectly matched outfits. Its unsurprising to find her in school trying out a skirt she made.

6. What words or phrases do they use frequently?

· oh. My. GOSH!

· Totally

· No lie

These are dialed back when she's not with people she feels more comfortable around, but they're still in her thought processes.

7. If anyone, who do they trust to protect them? *sigh* a knight in shining armor.

That wasn’t really a joke, by the way. Kaelin is a hopeless romantic at heart and she just loves the idea of being swept off her feet one day and falling deeply in love. Like those star crossed lovers from 12 in the seventy fourth, or the countless other love stories in the games and between the victors (Glitter and Wiress anyone???)

In all sincerity, Kae-Rae has never needed to be protected.

8. Are they argumentative or do they avoid conflict?

Avoid, avoid, avoid. Kae-Rae doesn’t want to get on anyone's bad side. She doesn’t like it when people don’t like her. If she feels an argument brewing she will back off from the topic and apologize (losing her cool and probaby stuttering through this process) until eventually the conversation is over or back on stable ground. If it's between two people she doesn’t know, walk away. QUICKLY. If it's between one or more people she does know? Divert their attention to something else. "hey, you wanna see my sketchbook?". It never works, of course, and she ends up walking away again.

9. Did they have any role models growing up other than their parents?

YES. There was this one stylist that Kaelin just loved as a kid. She worked on the hunger games, with district 8, for years, until moving on to make her own clothes line (kae-rae unapologetically rocks a fashion Forward skirt on occasion even though its out of style now) it's what got kaelin into fashion, and then encouraged her to apply to be a stylist. Of course, their styles were different, but they were both blonde girls and as a 5 yr old who spent hours picking out outfits, it was enough for kae-rae to identify with.

10. When was the time when they were the most frightened? there was a spider on her bed.

To clarify, it was the size of her head.

To clarify, her brother put it there

To clarify, it was plastic and couldn’t pass for real under a rug.

That didn’t mean 12 yr old kaelin didn’t scream like a baby.

11. When was the time when they were the happiest?

The day she finally, after a year of applications, got the note that she would be an actual real live hunger games stylist. It was the first time she'd spent so long on something, put a bunch of effort into it. It was her dream, and it was the best day of her life.

12. What is their most embarrassing moment?

Maybe the spider. Or maybe the time she snorted chocolate milk out in seventh grade of her nose at lunch. Or maybe her first presentation at school, where she stood in front of the class reciting the first line of her report over and over again for five minutes before being asked to sit down by the kind teacher. She hadnt even realized she was doing it, simply saying "Hi, My name is kaelin Rae and I'll be talking to you about…" over and over again. She never got to what she was supposed to be talking about, and was blushing to her toes by the end.

13. Are they optimistic or pessimistic?

Optimism!! Everything is sunshine, rainbows, and friendship in Kae's world!

14. What is their most treasured possession?

a signed picture of her favorite stylist, her acceptance letter to be a stylist, or her mother's necklace that was passed down through the family for years since the dark days. It’s a rusty old locket that doesn’t even open anymore, and Kae-Rae never wears it, but her mother said that the things inside connected them always. Through blood.

15. How do they spend a typical Saturday night?

Parties, shopping, spending time at the mall, living it up. Or, if she's had a stroke of inspiration, turning off her phone to ignore her friend's texts as THEY do those things and she designs a new dress because "more ruffles!"

16. What song would you use to describe them?

Gold by britt nicole.

17. Are they introverted or extroverted?

Extroverted, but, upon being shot down, can become introverted very quickly. She wants to be everyone's friend. She's like a puppy, honestly. If you yell at her and outright say you don’t want her she'll get it, but if you're just dodging her she'll keep coming up, loving on you, and being friendly.

18. Are they organized or messy?

Organized creative, which sounds like an alignment but honestly means she's set up in life in an organized manner but in one that makes it easy to jump sporadically from one idea or project to the next, stopping halfway though and picking It up later.

19. What do they like about themselves?

She loves her family, her friends and ability to make them, her kindness, what she considers her talent, and the fact that she is good enough to be there. She likes her hair as well, and her creative designs. Eyes aren't bad.

20. How do they relax? kae relaxes by chilling, alone or with just a friend or two, with a cup of cocoa and a comfy blanket. Maybe she's doodling or sketching, maybe not

21. What is their ideal date? AHHHH ROMANCE! Kae-rae would actually really like to try ice skating. But basically, if it's ever been in a rom com, Kaelin is SO DOWN.

22. Do they want children? Why or why not? maybe, probably, yes. But not atm.

23. Where do they see themselves in five years? a popular stylist, hopefully. She'd be living on her own, in a nice studio apartment or something. Probably with a fish (because oh my gosh did you hear Caesar has a fish oh my GOSH that’s such a cute animal!!!)

24. What would be their three wishes if they found a genie’s lamp?

· For arista or Kathryn to win

· For a long and happy life

· To find love

25. Describe your character sitting in their favorite spot.

Sitting on the edge of her bed is one of her favorite places to sit. Her desk hangs over the edge of her bed, and Kae loves it.she'll sit there for hours, listening to music, kitten sitting next to her, and doodling. Her plush pink comforter is so soft and she could stay there forever

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