#WRITINGS: hips don’t lie (katrina‘s threads)

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@worldofsenelfy continued from xx if you want to

Maybe she should just run, let Ilyas create a distraction and book it out of there as fast as she could. But of course then she would absolutely be consumed by more than guilt than she's ever felt, leaving him behind to clean up her mess - to deal with her problems. Dumping her baggage onto him, when he already had enough of his own - that wasn't fair. And what if they hurt him - what if they killed him? She tried so hard not to think about it, but in those few moments before what could only be describe as all hell breaking loose, her mind forced her to see it: Ilyas' body, still, unmoving, lifeless, dead because of her. She couldn't - nor wouldn't - do that to him.

It was due to her horrid imagination that caused her to unknowingly begin to step backward, unwillingly towards the approaching henchmen. Her eyes were locked onto Ilyas, full of tears and silent apologies but also screaming regrets. It happened so fast, her brain wouldn't fully comprehend what was occurring.

All she felt was something tangle in the back of her hair, followed quickly by a forceful tug and quickly next came pain. Instinctively, she let out a surprised, gasping shriek, hands reaching for the large pair that had grabbed her as she stumbled backward, her balance thrown off by the sudden force.

#(ilyas....DO YOUR WORST MY DUDE) #hips don’t lie (katrina‘s threads) #writing with ilyas aylin (worldofsenelfy) #being lost and lonely together (katrina & ilyas) #worldofsenelfy #got my eye on you (tracking threads)

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It had been a while since the last time she’d seen Ilyas, and in all honesty Katrina felt wary as she walked down the street towards the alley he called ‘home’; she pretty much just disappeared one day, without a word or notice - she had a good reason, that being her sister had found out that she had practically been living on the streets since Salvatore Zarnecki kicked her out there. Zarnecki had been in control of her old apartment, meaning he could easily find her there if he wanted to change his mind about her (or toss her around for shits and giggles again). To say the least, Jade was furious, all but forcing Katrina to stay at her own house for the time being. The elder sister wanted it to be permanent, even making the offer, but Katrina couldn’t - she had already burdened her sister so much already. 

So instead, Jade helped her search for a new place to live, as well as a new job - of which the former of the two they found first. A two bedroom, single apartment; she didn’t really need a two bedroom but it had been part of her original request when she and Jade began looking. Two bedrooms can be useful, she simply stated. Jade didn’t question further - a good thing. It was nice and well kept place too, with surprisingly affordable rent and utilities (once she could start making her own money again - for the time being, Jade offered to pay, as well as give her younger sister some hours at the floral shop to start her off; as much as Katrina disliked the arrangement personally, she was nevertheless grateful to her sister). Pets were even allowed, which was nice as Katrina had been thinking about getting a dog or something for a while now. But the one thing she thought of the most during this time, the one thing she couldn’t get off her mind, was Ilyas.

She took a deep breath, the nervousness rising as she drew closer. Would he be happy to see her? Maybe angry? A part of her had a bit of an inkling that she had probably been one of the only people he spoken to on a ‘regular basis’, for the few times that she’s visited him. Maybe she was wrong about that, honestly she hoped she was. He may have been homeless, but he had to have had other friends right? He deserved them. 

He deserved a lot more, as well. Katrina was hoping she could help with that now.

“Ilyas? You around?”

#{*innocent whistles*} #WRITINGS: hips don’t lie (katrina‘s threads) #THREAD CHARACTER: ilyas w/ katrina (worldofsenelfy) #worldofsenelfy

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Katrina & Eric

@ericbrandonrp continued from x

Arms tightened around her; it wasn’t just as an attempt to protect her from the cold anymore as her nerves grew tense upon watching Eric step out of the vehicle. Her chest grew tight, stomach twisted, and she felt sick. Small hints of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth when she noticed Murphy, but the anxiousness and fear was too much for her to try to ignore. 

What was he doing here? And how did he even find her? 

Breath hitched in her throat. So, he did read her note (it wasn’t where she left it but that really didn’t matter now, did it?). She wanted to look away from him, but it was as if her eyes were frozen in place - just as her body was. 

“If you want to yell at me or...or whatever, just get it over with. I deserve it. I was stupid. I shouldn’t have left...I just...I got scared. So stupid...I don’t expect you to forgive me. I wouldn’t forgive me...” 

Rambling was a nervous habit, as was saying more than she intended. He found her note, so what did that mean? She wasn’t sure and should have waited for something more before opening her big mouth. But Katrina should have done a lot of things that she didn’t - too late now. 

#WRITINGS: hips don’t lie (katrina‘s threads) #THREAD CHARACTER: eric w/ katrina (ericbrandonrp) #VERSE: holding on through the night (katrina & eric) #ericbrandonrp #world of queues (queue tag) #i've got my eye on you (to track)

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ERIC:

Katrina sat down next to him, their shoulders and hips touching, and his heart began to race faster. Warmth spread through his body, and that wasn’t due to the fire or the blanket; it was only thanks to her. He was attracted to Katrina, and more than thankful for her sister to be so insistent to finally get him to drive to this place to see her. It had been one of the best decisions in his entire life.

A soft smile was tugging on his lips when she rested her head on his shoulder. Yes, he could spend all night like this; cuddled up to the woman his heart had chosen, a cup of hot chocolate in his hand, the fireplace lighting up the room… However, the smile faltered a little at Katrina’s admission. Not even her own mother wanted her? That was hard to believe, considering what a wonderful, lovely woman Katrina was.

He freed his arm from the blanket and put it around her shoulders, pulling her towards him. “Then yer mum’s a fool,” he simply said. “I…didn’t know tha’ an’—“ A sigh. “I think we both should stop ‘pologoisin’ an’ jus’ focus on the here an’ now? I mean, it’s happened, it’s in the past, we can’t change it anymore, an’ all tha’ ma’ers is tha’ we’re here now. You an’ me.” His gaze fell on Murphy. The one-eyed dog had made himself comfortable in front of the fireplace, warming up his belly. His job here was done, it seemed.

“Y’know…it sounds stupid bu’—I think we go’ somethin’ in common. I know how ye feel, I—me parents don’t want me, either. They raised me, koinda, bu’ I's ‘lone most’f the toime.” Not enough, however, as his father had still used every free minute to beat him up; almost on a daily basis. He could have really done without that.

“So ja, ye—ye feel loike…whenever someone says they luv ye, ye doubt it. Ye automatic’lly say, ‘no, tha’ can’t be, they’re jus’ playin’ with me’. Ye go’ a hard toime trustin’ anyone, an’ even if ye foinally do, ye a’ways ‘xpect the worst still. Ye a’ways think they’re gonna leave ye, they’re gonna hurt ye…”

Thoughts were brought back to the photo album she ‘’found’’ that one morning...well, there was no use trying to make up excuses for it, she had been snooping around after waking up before he did; she remembered those pictures, the first several of a happy child before that same young boy became covered in bruises. They truly did have more in common than she first thought, which wouldn’t be such a sad thing if it weren’t for the circumstances that they both lived through. There was no one better to understand than someone who experienced something similar, it seemed. 

She wondered if she should mention the photo album, confess to him about her snooping - she couldn’t even say it was an accident, as she had actively been looking around his apartment while he was still asleep. And it had been so very early on in their acquaintanceship, how could she justify that? Not that she wanted to as she could agree with it being an invasion of his privacy... 

She curled up closer to him as his arm wrapped around her, her hand coming to rest on his chest, over his heart - she could feel the steady pulsing against her palm. It was calming. It wasn’t there for long though as she reached to gently touch the side of his face, fingertips brushing along his cheek as she lifted her gaze up to him. 

“I won’t do that again,” she told him, with sincerity in her voice and behind her bright blues. From his words, guilt began to swell again; while she knew what and understood what he was saying, she couldn’t stop herself from stepping into the shoes of those he spoke about. “I won’t leave - or run. I won’t hurt you like that again - I promise.” It was one she intended on keeping, no matter what. Was it going to be difficult? It shouldn’t be, but in truth there was a part of Katrina that felt...uncertain, even more so afraid. But she would try her absolute hardest to keep that promise. 

With a slight shift in her position, Katrina leaned further into him with her head tilted a bit higher, lips finding claim of his own for a kiss. “I love you,” was tenderly whispered in the midst. 

( @ericbrandonrp​ )

#WRITINGS: hips don’t lie (katrina‘s threads) #THREAD CHARACTER: eric w/ katrina (ericbrandonrp) #VERSE: holding on through the night (katrina & eric) #ericbrandonrp #world of queues (queue tag) #i've got my eye on you (to track)

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Before living with Eric, Katrina didn’t often have the chance to cook for other people (she barely cooked for herself, in all honesty, living off of the most basic of meals if not fast food), so she was always excited to prepare dinner for the two of them. Sure, going out to eat for date night was nice and all, but nothing beats the comfort of a night indoors with a good home cooked meal. This particular dinner included a recipe from her grandmother;  a pot roast with baby potatoes, carrots, and other veggies. Katrina did have to replace the ingredient of wine in the recipe, given Eric’s allergy to grapes, choosing instead to try braising the roast with brandy. It wasn’t something she had tried before, but it wasn’t a bad pairing by any means (according to the internet) so she couldn’t see how it wouldn’t turn out to be good.

While the roast was cooking in the slow cooker, Katrina kept herself busy throughout the apartment while Eric was gone (otherwise she would’ve just sat there and stared at the roast for x amount of hours, impatiently ecstatic); she cleaned up, played fetch with Murphy about 6 dozen times before feeding the one eyed pup, and later changed into a nice peachy orange blouse and skirt - clothing that was part of the massive ensemble of new clothes her sister had bought for her after moving out of her old, raggedy apartment. Of course it had to be orange, too, it was his favorite color after all. Katrina would do anything to please him and make him happy, even the smallest of things - he deserved it, and so much more. 

#WRITINGS: hips don’t lie (katrina‘s threads) #THREAD CHARACTER: eric w/ katrina (ericbrandonrp) #VERSE: holding on through the night (katrina & eric) #ericbrandonrp #queuing voices (queue tag)

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Tag Dumps Pt. 12

Katrina Willows’ Tags

VISAGE: smiling through the pain (katrina’s appearance) CHARACTER STUDY: they say time heals everything but i’m still waiting (katrina‘s headcanons) WRITINGS: hips don’t lie (katrina‘s threads) REFLECTIONS: on a broken wing (katrina‘s musings) ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: what is it you desire (katrina’s asks answered) CHERISH: the exotic (katrina‘s likes) YEARNING: burning in my soul (katrina’s desires) STYLE: the exotic (katrina‘s wardrobe) INSPIRATIONS: the caged bird sings with a fearful trill (katrina’s aesthetics) INFATUATIONS: eye candy (katrina’s crushes) LOVERS:  light me up and set me free (katrina’s ship content) ASSORTED: the exotic (katrina miscellaneous content) OOH LALA: the exotic (katrina‘s kinks ; themes of nsfw) OPEN THREADS: the exotic (katrina‘s starters) SHUT UP AND DANCE WITH ME (katrina’s performance songs) RELATIVES OF: the exotic (katrina’s family & relationships)

#the caged (katrina's tag dump) #VISAGE: smiling through the pain (katrina’s appearance) #CHARACTER STUDY: they say time heals everything but i’m still waiting (katrina‘s headcanons) #WRITINGS: hips don’t lie (katrina‘s threads) #REFLECTIONS: on a broken wing (katrina‘s musings) #ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: what is it you desire (katrina’s asks answered) #CHERISH: the exotic (katrina‘s likes) #YEARNING: burning in my soul (katrina’s desires) #STYLE: the exotic (katrina‘s wardrobe) #INSPIRATIONS: the caged bird sings with a fearful trill (katrina’s aesthetics) #INFATUATIONS: eye candy (katrina’s crushes) #LOVERS: light me up and set me free (katrina’s ship content) #ASSORTED: the exotic (katrina miscellaneous content) #OOH LALA: the exotic (katrina‘s kinks ; themes of nsfw) #OPEN THREADS: the exotic (katrina‘s starters) #SHUT UP AND DANCE WITH ME (katrina’s performance songs) #RELATIVES OF: the exotic (katrina’s family & relationships) #dumping my trash on the dash (tag dump)

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Tag Dumps Pt. 19

Katrina’s Tags

VISAGE: smiling through the pain (katrina’s appearance) CHARACTER STUDY: they say time heals everything but i’m still waiting (katrina‘s headcanons) WRITINGS: hips don’t lie (katrina‘s threads) REFLECTIONS: on a broken wing (katrina‘s musings) ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: what is it you desire (katrina’s asks answered) CHERISH: the exotic (katrina‘s likes) YEARNING: burning in my soul (katrina’s desires) STYLE: the exotic (katrina‘s wardrobe) INSPIRATIONS: the caged bird sings with a fearful trill (katrina’s aesthetics) INFATUATIONS: eye candy (katrina’s crushes) LOVERS:  light me up and set me free (katrina’s ship content) ASSORTED: the exotic (katrina miscellaneous content) OOH LALA: the exotic (katrina‘s kinks ; themes of nsfw) OPEN THREADS: the exotic (katrina‘s starters) SHUT UP AND DANCE WITH ME (katrina’s performance songs)

#the caged (tag dumps) #VISAGE: smiling through the pain (katrina’s appearance) #CHARACTER STUDY: they say time heals everything but i’m still waiting (katrina‘s headcanons) #WRITINGS: hips don’t lie (katrina‘s threads) #REFLECTIONS: on a broken wing (katrina‘s musings) #ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: what is it you desire (katrina’s asks answered) #CHERISH: the exotic (katrina‘s likes) #YEARNING: burning in my soul (katrina’s desires) #STYLE: the exotic (katrina‘s wardrobe) #INSPIRATIONS: the caged bird sings with a fearful trill (katrina’s aesthetics) #INFATUATIONS: eye candy (katrina’s crushes) #LOVERS: light me up and set me free (katrina’s ship content) #ASSORTED: the exotic (katrina miscellaneous content) #OOH LALA: the exotic (katrina‘s kinks ; themes of nsfw) #OPEN THREADS: the exotic (katrina‘s starters) #SHUT UP AND DANCE WITH ME (katrina’s performance songs) #dumping my trash on the dash (tag dump)

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Katrina & Mitch

@trageadies oops my finger slipped

She couldn’t get the thought out of her head, not since the day she and her sister spent together; a conversation between the siblings following after the girls ran into an old friend from childhood, adoring the newborn they held in their arms - their first child. 

Once, Katrina never imagined she could ever be a mother - she was not mother-material...that’s what she even told Mitch when she found out about Charlie; she shuddered at the memory, her reaction an absolutely terrible one and one that she regretted very much now. She wished she had handled that better, because if she had then she would have realized much earlier what a wonderful boy Mitch’s son really was and how much she would come to love him as her own in the future. 

She really did love Charlie, she loved him as her son and she loved being his mom. She knew that she could never truly replace his real mother, and that - in Katrina’s opinion - was tragic, considering the kind of woman Mitch’s ex was. Katrina tried to forget about her, about the things she tried to do to take away what Kat loved most - she wouldn’t tell Mitch but there was a part of her that couldn’t move on from what happened, because it truly scared her. She almost lost the happiness that she had genuinely been fighting for, that she desperately wanted. Truly, if Katrina were to be brutally honest, if neither Mitch or his family weren’t the kind of people that they were...she would have nothing. 

But back to the point, having Charlie in her life had not only built up Katrina’s confidence in being a mother but it also made her less afraid of the idea of having children in general. So when she saw her old friend with their child, well - as Jade put it - Katrina caught that ‘baby fever’.

She’s been wanting to talk to Mitch about it for quite some time - starting their own family, or rather adding to their current family. But work had kept Mitch away from her, which she couldn’t hold against him and nor would she. She knew how important business was and what it meant to him. But it would be a lie for her to say that she wasn’t starting to worry that she would possibly miss her chance. She knew that she needed to speak up, whether or not the time was ‘right’. At least if she put the idea out there and told him her feelings, then he would know and they could work on it from there. She just needed to tell him. 

“Okay, I’ll see you when you get home,” she replied, cell phone to her ear with Mitch on the other line. “Stay safe. I love you.” There was a moment where impulse suddenly took over and before Katrina could think it through the words had already spilled from her lips. 

“And I want to have a baby.” 

#WRITINGS: hips don’t lie (katrina‘s threads) #THREAD CHARACTER: mitch w/ katrina (trageadies) #VERSE: forever and always ; i'll be by your side (katrina & mitch) #trageadies

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Tag Dump Pt. 17

💋 Katrina’s Tags

VISAGE: smiling through the pain (katrina’s appearance) CHARACTER STUDY: they say time heals everything but i’m still waiting (katrina‘s headcanons) WRITINGS: hips don’t lie (katrina‘s threads) REFLECTIONS: on a broken wing (katrina‘s musings)  ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: what is it you desire (katrina’s asks answered) CHERISH: the exotic (katrina‘s likes)  YEARNING: burning in my soul (katrina’s desires) STYLE: the exotic (katrina‘s wardrobe)  INSPIRATIONS: the caged bird sings with a fearful trill (katrina’s aesthetics) INFATUATIONS: eye candy (katrina’s crushes) LOVERS:  light me up and set me free (katrina’s ship content) ASSORTED: the exotic (katrina miscellaneous content) OOH LALA: the exotic (katrina‘s kinks ; themes of nsfw)  OPEN THREADS: the exotic (katrina‘s starters) SHUT UP AND DANCE WITH ME (katrina’s performance songs) 

#VISAGE: smiling through the pain (katrina’s appearance) #CHARACTER STUDY: they say time heals everything but i’m still waiting (katrina‘s headcanons) #WRITINGS: hips don’t lie (katrina‘s threads) #REFLECTIONS: on a broken wing (katrina‘s musings) #ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: what is it you desire (katrina’s asks answered) #CHERISH: the exotic (katrina‘s likes) #YEARNING: burning in my soul (katrina’s desires) #STYLE: the exotic (katrina‘s wardrobe) #INSPIRATIONS: the caged bird sings with a fearful trill (katrina’s aesthetics) #INFATUATIONS: eye candy (katrina’s crushes) #LOVERS: light me up and set me free (katrina’s ship content) #ASSORTED: the exotic (katrina miscellaneous content) #OOH LALA: the exotic (katrina‘s kinks ; themes of nsfw) #OPEN THREADS: the exotic (katrina‘s starters) #SHUT UP AND DANCE WITH ME (katrina’s performance songs) #dumping my trash on the dash (tag dump) #the caged (tag dump)

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SAMUEL:

THERE WASN’T REALLY ANY TIME AVAILABLE TO TALK, Samuel making sure to get out of there with her, as soon as she was freed from that asshole’s grasp. It all passed like a blur from being inside a dingy bar, to being at the closest pit stop available, if only to let her BREATHE after everything that just transpired. He gave her time to THINK, to collect herself; Samuel idly waiting next to his motorcycle with arms crossed upon his chest. A sigh left him, looking upon the sky as he wondered where she went.

   It wasn’t until sometime later that he decided to go look for her, finding her next to a couple of trees. She almost looked like a rock, all balled up and hidden away. If you didn’t look closely, you could almost swear she was part of the original picture. The hacker approached her carefully, trying his best to not SPOOK her, especially after what happened. She must be DISTURBED, positively overwhelmed. It made him upset, for he was sure she didn’t deserve any of it.

  “’Ey,” his voice was initially SOFT, “are y’okay?” He got nearer, trying to squat to get where she was. Truth be told, all he felt was CONCERN. He didn’t feel disgust, or anything NEGATIVE toward her. Oh, if she only knew that he also had his own BAGGAGE; he was chaotic thunder, with some crimes under his belt and a past that left him broken. Samuel was NO ONE to judge. “’Ey, Kat,” a hand moved to gently touch her shoulder; rubbing it to comfort her, “can y’look at me? Please.”

Thoughts spun like a violent hurricane in her mind, every insult and negative conviction she’s ever heard in her life thrashed around inside of her head without mercy. She could feel the tears beneath her lids, despite her eyes being shut tight, her face hidden in her folded arms. Because of how loud the berating voices in her head were, she did not hear Samuel’s approach, nor the words he spoke. She didn’t even feel his hand on her shoulder, her body riddled with numbness. It took much of her strength and whatever ounce of willpower she had left just to lift her head, her tear filled eyes, red and puffy - with the left side of her cheek still swollen from the assault she fell victim to only a few days prior - lips quivering. Though she raised her head, she couldn’t look at Samuel, she was too disgusted and embarrassed with herself to meet his gaze directly. 

“I’m sorry...I dragged you into this,” she spoke, soft voice quaking with each word. Her breaths were ragged, sobs nearly choking her as the flow of tears increased. He would see her hands shaking as she reached to wipe said tears away, as if that would stop them. 

“I should’ve just obeyed...This wouldn’t be happening if I had just listened...God, why am I so STUPID?!”

Head fell in her hands again, as the weeping grew louder; she wasn’t just sniffling and biting back sobs, Katrina being unable to hold her composure anymore as she began to full on cry. 

( @theimpalpable​ )

#WRITINGS: hips don’t lie (katrina‘s threads) #THREAD CHARACTER: samuel w/ katrina (theimpalpable) #VERSE: hack into this prison where a bird is caged ; begging to be free (katrina & samuel) #theimpalpable #world of queues (queue tag) #i've got my eye on you (to track)