#it really won't make any difference for her

[mona-risms]

Can’t stop thinking about reader’s family and friends not believing them when they say that they’re dating rumi, bc 1. Rumi is a worldwide famous popstar and 2. Rumi is a literal goddess in her own right and reader is just going insane trying to prove that Rumi is actually their girlfriend.

The moment I saw this ask come through I really did just have to run over here bc as someone with a large family, white siblings and two fuckass extended family ahh friend groups this felt like an obligation. Ofc different groups may respond differently, but 😜

Telling your friends would be a Challenge aka they'll probably laugh your ass out the door. How the fuck did YOU??? Bag THAT fine piece of ass HELLO????? Like okay bae and I'm actually Tom Holland's side piece it's time to wake back up to reality 🫶. You need like proof in pictures, receipts in messages and preferrably her right in front of them. It feels like you're going through an immigration checkpoint. When they actually see that Oh you're Not actually bullshitting and this is actually #holyfcknairball? "THEM?????? REALLY" but tbh at the end of the day they'd support it easily. If you have K-Pop enthusiasts in your group they'll probably freak out and faint but they'll be back up later asking for autographs from her and the other members. My friends would threaten me if I ever fumbled personally

Rumi finds it funny asf but also she's kinda like "my bad", half laughing at you and half sincere bc wow you fr have to prove you're not just being DELUSIONAL. It's okay she'll kiss you in front of them if they want proof, she'll take Any excuse to kiss you :3c

Family would be another thing. You wouldn't even need to supply proof though, she'd wanna make a good first impression on her own. She'd bring like food baskets and gifts and everything, getting to know your family and all that. She'll basically do all the work for you and next thing you know she's basically already invited to the gc and whatever sort of family gatherings you have 🤷‍♀️ atp wedding her would just become a formality LMFAO but if you fumble this they'll kill you. Joke. Maybe. Who knows. But she's like the most likeable person out there, parents fucking love her and yours probably won't be an exception—can't help but stare at how easily she can just. Do it like "is it PR training or is this just like natural for you" "🥰"

My mum would love her and she's very Traditional so 💀. My siblings would personally also laugh me out the door too 🫶 hate them (love them)

[slaymitchabernathy]

Nothing to Lose

| this drabble contains sexual content ;) |

Coriolanus has his eyes set on something.

Someone.

He noticed her immediately when he and his friends arrived at the club. She's hard to miss when she's dressed like that, wearing near to nothing but a corset with thigh-high stockings and a lacy bralette that leaves very little to the imagination.

There are other girls at the club as well, dressed the same way, doing the same things. This one is different though, he doesn't know why, but she is. He has to have her.

"How about another round of drinks?" He suggests to his friends who are already drunk. They came to celebrate the end of another grueling work week. It's not easy being a politician but clubs like this, exclusive places, make it a little bit easier. With the heightened security and well-trained staff, he feels perfectly safe here, surrounded by drunk men and scantily dressed women.

"Sure," Festus easily agrees, waving over a waitress. He's already had three drinks, but who's counting? "Another round for you gentlemen?" The waitress sweetly asks, batting her eyelashes. She's dressed in the shortest skirt Coriolanus has ever seen and is wearing bright eye makeup.

"Yes, please. Who's that over there?" Coriolanus inquires, nodding at the girl who's caught his eye. Her blonde hair is hard to miss and so is her easygoing smile. The waitress follows his gaze, "Oh, that's Soarynn. Would you like her to come over here?"

"That would be wonderful."

Coriolanus isn't above winning over hearts himself, but he also isn't above getting a little help now and then. If this waitress wants to help him out, he won't be the one to stop her.

She goes to fetch the drinks and her friend, leading Festus and Felix to give Coriolanus teasing looks. "Really? Sending the waitress to do your dirty work?"

He waves them off. "She offered."

They all watch the waitress approach Soarynn and whisper something in her ear. Soarynn's eyebrows raise and she looks over at them before she nods, saying something in return.

Their drinks come out before Soarynn does. Apparently, she had to go speak with their boss first. For what, Coriolanus has no idea until they both show up at their table. Coriolanus eyes the boss who happens to be the owner of the club up and down. He's dressed rather nicely for running an establishment such as this one, filled with burlesque dancers and waitresses.

Soarynn stands next to him, hands behind her back, head down.

"I heard Coriolanus Snow was asking for one of my girls," the owner explains, "and I just had to greet him myself." Coriolanus fakes a smile, not really caring for this man or his greeting. "Consider me welcomed."

"My name is Casca Highbottom, if there's ever anything I can do for you, Mr. Snow, please let me know." Highbottom holds his hand out leaving Coriolanus with nothing to do but shake it to avoid causing a scene. Better to stay on this man's good side since he frequents the club quite often.

"Thank you, Mr. Highbottom. I'll keep that in mind."

Highbottom smiles but it's a strange smile, a smile that Coriolanus doesn't trust one bit. Now is not the time to investigate though so he just smiles back and shakes his hand. "She's all yours," he says, giving Soarynn a push towards the table of men.

Soarynn to her credit, lays on the charm immediately, doing an excellent job given the circumstances. "I've never met a Snow before," she purrs, leaning against the table, "but I've heard a lot about you."

Highbottom finally fucking leaves and Coriolanus leans back in his seat, all too comfortable with the power he holds. "What've you heard about me, doll?"

Soarynn tilts her head, almost like a lost puppy. "That you always land on top." Festus barks out a laugh, almost choking on his drink. "Yeah, he's been saying that shit since the University." Coriolanus elblows him to prevent any more embarrassing stories. "It's true though, I've managed to stay on top despite all the odds."

He wonders if Soarynn can relate, or if she's used to being stuck at the bottom.

"Sounds like you're an important man," she replies, dragging her fingers along the edge of the table.

Coriolanus can see her much better in this light although it's still dark in the room. Her outfit is even more provocative up close. Her breasts nearly spill out of her bralette, and the corset looks like it's one size too tight on her. There are frills on the edges, almost making it look like the shortest dress in the world. As his eyes travel down her body, he comes to the realization that she's not wearing a skirt, only panties. Lace, of course.

"I am," he answers, "and my lap is terribly empty."

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Drinking always makes time go by faster, but when you have a pretty girl in your lap, it goes by even quicker. Coriolanus is intoxicated with Soarynn and her sweetness. She smells so good, like vanilla and something else. Her laugh is infectious and her smile is contagious.

She's more than comfortable sitting in his lap while he plays a game of cards with his friends and some other patrons, all of who keep eyeing her up and down with jealousy.

Coriolanus keeps a possessive hand on her waist at all times while her ass is pressed against his growing boner, an issue that she isn't helping him resolve by constantly wiggling her hips back and forth.

"I think you're bluffing," Felix calls from across the table which means he has shitty cards and won't be winning anything this round. Coriolanus bites back a grin, not taking the bait. Soarynn leans back to look at his cards but doesn't say anything either since she said she doesn't understand any of these card games.

"Are you winning?" She whispers, brushing the shell of his ear with her lips. Coriolanus shudders involuntarily, used to being the one in control. He is in control, but she's been playing these fucking mind games with him since the moment she sat down in his lap.

"I am," he gets out, tightening his grip on her waist. "Looks like you're my lucky charm." More giggles fill his ear and the buttons on his shirt magically become unbuttoned by her deft fingers. "Maybe after this game, we could go somewhere more private," Soarynn whispers, grinding down on his lap.

Coriolanus swears under his breath, not wanting to lose control in front of all of these men. Definitely not when he's about to win either.

"That can be arranged."

It only takes two more rounds for Coriolanus to show his winning hand and collect his winnings. He tucks a few bills into Soarynn's bralette and her stockings. "For bringing me luck," he explains. He excuses himself from the table and the prying eyes. Soarynn takes his large hand and pulls him towards the back of the club where he knows they have private rooms. Coriolanus follows her blindly, admiring how she looks from behind.

He's much taller than her even though she's wearing high heels. "I've never seen someone win so easily," she says to him over the noise. Coriolanus does his best to look nonchalant, it's really just luck at the end of the day, but he also knows how to play his cards right.

All you have to do is play like you have nothing to lose, in life, and in the club.

"It's like you said, angel, Snow lands on top."

More giggles spill from her lips and they disappear behind a curtain into a long hallway of doors leading to a private room. "The biggest one is at the end of the hallway." Coriolanus is more than pleased with the accommodations he's met with when they walk into the room.

There's a bed, sofa, table with chairs and a beverage cart with all his favorite drinks. "Whiskey or bourbon?" He lets go of her hand and sits down on the sofa, legs spread, guard down. "You can pick." Soarynn smiles, grabbing the bottle of whiskey.

"How long have you been working here?"

"A few months," she shrugs, pouring him a glass. "It pays well, and I like the crowd it brings in." Coriolanus doesn't know what that's supposed to mean. Is it good to be a part of that crowd?

"What type of crowd?"

She brings over his drink and makes herself comfortable on his right leg, sitting on his thigh. "Rich men," she answers without hesitation, "powerful men, attractive men. Men who like to take care of girls like me."

Coriolanus takes the glass from her and uses his other hand to grab her throat, not choking her, just holding her still. "And what type of girl are you, Soarynn?" Most girls would be shaking in fear from his actions, but Soarynn just keeps on smiling. "I'm a good girl, Mr. Snow."

Coriolanus rolls his eyes, not believing her for a second. They both know exactly what kind of girl she is. "Then be a good girl and take care of the problem you've created, doll."

His cock is straining in his pants, desperate for a release. Soarynn obeys his orders, gracefully sliding off his leg and onto the hardwood floor. Coriolanus watches her dainty little hands go up and down his thighs, teasing him further.

It's a most glorious sight to see a woman like Soarynn on her knees for him. With bills between her breasts and her big blue eyes looking up at him like she's some fallen angel. Her light blonde hair is almost like a halo.

She finally grabs his belt and unbuckles it with ease, almost like she's done this before. He decides not to think about that, about the other men she's slept with before him because there won't ever be anyone else after him.

"You're bigger than most," she murmurs, peeling back his boxers along with his pants. Coriolanus chuckles at that little comment. He's heard that before. His cock is red at the tip, already leaking with precum after being teased for so fucking long. "I like my blowjobs to be thorough," he informs her, adopting a stricter tone, "and watch your teeth."

Soarynn bares her pearly whites in a teasing smile that he doesn't find to be too funny. "Relax," she says, "I know what I'm doing."

"I'll be the judge of that, darling."

Soarynn takes a firm hold of his cock, stroking him up and down while bringing her lips to the tip. Her tongue darts out Coriolanus almost drops his whiskey when she starts working on his tip.

She's a fucking natural.

Soarynn takes him into her mouth after a good minute of teasing and she easily bobs her head up and down his long length. Coriolanus has been told by many women how big he is, how hard it is to take all of him at once. Soarynn is clearly not like other women. With one hand still free, Coriolanus grabs a fistful of her hair so he can set the pace.

Soarynn lets out what sounds like a whine of protest, but her mouth is full at the moment, so he ignores it. "That's right, just like that," he breathes, tilting his head back. If he knew he could get drinks and a blowjob at the club, he would've started coming here years ago.

Soarynn gags when he pushes her head all the way down, keeping it there for a good ten seconds. Part of him waits for her to fight him against it, to try and pull away but she takes it like the good girl she claims to be.

Not much else is needed once she starts using her other hand to stroke the remaining length of his cock. Coriolanus comes undone with a loud moan while spilling down Soarynn's throat, tightening his grip on her hair. She doesn't waste a single drop, swallowing it all like a proper whore. Coriolanus sits back on the sofa, utterly exhausted after that.

"Well," he clears his throat, "I suppose you did know what you were doing."

Soarynn grins up at him, her appearance is still impeccable for someone whose throat just got fucked. "I told you." He pats his thigh, inviting her to come sit again and she happily obliges. He makes sure to clean himself off first and pull his pants back on just in case they experience a rude interruption.

The door locks but he doubts it'll hold if someone really wants to get inside. The lock is more of a courtesy if anything.

Soarynn cozies right up to him, settling down on his lap while he drinks his whiskey. "Do you want some?" She shakes her head, making a face. "I don't like that stuff." More for him, then.

Coriolanus lazily draws shapes on her bare skin, on her arms, her legs, her chest, leaving a small trail of goosebumps wherever he goes. "How much to fuck you?"

Soarynn sits up a little straight though she doesn't appear to be offended. More so excited at the prospect of making some money. "Mr. Highbottom is in charge of setting our rates."

Ah, so it all goes back to Highbottom. Coriolanus is willing to bet that he takes a cut of their earnings and pay as well.

"So, I pay you after I fuck you?"

She nods, "Mhm."

Perfect.

"Take this off," he pulls at the strap of her bralette, "and allow me to return the favor."

Soarynn is fast at getting naked. She easily unclips her bralette, bearing her chest to him. He admires her breasts for a moment, noting the rosy shade of her nipples and the perkiness of the breasts themselves. She's perfect. Coriolanus pinches one of her nipples between her fingers, watching as she gasps and arches her back.

"Sensitive, hmm? This'll be fun."

In under a minute, Coriolanus has Soarynn under him. She's already out of breath but they're just getting started. "How old are you?" He asks while peeling her panties down her legs. Soarynn lifts her hips to help him out. "Twenty-one."

He turns thirty in two months, but who's counting? Age is really just a number at the end of the day. "How many men have you slept with?"

"Eight."

Heaven help him.

"You won't ever sleep with ten," he tells her firmly, spreading her legs apart so he can feast on the sight of her cunt. Sure enough, it's perfect just like the rest of her. Wet, pink, and oh-so tight. Coriolanus almost starts to drool at the sight of it.

He gently pulls apart her folds, groaning when he truly sees how wet she's gotten from the teasing and the blowjob. "Your cunt is perfect."

"So I've been told."

He gently slaps her ass with his other hand, she can be a little bit of a brat and Coriolanus Snow doesn't like a smart ass.

Coriolanus doesn't waste another second diving into her wetness, tasting her for himself. She's as sweet as he imagined and sounds even sweeter with her high-pitched moans and whines. "Oh, oh, please," she whines, arching her back. Coriolanus keeps her pinned down to the sofa so he can enjoy her cunt. He pays special attention to her clit, sucking and pulling on it to drive her crazy.

He's had his fair share of women, but it's led him to be quite the confident lover in the bedroom.

"Fuck, oh fuck, right there, right there." He peers up to find Soarynn's face twisted in ecstasy. Her eyes are shut but her lips do all the talking, spouting absolute nonsense while overwhelmed with pleasure. Coriolanus slides a finger into her cunt and she's done for. Her cunt feels so tight, so perfect for him. Coriolanus starts pumping in and out of her cunt, keeping a steady pace while he continues to eat her out.

Her walls start to tighten and her entire body starts to shake. She's going to fall apart any minute now. "Come on," he says, pumping fasted, determined to see her come apart, "give it to me, darling."

Soarynn gives out a pitiful cry and the wire inside of her snaps. It's a sight to see, watching her orgasm wash over her and take control of her entire body. Her mouth falls open, her fingers twitch and her back arches off the sofa like a puppet on strings.

Coriolanus continues lapping at her cunt while she cums, wanting to give her an experience to remember. He only pulls away once she's fully finished and is panting. "That...that was good," she whispers, lying limply under him. Coriolanus smiles, admiring how she looks in her blissed-out state. They really could've done this on the bed now that he thinks about it.

With glossed-over eyes, Soarynn stares up at him, almost in an adoring way. "Most people don't care if I finish."

His eyes rove over her half-naked body, only covered by the corset that looks very painful and her stockings. "I'm not most people," he reminds her. Soarynn rolls her eyes and sits up on her elbows, bumping into his nose with her forehead. "I've gathered that. Are you going to fuck me, because that costs a lot more than eating me out?"

Coriolanus is painfully reminded of how this at the end of the day, is just a sexual transaction. She needs to get paid and he honestly needs to get the fuck out of here. As if he needs to be reminded, there's a loud knock at the door. "Coriolanus? We're leaving so hurry up in there."

Festus. Always there when you don't need him.

Soarynn sighs, carding a hand through her hair, "That answers my question. He only accepts cash by the way." Coriolanus narrows his eyes. Only accepting cash is like sounding the alarm for shady business. Which this is, but he's still not so sure about this Highbottom character.

"How is he? As a boss?"

The question catches Soarynn off guard but that's what he wants. "Fine." Not fine. Coriolanus easily slides two fingers into her cunt, curling them so deep inside of her and Soarynn's eyes damn near roll to the back of her head. "Let me ask again," he says huskily, leaning down to talk directly in her ear, "how does he treat you?"

His fingers begin to work their magic, going in and out of her cunt at a punishing pace. Soarynn cries out, maybe in pain, maybe in pleasure. Sometimes, it's hard to tell the difference. Her hand latches onto his wrist but he's not letting up.

"He, he...he's," she chokes out, her head lolling back from the overstimulation, "he's mean, and he, he, he takes cuts from our pay."

That fucking asshole.

Coriolanus might as well finish what he started. He quickens the pace of his fingers and presses his lips to hers to quiet her down. Soarynn responds eagerly to the kiss, rolling her hips to meet his thrusts. It doesn't take long since she's already got one orgasm under her belt for her to reach another one. Soarynn moans into the kiss allowing him to bite her bottom lip.

Coriolanus tastes blood when she cums.

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"How much do I owe you?"

Highbottom leans against the wall of his office, eyeing Coriolanus up and down as if he's not a paying customer. "For you, my friend, five hundred." Coriolanus thumbs through his wallet and lets out a low whistle. "Five hundred, huh? That's a steep price for some cunt, isn't it?" Soarynn blushes standing next to him, lovebites littered all over her neck from their last few minutes together.

"Well, we offer the best of the best here."

"I see. Here's the five hundred for you, and for you," he looks down at Soarynn, "a tip for your services." Coriolanus hands her two hundred dollars, easily the biggest tip she's gotten in her whole life and he's not talking about his cock. Soarynn's eyes widen along with Highbottoms but he looks much more greedier. "Oh," she says softly, brushing her hair out of her face, "oh, that's very nice of you."

"Yes, very nice. You know, we have some rules here," Highbottom interjects, "Soarynn knows the rules, don't you sweetheart?" Her excitement is gone in a second. "Half of our tips go to the house," she says, quieter than before and less excited. She's about to start counting the bills when Coriolanus stops her. "It's not a tip."

Now everyone's confused.

"Excuse me?"

Coriolanus flashes Highbottom a more genuine smile this time now that he's beaten him at his own game. "It's not a tip, it's just my way of thanking her. I always thank the women who service me."

"Is that a fact?"

"Mhm. Now, you go run along, I'm sure we'll see each other very soon, doll," Coriolanus tells Soarynn, giving her ass a pat. Soarynn does as she's told, walking down the hallway, only looking back at him once before she goes behind the curtain back into the main room.

"Did she say something when you two were alone? Because if she did, then I can deal with he-"

"She didn't say anything," he cuts Highbottom off this time. "In fact, I'd like to see her again this Friday."

There's a bit of a standoff between the men, both rich from different sources of income, both profiting off of young girls and their sexuality. "That can be arranged...for a price," Highbottom muses, flipping through his bills, "she's highly coveted as you can imagine."

Those words strike a nerve and Coriolanus clenches his jaw. Soarynn is a proper whore but he'd like to keep things a little more private between them, even if it's for a steep price. "I want her all to myself, even when I'm not here." Highbottom laughs, he fucking laughs at Coriolanus as if he didn't just try to swindle one of his workers in front of him.

"You mean she can't fuck anyone but you? Mr. Snow, please, I know that you know how ridiculous you sound right now. Soarynn has a job to do. Are you saying that you don't want her to get paid?"

"No, I just don't want her fucking anything that walks into this club. You'll both get paid, don't worry about that."

"I'm not worried."

"Then it shouldn't be a problem."

"Mr. Snow, I have some very powerful friends who have taken a liking to Soarynn. What am I to tell them when she's suddenly off limits to them?"

"Tell them she belongs to Coriolanus Snow."

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Coriolanus is beginning to realize that he's made a grave mistake, and it all started three weeks ago when he met a burlesque dancer named Soarynn who he couldn't get enough of.

At first, he was just looking out for himself. Sharing is not something he's familiar with, so he struck a deal with Casca Highbottom, the owner of the club she danced at. Soarynn could dance, she could wait on tables, she could flirt. But under no circumstances could she be fucked. That meant no kissing, fingering, or fucking.

Coriolanus thought Highbottom might have a stroke when he listed out all of his rules. But he wasn't about to risk Soarynn's tight little cunt or her pretty little head so he took the necessary precautions.

Plus, the last thing he needed was for her to get some nasty disease and then give it to him.

What started out as pure sex has evolved into something different, something...personal. Which is why he's climbing the rickety stairs of her apartment building right now to pick her up for dinner. He didn't dare call it a date in fear of her getting the wrong message. She's sweet, but she's nowhere near his league. Feelings be damned.

This apartment building of hers looks like a thousand health code violations sealed in cement but he's almost to the seventh floor. He's damn near gasping for air by the time he reaches the top of the stairs. The stairwell isn't air conditioned either and, of course, there's no elevator.

Coriolanus had hesitated to leave the safety of his car when it pulled up to the curb of the building. Soarynn lives in the outer circles of the Capitol whereas he lives in the City Centre, both the safest and richest place to live.

He opens the door that leads to the narrow, dimly lit hallway and begins looking for her apartment number. She had insisted on meeting him at the resturaunt and now he knows why.

Her door is the last one, naturally, but Coriolanus has already come this far. He knocks twice, listening to her run around in there before the door opens. Soarynn looks different when she's fully clothed.

Her hair is pulled back and her makeup isn't as intense. Like she lives two seperate lives. "You came," she says. Coriolanus takes a quick look down the hall he just trekked down, "It was quite the long journey, I must admit."

Soarynn smiles, a real, genuine smile. "Well, I'm almost ready. You can just wait out here in the hall." Coriolanus raises an eyebrow, it doesn't feel very safe out here in the hall. "Or I could come in, since you know, I've been paying your rent for the past month."

A blush crawls across her cheeks. Since she only sees him now at the club, Soarynn is fully dependent on Coriolanus to pay for her needs and that's just how he likes it. He tips her generously, more than enough to cover rent for this shabby little shack she calls a home.

"Alright," she mumbles, stepping aside. Coriolanus bravely enters her apartment, stunned at how...small it is. He figured with how much her rent costs, she'd live somehwere bigger. But everything is in one room, the bedroom, living room and kitchen all occupy the same space.

"It's a bit messy," she says, picking up some clothes off the floor, "I meant to clean it the other night but I got home so late..." Her voice gets tuned out as he looks around her space. Drawings are tacked to the walls, clothes and shoes are scattered across the floor, bills are stacked on her small table.

Soarynn is poor.

He eyes the dress she's wearing, small, short and tight. Not at all appropriate for where he's taking her tonight. "Is that what you're wearing?" Soarynn throws some of the clothes onto her small bed pushed into the corner, clearly flustered with the unexpected company. "Yes. Is that a problem?"

The dress ties in the back, but leaves little to the imagination. "I wasn't aware that you'd be wearing some like that," is all he says. Soarynn shrugs, obviously not too worried about her outfit for tonight. "It's one of my more modest pieces if I'm being honest."

That doesn't make him feel any better.

Coriolanus takes another look at the apartment, at the cracked walls, the leaking ceiling, the dirty window and the creaking floorboards. He figured with how much he paid her, she'd be living somehwere nicer. "You have a lot of unpaid bills," he notes. There are several overdue notices sitting on her table, stamped in bright red ink so she can't miss them.

"They're not due until the end of the month."

"Soarynn," he starts with a sigh but she's not having any of it. "It's fine, trust me, it's fine. I know what I'm doing and contrary to your own beliefs, I cna take care of myself."

"I beg to differ. Your apartment is falling apart, you have bills due, am I not paying you enough? Because if that's the case then I ca-"

"I'm fine," Soarynn insists, growing more and more frustrated. "You pay me more than enough, I promise."

Coriolanus just can't find it in him to believe her, not when this is where she lives. "Then why don't you move? Find a better place?"

"I happen to like where I live, thank you very much. And it's close to the club. I've never lived anywhere else but on the edge of the city." What a terrible way to live. "Surely, you could find something a bit bigger," he insists, already picturing his own penthouse as a perfect example.

Coriolanus resides on the Corso with the richest of Panem.

She's never been to his apartment but he's told her about it before, how grand it is, how it's been in his family for generations. Her apartment could fit into his apartment twenty times.

"You are paying your rent, right?" Some people will take and take and take just to spend your money on things they don't need. Like clothes or shoes but Soarynn clearly has plenty of both.

Soarynn huffs, putting her hands on her hips. He finds it very hard to take her seriously, not because of her job, but because of her short stature and bratty little attitude. "Yes, I am paying my rent. It's not really any of your business how I choose to spend my money, is it?"

Coriolanus takes two steps towards her, closing the distance between them quickly. He reaches out and grabs her jaw, not too harshly, but more than enough to get her attention. "Need I remind you that it's my money, darling? So it is my business, and I have no issue taking my money elsewhere, so tell me Soarynn, where is all of this money going?"

She struggles against his hold but it's pointless. Coriolanus is much stronger than her. He tries to imagine where she could be spending it. Perhaps she's been setting money aside to get away from all of this, but that would mean getting away from him and he can't have that.

"I...I help out some of the girls at the club, okay?"

Out of all the things she could've answered with, he wasn't exepcting for her to go with that. "The girls at the club?" He repeats, confused on what she means. All the girls make money at the club, whether they're dancers or waitresses.

"They don't get paid as much as I do, and they don't have someone like you paying them. Highbottom always takes a cut of their pay, so I've been helping some of them out here and there."

It seems that he's underestimated her. Coriolanus expected Soarynn to spend his money on bags and makeup but instead, she's been helping out her friends at work. Sweet, but stupid.

"Their problems are not your problems, Soarynn," he sternly reminds her. Soarynn bats his hand away, "I know. But you never said I couldn't help them, so I am. It's the least I could do, now, if you'll excuse me, I need to finish getting ready."

"You're not ready yet?"

Soarynn brushes past him, completely ignoring his question. They have reservations at eight.

"Where are we eating?"

Coriolanus checks his watch, they have about half an hour before they need to be there. "The Grand Oak," he answers, walking over to the dirty window, "it's in the City Centre."

"Never been," she calls from what must be the bathroom.

"To The Grand Oak?"

"No, to the City Centre."

His eyes widen at her causal comment. Never been to the City Centre?

"In all your years, you've never been to the City Centre?" It's certainly a walk from here since she doesnt have a car, but this is practically unheard of where he comes from. "My father said that if I couldn't afford to eat there, then I probably couldn't afford to walk around there, either. Besides, I have all I need right here."

Soarynn lives on the outskirts of the Capitol, right by the reservoir which sounds nice but it's really not. It's dirty where she lives, shady and known for it's high crime rates. No wonder the club she works at is a five minute walk from here. Coriolanus only goes there because it's guranteed that no one he knows will recognize him there.

"You're in a surprise then," he says, looking at one of the drawings she has tacked to the wall. It's more of a sketch the closer he looks at it. Like a fashion sketch for a dress. He never knew Soarynn could draw, or that she even liked to draw.

"Okay, I'm ready."

He turns around to find that she's thrown on some lipstick and pulled her hair back frm her face. She looks pretty, poor, but pretty. The shoes she's wearing are the same shoes she wears to the club. "You don't have any other shoes?" Soarynn gives him a knowing look. "No."

They'll have to go shopping one of these days, then.

"Fine. Let's go or we're going to be late."

Coriolanus is more than happy to get the hell out of here, especially when a drop of water falls onto his head from the ceiling. With one hand on her lower back, he guides them out of the apartment and down the hallway. "How was work?"

Soarynn always asks him how work was even though they both know she doesn't care. It's the thought that counts. "Fine."

Going down the stairs is much easier than going up and they're outside in no time. "Wow, you have your own car," she gasps, stopping at the curb. He looks down and takes her hand, pulling her along. "I have my own driver too." His driver doesn't bat an eye when a hardly dressed girl gets into the car with Coriolanus.

"The Grand Oak," he says to the driver, slamming the door shut.

Soarynn presses herself against him despite the spacious backseat, baring her smooth legs. "I missed you today." She's always been good at changing the subject, causing him to go from angry and stressed to happy and laughing within seconds. Coriolanus bites back a grin, knowing that she's used that line on plenty of men.

"Did you now?"

"Mhm," she looks out the tinted windows, "I only went to work for a few hours. Highbottom let me take the entire night off. I bet you had something to do with that."

Coriolanus wraps an arm around her, resting his hand on her hip. "I might have stopped by his office on my way out last week." Coriolanus wasn't an idiot, he knew that Highbottom was keeping a close eye on Soarynn now that Coriolanus was exclusively paying for her. So for her to take the night off, Coriolanus slipped the man a few more bills.

"How sweet," she purrs, placing a kiss on his cheek.

Coriolanus returns the gesture with a kiss on the lips, causing both of them to get a little carried away. The car ride goes by fast while he's busy sliding a hand under her dress, teasing her. "Are we going anywhere else tonight?" She asks between kisses, pulling at his necktie. Coriolanus briefly stopped by his apartment to freshen up after work, putting on some fresh cologne and fixing a few of his curls.

Soarynn seems to be set on ruining his hard work.

"I don't know," he teases, "is there somewhere else you need to be?"

"Only in your arms."

There she goes, saying things like that when they both know this won't go any further than heated sex and kisses. It's fun to pretend though, acting like they have nothing to lose.

꧁ ꧂

"And for the lady?"

Soarynn scans over the menu for the tenth time, still unsure on what she wants to eat. "She'll have the salmon," Coriolanus answers for her. Soarynn doesn't protest and simply hands the menu back to the waiter. "Thanks."

Once the waiter leaves, she leans over the table. "I've never seen a menu that big before," she whispers. Coriolanus hums, he's more than used to fine dining, but Soarynn isn't. Her eyes were as big as saucers when they walked inside, immediately drawing attention to her exposed skin and interesting looking shoes.

Coriolanus should've rented out a private room for tonight. Lots of people have bee glancing over at them but Soarynn has remained oblivious to their judgemental stares, simply in awe of the opulence he lives in so casually.

"More wine?" She shakes her head, watching as he finishes off his second glass. "No thanks, I had something to drink at the club." All Highbottom lets the girls drink is posca, the cheapest alcohol there is but Soarynn is a lightweight.

"Isn't that Festus?"

Coriolanus can hear him before he sees him. "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Coriolanus Snow and..."

"Soarynn," she finishes for him, flashing Festus a smile, "nice to see you somewhere else."

Coriolanus takes in Festus and more importantly, the woman standing next to him. Persephone Price, a woman he's been after for years now. They just started seeing each other but Persephone has no clue that Festus frequents nightclubs to play cards and get lap dances.

"Where else do you see each other?" Persephone asks, nervously looking between all three of them. Coriolanus clears his throat, "Soarynn is a...she's an old maid of mine. She works somewhere else now but Festus always treated her like a barmaid whenever he came over." Festus lets out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck while Soarynn shoots Coriolanus a murderous glare which he wisely ignores.

"Oh, well, it's nice to meet you," Persephone says. Soarynn offers a polite smile but she doesn't mean it. "You too." Festus is quick to steer Persephone away from them. "We should be going. I'll see you at work, Coriolanus."

"Sure, Festus."

The moment they're out of earshot, Soarynn gives him an earfull of calling her a maid. "Are you serious?" She seethes, shooting daggers at him, "A maid?"

"Would you rather me have told her the truth? That I pay you to fuck you because we can call them back over here," he offers, not appreciating her tone. "You're a dancer, darling, and Persephone doesn't need to know about Festus and his whereabouts."

"Why not?"

How can he put this nicely?

"The club you work at has a certain...reputation," he explains slowly and quietly so no one overhears them, "and men like us can't be seen visiting such places. Especially not by women we're courting."

Soarynn sits up straight in her chair. "Are you seeing other women?"

Coriolanus blinks once, twice. How did he get here?

"No, no, I'm not seeing other women because frankly, I don't have time to see other women," he grits out, "you are more than enough for my plate."

"Your plate? So what am I? A meal?"

"I always tip after I eat you out, don't I?"

If looks could kill, he'd be dead right now.

"I'm going home," she announces, standing up so fast that she almost knocks her chair over. Coriolanus pinches the bridge of his nose, a headache is already forming, he can feel it coming. "Soarynn, sit down right now, you're making a scene."

"You are making me feel like some cheap whore. Have a nice night," she snaps, walking away before he can say anything else. Coriolanus watches her go and counts to ten before flagging down the waiter. He makes up some bullshit lie about a family emergency and makes sure to tip a little extra, no one needs to hear about some young woman walking out on Coriolanus Snow at dinner.

Soarynn doesn't get far before his car pulls up on her walking down the street, absolutely fuming. "Soarynn," he calls out the window, "Soarynn, come back, stop walking away from me."

"Stop writing me off as some girl you just sleep with!"

Coriolanus winces at her loud tone. Must she be so loud?

They're about two blocks away from the Corso, so maybe he can fix this. "Darling," he tries, softer this time, kinder. "Darling, come here, please. Let me take you home and make it up to you." Soarynn comes to a stop, wrapping her arms around herself. She looks so out of place here in the City Centre. Still, she's his for now. His responsibility, at least.

"I'm tired," she says, taking a step towards the black sleek car, "I think it'd be best if I just went home." Coriolanus shakes his head, not ready to let this night go. "Come home with me tonight," he insists, reaching out a hand, "you still need to have dinner."

Soarynn contemplates his offer. It's a good offer, a great offer.

She has two choices: go home to her rundown apartment, or go home with him.

Her decison is made rather quickly, but it always is when you have nothing to lose.

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"You looked so cute!" Soarynn giggles, evading his strong hands when he tries to pull her back into bed. They just spent the past four hours fucking and now, Soarynn is going through his personal photos. Framed photographs can be found throughout his penthouse, left behind by his mother who passed away decades ago. He's never seen a reason to put them away, not when most of them are of his family.

The last he has of them.

"Come back to bed," he sighs, lazily reaching out for her. Soarynn is wearing the shirt he wore to dinner, it's quite big on her but she makes it work. Her hair is tangled and her makeup is smudged. She looks beautiful, even he can admit that.

"Why don't you have any pets? Even in your baby photos, there's no pets." Coriolanus chuckles, shaking his head at the very notion of brining an animal into his home.

Soarynn is already more than enough.

"Pets are a lot of work," he explains tiredly, rubbing a hand over his face. They still need to shower and he desperately needs to shave his face. Coriolanus prefers a clean shaven face at the moment so he needs to stay on top of it.

"I've always wanted a kitten," she says, climbing back in bed with him. Coriolanus closes his eyes, imagining having to take care of such a demanding animal. "Then why haven't you gotten one?" Soarynn could definitely afford one with the money he pays her whenever he visits the club.

"Oh, I don't know. It just wouldn't be fair to raise a kitten in such a small apartment and besides, money comes and goes," she says the last part quietly, causing him to open his eyes. That's his money she's talking about and his money isn't going anywhere.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She cards a hand through her hair. "I mean, how long are we gonna do this? One day you'll get bored or find some other woman, someone like the lady we saw with Festus and then I'll just be the girl you used to pay for sex."

Unfortunately, she's right. Coriolanus could never marry Soarynn, it's sweet idea, but incredibly unattainable. She comes from lower class, she's a proper whore. His reputation would never recover if they were to get married.

"Let's not think about the future," he wisely advises, "just enjoy the present." Soarynn frowns but doesn't argue, simpy cuddles up to him instead. Coriolanus isn't really one for being all soft after sex, but he supposes that he can make the rare exception for Soarynn.

She is right, after all. One day, he'll never see her again. He can't afford to reputation wise, and she could never keep up with him when it comes to finances.

As he drifts to sleep, he realizes that maybe that was a lie he told himself when this all started.

They both have something to lose.

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[elene78-blog]

Kevin's Duology

Many people are excited about Kevin's duology, about all his fans. From what I've seen in Kevin's fics, the fandom that loves him has built a Kevin that, as a rule (and this is my opinion), is quite far from the real one, with many qualities in terms of friends, kindness and things like that...

Well, I think Nora is going to prove that she's not.

What do I expect to see in duology?

A tough Kevin, sometimes brushing against cruelty, sometimes ruthless, manipulative, and sometimes feeling the world coming upon him.

A Kevin who was initially a frightened child and gradually becomes a cold, hard machine.

A Kevin who focuses on the exy so as not to deal with what surrounds him, with walls around the sport that protect him, but at the same time prevent him from connecting with others. Only those who get to his part of the wall (the best) can get to Kevin. This makes it a ruthless block of ice with those who don't give it their all.

Do I think we'll see kindness? Not much. I think it will be pretty little because Kevin is NOT kind.

Do I think we'll see a Kevin worse than the one we already know? Yes, but we won't hate him for it, because we'll really start to understand it, or at least part of it.

Nora is not going to show Kevin that fandom has idealized for years, because that's not his Kevin. It's going to show us someone broken and surely, sometimes, very unpleasant.

It's going to show us a hateful character.

And you know what?

Those of us who are not fans of Kevin are going to love him for that complexity. And those who have been fans will always have many more pieces of the puzzle that will make their image of him more complex and realistic. They'll want it the same way, but they'll see it less idealized.

I think it will be an incredible character study, a not idealized character at all, a very, very dark character with some shades of white and gray. It may be the most complex Nora writes about.

I think we will also see some coldness in Jean in The Perfect Court, not so much the shattered Jean we know (we've already had a lot of that), but the Jean who began to turn all the events he suffered into. I wouldn't be surprised if we saw Jean beating some rookie or some Raven brutally, or playing with the intention of injuring someone.

Nora will show us something about Jean with what we say, wow, how much he's changed in his trilogy. Good thing he got it.

In short, we will see the cruelty of The Nest, but not only towards our protagonists, but also our protagonists towards others. We'll see what they start to become and what they would have been like if they hadn't left.

I think the only thing that won't get any worse is Thea. I'm sure Thea will be the least fucked up of the three, and we'll see a very different nuance in her than we think.

Am I honest? I think Nora will turn everything around and make Kevin much worse than Thea in The Perfect Court. This is a bit of his "modus operandi," actually. We start by believing that Andrew is evil and a wretch to realize that Neil is the worst of the two. We think Jean is the one who is the most fucked up to realize at TGR that Jeremy is the one who is the one who is mentally worse off as Jean begins to recover.

I think Nora will do the same with Kevthea. We'll start thinking Thea is the worst and then we'll see that Thea calms Kevin down or keeps him afloat in some ways.

Nora will make it very attractive. Thea mitigating Kevin's cruelty/rage with serenity.

I'm sure that when The Queen's Game is over, we'll believe Thea is the better of the two, and a suitable person for what Kevin is (an unidealized Kevin).

I'm looking forward to seeing Nora destroy our perceptions and rebuild them.

[eleni-cherie]

a thief's origin✨ || bts • kth - bonus epilogue

"you're afraid I won't wait."

"I'm afraid you will."

a criminal and a doctor should be as different as the sun and the moon - but unexpected things happened every day. like him finding his safe haven in her.

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— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to friends to lovers s2f2l

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

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The car came to a halt in front of the building with the fainting yellow paint. It'd only been a few hours since Taehyung had asked Cassandra for help and by now it was late evening. The sun had set on the drive back there, its lingering glow still leaving dark orange specks contrasting the emerging deep blue of the night. Soon the sky would be stitched with stars.

He turned the ignition off by habit, because despite Arabella having persisted for him to stay with Cassandra and not return to their hide-out for the rest of the night, he wasn't certain he'd actually follow on that. His heart obviously yearned for her presence, but considering Jimin's injury and that he expected his ex-fiancée to cuss him out any minute now -  and being surprised she hadn't already - he wasn't sure it'd be a good idea to stay.

Besides, he could tell she was still hurt. Even with all the time apart, he still knew Cassandra like the back of his hand. Taehyung never considered his insight into human nature as good as Jimin's, but when it came to her it was easy. She wore her heart on her sleeve, even if she was good in faking a smile if she wanted to. He'd always see through that by having seen her real one, her genuine smile, countless of times. The smile she used to give only him. 

After breaking up with someone, you were left with all this knowledge about the other and most people would choose to get rid of it, cleanse it out, deem it as useless. But he'd never be able to. He still remembered all of her small quirks and habits. How she mumbled to herself when confused, how she noted everything down as there was always so much on her mind, how she looked when bursting out of joy, the gleaming frown when being upset.. and how she looked when she didn't know how to act in front of someone. He could witness it right in that moment. Her avoiding eyes and her unusual reserved demeanor said it all. 

The silence between them was heavy with unspoken words, turning the atmosphere thicker than it already was from the heat of the ending day. And he hated it. Yet, he couldn't help but find some kind of solace by sitting there in the car beside her gain after so much time. And for a moment it felt like in the old days. It was more than he could've asked for. 

"So.. that was Arabella I assume?" 

Taehyung was surprised Cassandra was the first one to muster up the courage and speak. Then again he always felt that she had more guts than him. She was the braver one out of them, always had been.

"Uh yeah, that was her."

She hummed, a small smile ghosting over her lips, crimson from her chewing on them during the ride. "She's pretty. I can see why Jimin would be so whipped for her."

He couldn't help but huff, choosing not to comment on that. In the past he'd complained to Cassandra enough times about his friend constantly making a fool of himself for a woman who kept betraying them. However, after the events of the past day, he wasn't so certain in his negative opinion of Arabella anymore. His view on her strange and unusual relationship with Jimin having changed.

"Perhaps she isn't as bad as I thought she was.." he admitted with an annoyed undertone that Cassandra easily recognised. And it comforted her heart, the way she still picked up and remembered all these small details about him like the various tones of his dark honey voice depending on his mood, like the way his nostrils flared when thinking of something upsetting, the way he bit his tongue and grinned when doing something mischievous or how he licked his lips and pursed them when concentrating.

"Mh, I can't say much as I only met her briefly but.." Cassandra mused for a moment. "The look in her eyes, it was genuine," she simply said then with a firm nod, "She was scared. She cares for him. I could tell."

Of course she'd recognise it, she'd already seen this look in the eyes of family members and partners when having to talk with them over a hard diagnosis. And Taehyung knew what she meant, he'd seen it as well after all. That's why he didn't even try to object like he'd have normally done in the past. Instead he only hummed, daring to take a brief glance at her before resting his eyes on the steering wheel in front of him.

She hadn't changed at all. She still looked and sounded like the Cassandra he knew, the Cassandra he loved. Still did. Perhaps it'd have been easier if she had changed. If she was a completely different person. If she despised him, ignored him, acted coldly towards him. But she didn't even if having all the right to.

"It's -  it was nice seeing you again, despite the circumstances," he eventually said, a small smile tugging on his lips. He was proud of himself for mustering up the courage letting her know. He was done acting as if their unexpected meeting left him unbothered. Internally he was a wreck. All he wanted was to touch her and it took everything in him not to.

Cassandra's eyes widened and she glanced at him. His side-profile, his appearance, his presence. She hated how much it still influenced and messed up with her cardiac rate even after all this time apart. It sounded exaggerated but when seeing him at her doorstep earlier and even just looking at him now, it simply rejoiced her heart. Lifting a weight that she'd been used to pressing it down for the past year and a half.

She shuddered. 

She hated corny lines like this, but Taehyung had always managed coaxing the most sentimental and poetic thoughts and emotions out of her. And to her dismay, this hadn't changed. But she didn't want to fight it or deny it, seeing him again and sensing him so close to her, brought back all the burried feelings, undying despite the time and distractions.

She sighed then. Her brown irises falling to her fingers fiddling with the handles of the medical kit. "It was nice seeing you, too," she responded quietly before adding with a small giggle to lighten the mood, "Even if you look a bit different." 

Understanding her intention he played along, scratching shyly the back of his neck. "Ah yeah. Started working out a bit more." 

She hummed, nodding. Yeah, she had noticed. Except the shorter than usual hair, his physique had slightly changed. His fuller face where a bloody graze and smaler cuts decorated his smooth skin and the stronger upper arms peaking from the partially torn sleeves. Making her wonder what kind of adventure he and his friends had got themselves into again. "I already liked the way you looked." The mumble was directed to herself but he couldn't help and hear it as well. Biting back a chuckle. 

"I needed the distraction though." 

She almost didn't dare to ask further, but her ego pressed. "Distraction from what?" 

"You of course." 

He said it so matter-of-factly, so casually, so unapologetically. It made her swallow, suppressing the tripping of her heart. 

"And did it work?"

Truth was, he'd never planned to reveal that after their seperation he naturally tried filling the heart-shaped hole in his chest with distractions, any kind of distractions. Including working out for hours until being too exhausted to think about her.

Taehyung faced her with a lopsided smile that was more sad than anything else. "Sometimes, but usually no."

And the physician understood only too well. After all, she'd done the same by moving across the Atlantic ocean and focusing on work to the point of not having any personal life whatsoever. And it was comforting knowing she wasn't the only one needing all kinds of coping mechanisms to get over the other. 

And it led to her next question, even though she was certain of knowing the answer already. But she had to ask. It was the most obvious question of all and curious or not, anyone would. It was the elephant in the room.

"How did you know I was here in Havana?"

Taehyung had expected, anticipated even, this question to come up sooner or later. He was only surprised it took her so long, had expected it from the beginning. But when picking her up earlier, their only thought had been to get to their injured friend as fast as possible. The distress and fear hadn't allowed for any other thought.

"I just knew." She gave him a wry look. "Tae.."  He sighed in defeat, there was no point in lying. She was too smart. "Did you expect I'd just leave you unprotected? Of course I kept an eye on you, Cas. I had to make sure what happened back then.. that it wouldn't repeat itself." Her eyes closed and she swallowed. "So I'm still the chink in your armour." A gentle smile tugged onto his lips. "You'll always be my weakness, Cas, nothing will change that. I only tried lowering the danger for you."

Anew silence settled between them. No matter how much they tried dancing around it, it was obvious how their feelings for each other hadn't changed. Neither one could hide it.

"I -"  "I miss you." She took a deep breath and before her courage left her again, continued with that adorable furrow of her brows, "I miss you so much." 

He paused, processing her unexpected confession. "You do?"

She faked offense with a huff when seeing his bewildered look. "Of course! I even kept all the postcards you've sent me." Her expression soften again as she smiled to herself and looked away. "I kept everything you ever gave to me, you know.. It's in a box under my bed. I can't bring myself to look at it but I also can't bring myself to get rid of it. After all, everything inside there.. it's all you."

He hadn't expected for her to be this frank. 

Arabella was right, they needed to talk. They had to talk. He didn't know if Cassandra would want to but he'd have to try. Despite his doubts earlier, hearing that she hadn't tossed away all the memories of him but instead had kept them all this time, did things to his mind and soul.

He was still madly in love with Cassandra. He'd already admitted that to himself the moment she'd opened the door that afternoon.

"I miss you, too, Cas," he sighed, "There's not a day I don't."

Her heart skipped.

"Really?" Her voice unintentionally came out as an insecure whisper, as if she couldn't allow herself to believe his words with no hesitation, fearing of getting ahead of herself. Fearing of getting her heart broken once again by the same man. But when her eyes hesitately wandered to him and caught sight of that charming smile of his she'd yearned for so dearly, she knew he meant it. Like he always did. And even if not, if she got her heart broken, she didn't want it to be by anyone else but that gunman.

"Of course!" It was his turn to scoff in mock-offense. "You've got no idea how hard it is to get over someone like you, Cassandra. How often I had to catch myself, to keep myself away from reaching out to you." His expression fell. "Life's been pretty boring and dull without you in it.." He paused, searching for her gaze and holding it intently. As to ensure the feeling his words tried to convey indeed reached her. It was funny in a way. In the past he could've never imagined speaking out his thoughts and feelings so openly, but she'd taught him the necessity of it.".. and no amount of treasures, art and fancy places could change that."

Cassandra's fingers curled around the handles of the bag. Her jaw pressed together. A poor attempt to prevent the lurking feelings to escape her lips. She didn't want to delude herself, she knew despite him confessing of still having feelings for her, too, that he was also just as stubborn as her. He wouldn't change his mind. If he entered her life again, he'd bring danger along with it and he'd never want that. And this time, she would accept it.

He heard her suddenly rummage in her medical kit, not thinking much. Until a light sting bolted through his temple and he tensed. Maybe it was out of her work routine, maybe out of habit of treating him so often in the past, but she had pressed a pledge with ointment onto the graze on his cheek. Their eyes met and for a moment they remained still. 

She was so close, if he bent just a little bit, he could've felt her breath on his lips. The heat of her skin on his face. He swallowed, his eyes glued to her. Taking in her every feature to redraw the image engraved in his memory.

"Put a bandaid on to speed up the healing," she whispered then.

Right, a bandaid did that. The only bandaid helping him all this time was knowing her safe. 

Cassandra was about to draw back, but in a weak moment of getting lost in his dark eyes, she leaned in instead. Placing a tender kiss on his cheek, besides the graze. And she smiled softly when seeing his stunned face, although the smile didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Goodbye, cool guy."

And without waiting for his response, she opened the car door and darted out into the dark streets. Running as fast as her feet allowed her to the entrance door, before the tears which had welled up in her eyes and threatened to roll down, escaped for good. Thankfully one of the neighbors had left the entrance door open

No, she couldn't cry in front of him. Not now, not anymore. Seeing him again had torn open the still not healed wounds. Like a CPRS - a chronic pain and circulation disruption, hindering them from closing up. Her skin was tiggling.

However, being so close to him without being able to be with him, was unbearable. Suffocating.

Her jaw clenched as she fumbled with the keys to her apartment door. Not yet, just a second longer, she told herself while feeling the first tear rolling down. Eventually, the door shut behind her with a loud thud and she couldn't care less in that moment.

She was burning, she was freezing, she wanted to scream. Pressing her back against the wood behind her, she slowly slid down. Bringing her knees to her chest and hugging them tightly as she buried her face in them. The tears wouldn't stop, it was like a dam had broken.

All she'd ever wanted was for him to stand in front of her door again. And today he had. She was unbelievable happy to see and be so close to him again, but at the same time she was devasted. How was she supposed to get over him like this? Part of her wished she'd never seen him again for the rest of her life, but the other part, the part that enjoyed the suffering, the lavishing, was glad he'd returned even if it was only for one evening.

Poor Jimin had to get shot for this to finally happen, she thought with a bitter smile when reminding herself of the unfortunate circumstances.

"Hey, Jimin, look at me!" she demanded while tapping the cheek of the injured thief in front of her. "You have to stay conscious otherwise I can't treat you properly." Chuckling under his breath, Jimin's eyes blinked open. They looked tired. "Trying my best, Doc." "Just talk to me," she smiled as she continued cleaning the wounds. It calmed her that there wasn't any excessive blood extravaseting, indicating no big arteries had taken damage. The wounds were also penetrating and rather superficial and external, lowering the risk of having hit any organs. "How does it look, bad?" She shook her head. "No, not at  all. You were lucky. But I can't completely rule out any internal bleedings." Dragging a sigh, she opened another pack of sterile compresses. "They really should've driven you to ER.." A weak smirk grazed his lips. His eyes briefly closing before opening again. "You know they couldn't.." She huffed upset, pressing the compress on the freshly desinfected wound, covering the hydrocolloid patch. "This is ridiculous. You got two gunshot wounds after all! What even happened?"

He observed her silently and how a crease formed between her brows while focusing on treating his wounds. Last time he'd seen her was that day in Bangkok, when Taehyung had broken up with her. He remembered him and Yoongi trying everything to cheer their friend up. But he had only asked to be left alone which they'd respected. 

However, he now realised none of them ever made the effort to check on Cassandra. And considering she was there in Havana now instead of Barcelona, she most likely hadn't been coping too well either. 

"He still loves you, you know. Still.. moons over you.." 

His random statement took her off-guard and she stilled in her movements. A lump formed in her throat, which she swallowed down before resuming the treatment. "Don't- don't change subjects.." she mumbled. "You told me to talk though," he grinned tiredly and she laughed under her breath at how he turned her words against her. She had tried keeping a conversation up with him to prevent him from fainting, but she hadn't expected for him to bring up her ex-fiancé instead who was next door. 

As she fixated the compresses by winding gauze around them, she peeked at his half-lidded eyes. Making sure he was still conscious. "I'm sure he's over me by now. He only needed my help now, that's wh-" "Nonsense." The thief couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. "How do you think he even knew you were here? He's miserable." Cassandra gulped, not wanting for his words to affect her as much as they did. But even in his condition Jimin knew his insight didn't betray him and he grinned self-assured. "Just talk. You.. you guys need to talk."

Jimin's words from earlier still echoed in her mind when a sudden knock interrupted the memory. Her tears abruptly stopped and she stilled, holding her breath to ensure she hadn't imagined the sound.

Another knock. This time firmer.

"Cas, please open the door."

Taehyung.

He wasn't thinking when following her out. He only listened to his gut feeling, every fibre of his body telling him to run after her. Telling him not to let her slip away from his fingers. Not again. Not like this.

When her lips had met his skin, any little self-control that had remained till then, completely vanished. And now he was standing in front of her door once again. Hearing her muffled crying through the poorly soundproven wood. And his heart ached even more.

Pressing his forehead against the painted wood, he closed his eyes and swallowed. His hand laying flat on the surface. 

He needed to see her. To hold her. And if he needed to use his skills and pick the lock, he'd do that. He didn't care, he couldn't bare the thought of that door separating them and him being the reason she cried there all alone.

His fist raised to attempt another knock when the door slowly gave in underneath his forehead. Cassandra's big doe eyes greeted him from the other side, shining from all the moisture, Cheeks flushed and tear-strained. She didn't bother trying to hide it, it'd have been pointless anyway.

Seconds passed with none of them saying a word, only holding each other's gaze. Chests raising and falling in the loud silence as their breaths picked up. Without a warning, Taehyung stepped in then, caging her puffy cheeks between his calloused palms. His lips capturing her salty tasting ones, molding and moving against them. 

The unexpeched force caused Cassandra to stumble backwards until she was pressed against the wall. Her fingers finding their way to his neck as her body instinctively reacted to his every move, his every touch. Kissing him back with just as much need to the point she forgot to breath. How often she'd dreamt of feeling him on her skin again.. it almost felt like a delusion to hold him like this.

She pulled back eventually, forced to catch her breath and looked up at the streaks of raven hair falling into his dark eyes. Catching him already staring at her swollen lips.

He swallowed then, his gaze wandering up to her chocolate irises. And he inhaled deeply when feeling an odd yet familiar serenity spreading inside him. It was the kind of peace only Cassandra could bring him and no one else.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered as he drew closer. His lips only a breath away when his eyes flickered between hers.

He needed her to ask him to stop, needed her to expel him because otherwise he wouldn't quit. He couldn't. Any self-control having left him now that he was holding her again, he didn't want to ever let go. One of his hands untangled itself from her hair then and he ever so gently brushed away a coppery curl that got stuck on her wet cheek. Wiping away the remaining tears that hadn't dried off yet as he waited for her to answer.

But she didn't. She couldn't. And frankly, she didn't want to.

She only stared into his beautiful almond eyes, the glint of a dare in her stare when she pulled him in by his neck. Closing the narrow gap, she sensed him grin against her lips which only made her deepen the kiss. Trying to make up for all the missed kisses and lost touches in the past eighteen months.

And as he held her securely in his arms, with his body against hers, both knew there was no point of return anymore.

They belonged together.

THE END

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hope you enjoyed this lil random bonus chapter! i couldn't help but imagine how their conversation would've looked like after leaving the gang in the main story hehe

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[cactussxd]

Severus was already canonically bisexual before this reboot was announced, what are you talking about?

"that one character that..." ??????

I think that if there is any character that would stop to keep as a white heterosexual man in that case is James (it's my personal opinion anyway, but there are valid reasons behind that that I won't mention in depth because I just woke up and seriously, what the fuck?).

If you think that making Snape bisexual is ruining his character then I recommend you hypothetically go outside and touch some hypothetical grass, and, if you get around to it also read the books a bit again too, because if you really REALLY think Snape hated harry for petty reasons it's because you either read a different book or you just didn't care or I don't know, you didn't read in the first place (I doubt it, I don't know, I don't know you).

(Harry and the stupid classes with Snape arc was for, you know Voldemort, and also for Harry to rediscover the people he thought he knew from a different point of view. Harry feels bad, he felt disgusted, he felt ashamed; he doesn't correlate the things he saw with what he'd been told about his father, soooo)

Also yes, Lily, But one thing I've never figured out is where this distortion of the meaning of love came from as far as Snape is concerned in this fandom. Like, you know there is such a thing as non-romantic love, right. It's important to me that you know that, because Harry Potter is a saga that is set precisely on the basis of that kind of love (the love of family, of friends, that's why Voldemort is defeated in the first place, he just conceives of love as a distorted version of desire; so he doesn't give it any importance)

And uh, you mentioned that if anything he would be bi, and since I'm not really up on the news of the series, could you tell me what it's specifically about? If it's no bother of course. I'm just curious, it's not like if making Snape Queer will change anything.

You left me speechless here? JSOSOSOS the fact that you think mereodaderoes will look bigoted (as if they weren't already) tells me a lot about how much you care about violence towards a specific individual as long as that individual is not a minority, but really, how would it make Lily homophobic to make Snape Queer? Explain to me, my brain can't handle that much nonsense.

Ahhh Ok, I get it, so to you that she married her best friend's abuser doesn't matter if not until he's black and queer? I understand (I don't)

Honestly this gives me a good laugh, thanks for making my morning LALALSOSOSLS

soo snape in the new reboot is queer now too!

if we really need to increase diversity how about, now hear me out here, make james and harry desi like we already established in the fandom!

make seamus and dean date,

give us deamus! give us wolfstar!

show us that dumbledore is gay!

the ONE character that it’s actaully important to keep him as a white straight man should be kept as that.

you are completely ruining snapes character, he is supposed to be PETTY and not have huge reasons behind bullying harry,

and also, his entire character is about being inlove with LILY. so is he bi, in which case

not only are you making the marauders all racist homophobic picks but now lily too!

because she chose the racist homophobe ratheor then the poor queer black kid who she abandoned.

[derww]

– planet, – he says to parrot at day 1 and takes too long to realize. he corrects himself. he gets it wrong again less than five minutes after. parrot doesn't even look upset or annoyed, just amused, and asks if he forgot which season it is. bacon scolds him.

the worst part of it all is that planet doesn't even look any different. his smile is still soft, his hair is a big mess, and his eyes stay warm, looking at him almost lovingly. and then they kill him, and the blade is sharp and his blood is cold. in the end, there's nothing bacon can do, and planet looks him in the eyes to the very end, so familiar yet different. bacon doesn't care, yet he still feels stupid and dumb. he fights back but still dies like an idiot.

they're not teammates; even more, bacon hates him. for some reason, it never helps. 3 heart trio was, in its core, a fairytale about a true team, staying together till the very end. they lost – or they won – and they gave each other their warm goodbyes, knowing they won't be together next season, but still deeply appreciating everything that happened in this.

planet's embrace was barely perceptible, too light, only a hint of pressure and texture, still too weak from just being banned – and unbanned. planet tells that he was happy to be their teammate. that it made them very, very happy. he is, at that point in time, his planet. the one whom he wanted, he needed to keep safe (and failed). they break up on a warm note, fulfilled and glad.

next time bacon sees planet, they fight.

ok, alright, he lied; he cares even if really would prefer not to. he's an awful liar. of course he does. it's planetlord. are we dumb. but he is very, very annoyed. this planet wears a face of his dear friend even if they are not friends anymore, and he's walking hand in hand with spoke now and their sword always meets a goal. he has to die for it, bacon desides. and then fails.

they barely talk. when they do, it leads nowhere. planet seems usually sweet, but bacon can't trust even a word. planet pursues an idea of the obsolete power, pushing away everyone else, and bacon is the first to be slashed in half. he expects to feel betrayed, but he just gets more and more angry.

lala legion is elusive; their goals are never fully clear, they play on several fields while staying true to each other, but planet is still always here. they slip into any narrative, regardless of how relevant or irrelevant they are in it, and sometimes he takes their side, but it never helps nor changes anything.

that's what is true: planet is an enemy of the abyss. he stands in their way on each turn, doing everything to make them fail, but they push through him, and one day he'll have nowhere more to run. its not bacon succeeding, but his teammates – mapicc and zam put planet down, blowing up a minecart in their face, and planet, strong and confident planet, he still pops like a grape. he comes back like nothing happened, with a new gearset and the same confidence, again and again.

bacon feels like hes chasing a ghost of someone long dead. is there even any personality left if you sell yourself to the thirst for blood? he talks to abyss, and her fingers ruffle his hair, leaving his heart cold. if everything is a cycle, then planet will be back too, she reminds.

but planet slips away from him once again – throwing out his arms, he allows himself to fall into the very depths of the abyss, to where there is no return, and at this moment, staring into the void of a wound that absorbs even light, bacon feels powerless.

[deadbydangit]

Hi uhm, I hope this ask is okay but could I get some soft fluff with Pyramid Head? Like maybe involving handholding and hugs and just Pyramid Head comforting y/n who had an awful day and has gone nonverbal because of it? If you need more info I can give u some, thank you in advance 🙏

Ohh, that's cute. I'm going to modify it a little bit so I have more to write and add a few more characters. I hope this is okay with you and you enjoy.

Comforting the Reader After a Bad Day

Pyramid Head, Dwight, Houndmaster

Pyramid Head

You looked rough.

He's not a master at sensing emotions, but he knows when someone's not doing well.

He can't tell you that you're looking rough.

Cause, you know, he has no mouth.

So his way of checking if you're okay goes as follows.

One: A tap on the shoulder.

Then he kind of cruises his head to the side.

It's something you have to look for, but it certainly there.

It's like this quizzical look.

Even without eyes or a mouth, he somehow conveys these feelings.

You just know.

Two: After a moment of silence he'll just kind of bring you in for this hug.

He won't expect anything in return, he's just holding you.

And, since he's more than likely taller than you, he'll put his other hand on your head.

Pyramid Head will be petting your head.

Not in a condescending way.

It's more of a, 'Let the problems of the world fade away for just a moment and let me comfort you'.

'If I can do nothing else, just let me be here for you.'

While he can't give you any advice, he'll certainly listen to you if you want to talk about it.

If not, no problem.

He's a master at making long silences comfortable and relaxing.

Never awkward.

Sometimes, if it's really bad, he'll take you to his favorite spot.

A random field in the middle of the realm.

Nothing but grass for miles.

Nothing but the peaceful sway of the wind against the blades of grass.

A quiet little paradise in the realm.

He really wishes he could do more.

With his anatomy being the way it is, he's very limited.

But it's his comforting hold, his love and gaze, his attention to you that really makes the biggest difference.

Dwight Fairfield

Bad day?

He knows.

How?

He's worn that look before.

Dwight is the master of bad days.

This poor man has the most insanely bad luck in every aspect of life.

So, yeah, he's been there and done that.

And, somehow, he's come out the other end of it.

Is he a better person because of it?

Maybe.

But he is a stronger person.

A more emotionally available person.

You'd think this nervous angel would be a stuttering mess when trying to comfort you.

But it's actually the complete opposite.

He's extremely confident in his skills when it comes to helping people who are at their worst.

Because he's been at those worsts.

Dwight had to go through all those bad days by himself. He's not going to let that happen to you.

If you don't want to talk about it, he's never going to force you.

But if you do, he's all ears.

He's a great listener, never butts in when there's silence, and always does his best to support you.

If you decide not to talk about it, Dwight won't hold it against you.

"Do you want a hug?"

He will be whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you cuddle.

And he always respects your boundaries.

If you don't want to cuddle, no big deal. He'll just sit by.

But, come on, you want the hug.

"You know, you're pretty amazing."

"I must be the luckiest guy in the world. To have someone as incredible as you sitting by my side? It's hard to believe."

"I know whatever you're going through must be tough. But I also know you're going to make it through it."

"You may get bruised and beat up along the way, but I'll be here to patch you up afterwards."

"I love you."

Houndmaster

Portia is not good with sappy emotions.

The only emotion in her mind, usually, is anger and revenge.

And unless you count sadistic happiness as an emotion, there's very little else.

When it comes to you, it's not much different.

One thing Portia is, is observant.

So when you come back without your usual spirit, your usual gusto.

She knows something is up.

You didn't even say hi to her!

At first, she might be a little put off.

Her first instinct is usually to be angry.

Angry at those who screwed her over, at those who killed her father, at those who were responsible for her torment, at the world.

But being angry at you?

That's something else entirely.

Snug, on the other hand, is much better at understanding emotions.

Dogs usually are.

So she'll send her trusted companion to comfort you first.

It's kind of hard to be upset when 100 lb of dog is kissing your face over and over.

After a few minutes Portia herself will arrive.

She'll sit down next to you, but she's not going to say anything.

She knows that anything she'll say is probably going to make things worse.

She might mumble something, maybe even try and crack a joke.

But, otherwise, she's completely silent.

You can talk about your problem, and she'll listen.

But she's not going to say anything about it.

Unless you're plotting to get revenge against somebody for something, she isn't going to be much help and she knows that.

Instead, she'll pull your head onto her shoulder and gently pat your head.

Almost like she's petting a dog.

"World is shit. It's better if we face it together."

Is it perfect?

No.

But is she trying her best despite her circumstances?

Despite the fact that she only knows how to be evil and ruthless?

Despite the fact that, for years, she hadn't known a shred of kindness?

Yes.

And she wouldn't do it for anyone but you.

[spirestar]

The only man. Snake's right about that, that's what Adam wants to be--The only man who's brave enough to push Big Boss too far, the only man who lies through his teeth and outmaneuvers legends, the only man to see John for what he really was Before, before he was anything other than another government tool to be discarded. The only man, because she did too--

He scoffs into Jack's face and it's pure vile, mocking and cruel toward the idea of the woman mentioned (not even the actual person, the idea, the concept of comparison). "She," different she, EVA this time, not--"can't help you with this one. EVA's falling out of your pocket, Big Boss."

This in itself isn't a lie; Adam has no reason to make things up about EVA when she's already making her own choice and slowly aligning herself against him. In another life he might've admired her. He's jealous of her but he knows what she is. And he's outwitted her before and he'll keep doing it with the way things are going, and the most he consciously chooses to hold against her are the skills she can use that he can't. They're what he credits how much favor she's curried with the Patriots to--And, yeah. Sometimes he lets himself spend time hating her more than anyone else for how much attention she gets from Snake. But he's a liar. So maybe he doesn't hate her at all. Lying is easy so working with her is easy and being honest with John is easy, too.

"You can't tell me she'd do even half the things I've done for you anyway." His voice lilts dismissively, scoff extending into every breath. Ocelot knows he's letting himself be distracted by barbs and he doesn't care. He's the one leaning into Snake's press of a hand to make the threat real, to dare and dare / He knows he's lucky, was born by sheer luck and he practically knows that too, but he also believes he's exactly what he was always meant to be. Calculating and pretending he isn't when it suits him, lying and slipping himself into any situation like the ghost of whoever might've belonged there before him, risking everything because he knows he'll win. There's no chance involved but every chance is his to take. Adam can take John's hands around his neck and he'd be more likely to survive the fallout of a Metal Gear than a fucking cockroach.

And for as much as John has changed, it still feels like he's as transparent as cellophane. The world goes on and Big Boss remains. Ocelot takes stock of every little grim detail each time they meet and now none of it can surprise him; He'd see if Snake missed a button on his fatigues, he'd recognize a different fabric blend to his bandana on sight, he'd know just how many months it's been since John had a haircut by the way it clings to his forehead. He smirks and the leather of his gloves kisses warmly where he has them wrung around Snake's arms, even though none of it shows in his complexion. "But you should ask her. Maybe you'd catch her for once." Like I always do. He croons, sarcastic and obvious at once, his smile still nasty, waiting to get John wrapped around his finger once again so he can get him as close to begging on his knees as John gets anymore--or maybe to get crushed against the wall again. It's a roulette spin. "She's not like Zero, though. She won't lie when it counts. I forgot."

"Come on Ocelot. Don't act like you're not having fun. You're the only man who has fun lying when they've got Big Boss's hands around their throat." Snake's voice is cool, using the title he so blatantly hates in this moment just to prove a point that he knows Adam is acutely aware of, knows that Adam is exceedingly glad to be able to be 'the only man' to 'Big Boss' and that he's always reveling in being able to stand up to the legend because he got lucky and was able to know him when he was just Naked Snake and when he was John and when he was Jack. Not the After. The Before. Snake really yearns for that Before now. Adam is the only tie he has to it these days. Well, and that bandana-scarf that Jack just lost to Ocelot during their round of poker, but whatever, it's more about the act of tying that bandana in his head than the material thing.

Things move and the card sails in front of Snake's one good eye and Ocelot suddenly takes advantage of Snake's looser stance to flip around onto his back so he can look John head-on, his teeth bared in a smile that he's grown into since Groznyj Grad, features no longer marked by the prideful nature of being a youthful prodigy but now it's simply the face belonging to a damn good spy. He's even got some stubble going for him now. And the twinkle in Adam's eye is more malicious than arrogant. Snake readjusts his grip so he's got an arm braced across Adam's chest, firm but still not firm enough to be a real threat. "What, so you're bluffing about the information? You're better than that." Of course Ocelot's not bluffing. Ocelot toys with information like he's really a cat playing with a mouse but ultimately he gives up everything to John and that's just how it goes. Suddenly Snake grins, low, wide, malicious. "Guess I'll have to ask EVA to verify. She's just as good as you are." This is true, but Adam hates being compared to her, which is why John brings it up.

[hermidetta]

bernadetta can still on command as naturally as breathing. she can freeze with her eyes wide and staring right back at any villain who's raised a knife to her throat, waiting for the blade to sink in, waiting waiting waiting to be given that wretched permission.

when yuri catches her wrist, she halts. she listens. not a hair on your head out of place in exchange for not a hair on your head harmed. because that is what bernadetta's rotten adults have taught her, even though they break this promise as they please, cast the blame for it onto her like they would a mutt its bone and ask her to thank them for it. thank you for the tea. thank you for the seat. thank you for teaching me. thank you, sorry. sorry for kicking. sorry for bruising. sorry for speaking. sorry, sorry, sorry. (sorry, like she's the messed up one.)

but if yuri was a villain she'd have bled out long ago. she wouldn't be sitting here beside them. she wouldn't fold her trust into their palms like the handle of a knife, and neither of them would be reminiscing of dreams from a distant garden. the learned fear that leashes her, that makes her paranoid and nonsensical, it would never win out against what she innately gives yuri each time. bernadetta does not have to trust them on purpose; she does not have to think about it. why would she?

so bernadetta does not protest for yuri's sake, but she tightens her lips with a tiny nod and settles back down, gingerly, until she's got just enough of the blanket for her teeth not to chatter. yuri's hand is warm enough around her wrist, besides. whether they let go or not, their touch lingers on her skin more viscerally than the cold ever could.

"i do,"  bernadetta murmurs back. she does not elaborate which part she means—i do trust you, or i do remember, or i do miss it too—because it is her answer to all three, and those i dos to yuri matter infinitely more than the only one she's been kept alive for. the childhood memory, though, brings a small smile to her lips.

"but i knew you'd hear anybody in time. i could always count on you. and i said i'd protect you even if we got caught."  little bernie, protecting her friend. prepared to take the blame, prepared to keep them safe.

in the end, she had broken that promise. she wonders how they ever forgave her for it.

i miss when life was that simple. i wish we could've been happier. two petals on the same wilting stem.

"yuri..."  she lowers her gaze in half parts contemplation, half parts mourning. but bernadetta had mourned for about half of her life and had only come out of it after entering the monastery. she doesn't want to sink back into it.

"a lot of things aren't anymore,"  she agrees, voice a low murmur. "but maybe some things still can be... right? you're here. i'm here. we're still friends. what's so hard about that? and..."

bernadetta stirs then, only to curl all of her fingers on a hand except for her pinky. small, thin, and probably a little chilly—but it reaches out just enough to hook with one of theirs. her face tilts, cheek squished whimsically against the cushion of her other hand. just like all of the times she had turned under the blanket to blink sleepily at little jules.

"...and i promise to still be your friend, if that's okay. and you can still tell me stories, even if they're different and have things that are a little illegal in them, because bernie won't tell on you."  she doesn't crack the joke that she wouldn't be able to, anyway. not with yuri. she doesn't doubt for a second that they can silence whoever they want, whenever they want.

"i'll tell you lots of stories, too. i still won't get you in trouble with anybody, either. i definitely won't. if i do, i'll still— i-i'll just bite them really hard. and we can run away!"  somehow she really does always makes it sound so simple. but does that make it any less difficult to say? maybe it's just yuri who makes it easier. yuri, who bernadetta's heart could never tire of bleeding out for.

"um, i mean... if i'm allowed to,"  she mumbles, far more quietly and halfway into her hand. still wholly unguarded, and yet still so uncertain of herself, always waiting for the world to strike somehow because she's misspoken somewhere, anywhere, everywhere. probably everywhere.  "...run away with you this time. b-but i know you're probably sick of babysitting me, so never mind about that part."

＊ woven back from violence .

anni '24 | heavy armor +1　 ▪ ▪ ▪ 　yuri & bernadetta

[adore-gregor]

Ooof

Looking at old posts, sometimes you just ask yourself what was I thinking 😅

[laugtherhyena]

Since i'm posting 1st round stuff again, here's some comic i started last year but never finished since i wasn't happy with how it looked

[shelleyduvallsfaerietaletheatre]

minor update-- I finished IWTV, finally. Only took a year and a half! Assad Zaman I have decided to stan you forever my prince. Also my friends and i would have killed Lestat de Lioncourt with hammers i can tell you that with certainty

[thelastspeecher]

in WWE AU, Angie is the one to make the first move about actually getting into a romantic relationship with Stana. Stana has a reputation for being a bit antisocial at times, and it's bc she's worried about being clocked as a trans woman. she still has a few friends, but she's not as social as Stan normally would be. and she doesn't get too close to anyone.

Angie thus has to take the initiative. when she first works her flirting magic on Stana, Stana is shocked that Angie thinks she's worth flirting with. but as per usual, Angie's able to break down Stana's walls through kindness, forming a genuine connection with her, and also being very attractive. bc Stana has definitely had a crush on Angie for a while.

their first date is to a country bar, where Angie teaches Stana how to square dance and watches her ride the mechanical bull. after, they fall for each other hard and fast.

but Stana still keeps the fact that she's trans a secret from Angie for as long as possible.

[gender-euphowrya]

wouldn't it be nice. if people made sure they knew what the fuck they're talking about before talking about it

[geddy-leesbian]

okay to be completely honest I actually do enjoy that I keep pissing off 𝚔𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚛 stans to an extent. it provides a small dose of external validation. obviously people loving me is best, but people hating me enough to rant at me and literally just make stuff up about me shows that I actually matter to them, they care about my opinion enough to need to tell me I'm wrong and attack me for it. it's not indifferent scrolling past, I Matter enough to be worth beefing with.

deadass the only thing that actually really upset me was when that person implied I didn't ship 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚘 because I think Leon is straight and only ship 𝚊𝚎𝚘𝚗 because ewwwwww 🤮 almost all hate fuels me, but apparently accusing me of thinking Leon S. Kennedy is straight is my line in the sand that can't be crossed and will legitimately piss me off instead of just making me laugh and feel smug that someone cares enough about me to pick a fight

[thebluebygracieabrams]

not my sister knowing juuuust what to say to get me to open up and reveal all my mushy gooey yucky feelings ughhhhhhh