#—ct: simping hours ¡!

[yunacoeur]

the worlds that collide

our last dance: chapter i

chapter synopsis: you, as the oldest royal child of your family, are up to take the throne. in your search for a partner to be consort, the royal family is throwing a party in your name for you to meet potential suitors.

this story begins with your first dance, and will end with our last.

word count: 4.2k

a/n: thank you guys so much for your patience with me while i’ve been preparing this series! i hope this chapter gets you excited for what’s to come!

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the invitation is small, just a white card with the insignia of the king on the back and a short message on the front. hundreds of these invitations have been sent out across all kingdoms in the land. the message reads:

“the oldest child of the great and honorable king and queen of zerose is to be wed soon. we ask that available suitors from all kingdoms come to a party being held in our dear royal’s honor. any and all questions may go to the royal staff.”

it’s a party held in your honor so you may find a husband. isn’t that wonderful? the only issue is that you don’t know most of them and it will be hard to decide on a husband. of course you don’t have to make the decision immediately, as this party is only being thrown as an introduction. still, it feels like you are on a time limit. 

the party is in just a few hours, but the tension in your heart is only getting stronger by the second, but you must find a partner soon if only to unify the kingdoms in response to political conflict. the people need something good to focus on. a royal wedding would be enough. 

your parents are good rulers, they are kind and giving, and it’s a difficult position that you will have to take up, but it must be done. they are tired of ruling, and likely just want to relax and let you take the wheel. 

at the current moment, a royal staff member is helping you choose the attire you will wear during the event, but it is not enough to distract you from the looming task.

“i suppose i don’t know if i have it in me to make such a choice. what if ‘the one’ isn’t in that room tonight?” you tell her, and she continues working as she responds to you.

“well, your highness, i believe you will find who you are looking for. they will also not rank as highly as you in our kingdom, so if they turn out to be a poor ruler, you can easily override them,” she says, draping the cloth against your skin, “would you prefer a more saturated blue or a more greyish-blue?”

��whatever suits me the most. i trust your opinion,” you say. she’s right of course. there’s no reason why you should be worried on the political front. you will always outrank them, in your kingdom at least. you just worry that they may not be the one your heart truly desires. what if you pick the wrong one and never get the chance to be with one you love?

“thank you, your highness,” she says, brining you back to reality,  “i think a less saturated color would suit you more. a bright blue may overpower your natural beauty.”

“okay then,” you hear the door open, turning your head over to see the person behind it. 

it’s a maid you know well. she seems to be hurried, like the information she’s delivering is urgent. it worries you because she’s not usually like this.

“your highness,” the maid says, bowing, “your father requested that one of tonight’s guests come early so you may meet him before. he is waiting for you in the ballroom.”

“but isn’t that room still being set up?” you ask curiously, looking over at the staff preparing your clothes. she shrugs. the ballroom has been under preparation all week, but even still it feels like it is just barely coming together. 

the maid nods, “yes, your majesty. this guest insisted on helping set up.”

you look back to the staff, who has picked out the final few options for your outfit, pointing to the one you like the most, “get that one ready for me, please. i’ll be back soon for it.”

“of course, your majesty.”

walking through the halls towards the ballroom, gazing out the large windows at the town below, you spend the whole time wondering why your father was insistent on you meeting this guest first. what is the necessity? there will be plenty of time to meet all the suitors tonight, why do any of them deserve a head-start? 

and then you see him. you understand. 

he’s more than beautiful. ethereal would probably be the best word. he’s laughing with one of the staff as they set up (or attempt to) a banner on the wall. he’s polite and respectful with even just the commoners lingering in the area, treating them so perfectly. 

his mother must be so proud to have a son so perfect.

he looks over after hearing the door shut to see you, and he recognizes you immediately just like you did with him. 

“your highness!” he calls out, as he walks over to you and bows slightly, “thank you for coming to meet me before the party. my name is sung hanbin, it is such a pleasure to meet you in person… may i?” he asks as he reaches for your hand. you nod and he lifts it up to press a chaste kiss to the side opposite your palm. 

he explains to you his story, where he’s from. he’s a prince from another kingdom, younger than the one that should be in line to be king. you wonder if his being sent here is an offering for peace, one of unity, as there has been political tension between kingdoms in the past decades.

“your majesty, may i make a request?” he asks, and you tilt your head in slight confusion.

“you may. what is it?”

he seems bashful for just a second, “i wish to be your first dance of the night when the party starts,” he smiles, the dimples on his cheeks showing. it makes him look cute instead of drop dead gorgeous for just a moment, “can i reserve that spot?”

you laugh, smiling back at him, “i’m sure that can be arranged.”

“okay then. i look forward to it,” he says, but then someone asks for his help in setting up one of the tables, and he turns back to you, still smiling brightly, “excuse me, your majesty, i have to go back. i’ll see you tonight!” 

and he’s off to continue helping set up and probably save puppies and solve world hunger while he's at it. you return to what you were doing until the time comes that you’ll come back to the ballroom.

and by what you were doing, you mean you return to the study you use as your safe haven when you’re stressed, the weight of the impending decision already so heavy. 

you look up at your desk to see an old photo of you. you were so young and smiled so bright. what you’d give to go back to this moment and relive it. not a care in the world. 

part of you hopes to see the boy you were with in the photo tonight. 

after a while, you go back to your fitting room to dawn the outfit you picked out earlier. the blue tones are subtle but still there, complemented by bits of silver and black. the outfit is perfect for such an occasion. 

as the staff helps you into the outfit, including any accompanying jewelry, you are walked back to the ballroom as the party is about to begin. so many people already fill the halls and the room itself doesn’t seem much quieter. it is bursting with people, and loud, bustling energy. 

the first person who seems to be a suitor approaches you the moment you aren’t being smothered by people. he’s tall and well-proportioned, he’s everything in the looks department you could want out of someone. 

and then he smiles at you, tripping as he walks over. you realize this man is more clumsy than charming, or maybe he’s just a different kind of charming.

“hi,” he says. nothing else to accompany. when you playfully raise an eyebrow, he remembers, “oh! i’m so sorry, your highness. i am prince kim gyuvin. it’s an honor to be in your presence.” 

“i’m sure it is, kim gyuvin,” you smile back at him. he already feels at ease even though he can tell you’re teasing him. he doesn’t mind, “talk with me for a few moments. let’s get to know each other.” 

“ah, yes of course, your highness,” he says as you pull him off to the side to chat, “what do you want to know about me?” 

and it hits you that you don’t really have a plan for tonight,“ i don’t know what to ask, you’re the first one i’m meeting like this so i don’t really know what we’re supposed to do… what’s your favorite color?” you ask.

“blue. no- green. actually, i don’t really know-” he stumbles, and you just nod along like you too have to put this much thought into your favorite color. he flips it on you so he doesn’t have to think, “what’s yours?”

“mine is orange... uhm, if given the chance, do you want to rule?” 

“not really. i’m too nervous to mess it up,” he answers, honest, always thinking too fast and too much, “i would like to be by your side when you rule your kingdom.” 

“ah, good save,” you say. you’d laugh at his bluntness if it wasn’t so cute.

“can i ask you something, your highness?” he asks, and you nod, “if you could… like if you didn’t have a bunch of responsibility on your shoulders to rule the kingdom and everything… would you want to run away?” 

“run away?”

“yeah! like elope with someone and get out of town and go somewhere no one knows you exist and live a simple life,” he smiles, this dreamy look in his eyes, “maybe even fall in love.”

“i can definitely tell that’s your dream,” you giggle, “but yeah, that does sound nice.” 

he gets silent for just a second, but then his eyes light up, “maybe we could run away together?” 

you smile sadly, it’s a sweet dream, but it can't be your reality, “don’t get too ahead of yourself now, gyuvin. i still have a country to take care of, and you might too if something happens to the first-in-line.” 

“then, let’s make a dream out of the lives we have,” he says, coming closer to hold your hand. 

“you are so cheesy! oh my lord,” you shake your head in disbelief, but his hand in yours is so comforting and he’s so endearing, “okay fine. i’ll consider it.”

“good! and while you do that, i actually have something for you!” he says, reaching into his fancy suit jacket to pull it out. 

“a gift?” you guess, unassuming. all suitors probably were expected to get you gifts.

but then he pulls out a dainty white poppy. the center is a soft yellow with a hint of red in the middle. it’s a beautiful flower. it reminds you of the soft dreams he tells you of, the simple wishes for freedom and peace and comfort from all the eyes on you. 

you wonder if that’s your dream too, and he read you just like a book.

gyuvin has nothing more than his dashing smile and his lovely dreams, wishing for so much that he’ll never have. as you wish him well, telling him you’ll choose within the coming days who you will marry, you wonder, “tell me, why should i marry you?” 

“oh, uhm- i…” he trails off, giving himself time to think, before settling on an answer he feels confident in.

he says, “because i would follow you anywhere.” 

and, at least in that moment, looking into his honest eyes, you believe him.

you finish you up conversation with him as someone who recognizes him starts talking to him, and you assume they’re trying to whisk him away from you. you allow it for now. he still smiles brightly and waves at you goodbye.

as gyuvin is stolen from you view, you find someone new in front of you. he’s a little shorter than gyuvin, but he makes up for it with his bright smile and this cute charm he seems to exude.

this is no stranger at all. even if you didn’t know him, you did deep down.

“your highness, hello, it is a pleasure to make the acquaintance,” he bows, “i am the son of a duke in our kingdom. i have been sent here to be a possible suitor for you. my name is matthew.” 

it’s very clear just by looking at him that he’s from your kingdom. you’ve never met, but you could swear you’ve seen his face before. he seems like he would be a safe pick for a husband. he’s already from your kingdom and also nobility, but just far enough out to where it isn’t weird. it wouldn’t require alliance brokering or having to rule over new territory and people who didn’t even know you. that would be the nice part.

in short: he’s a safe pick. 

“hello, matthew, it is a pleasure to have you here tonight,” you smile at him as he reaches for your hand to place a kiss. a common theme of the night you assume, “what is your father up to these days?” 

“nothing interesting to either of us,” he laughs to himself, “just royal duties. i’m surprised he sent me as his contribution. i totally thought he’d want my sister here.”

“ah, well i’m glad you are here. you are quite pleasant to be around, i can already tell,” you say. he takes it as the biggest compliment he’s ever gotten in his life, or at least that’s what it looks like. 

“thank you, your highness,” he says after a moment of collecting himself, “do you wish to dance?” 

you almost say yes, but you remember the promise you made to hanbin. did you already think of him as the one? why would you put yourself through the rest of this night if hanbin already ticked all the boxes? “not at the moment, but come find me again later and i’ll say yes, okay?” 

“hmm, alright. i suppose that’s okay-” 

he was talking but was cut off when someone’s elbow hit you from behind. the collision causes you to fall forward towards matthew, and he catches you before you take both you and him down. he holds you up by your waist as your hands reach to grasp onto his shoulders. you look up at him with panic in your eyes, and he has the same frightened look.

and it is only worsened by the fact that everyone saw it.

while everyone in that room was probably death glaring at the poor person who knocked you over, matthew just whispers, “i thought you didn’t want to dance?” his response is cheeky, finally smiling at you once he knows you’re alright. there’s a secret coolness to him that you didn’t know he had in him. 

so this is why you waited it out.

he must be incredibly strong to still be holding you like he is after the fall, but the moment can’t last forever, so he pulls you up, “unrelated, but i have something for you," he says.

“is it a flower?” you ask with a daring smile, and he nods. 

“your father included an amendment to the invitation for all the suitors. we were to bring you a flower. you’ll probably get more throughout the night, but hopefully, mine sticks out to you the most, your highness,” he hands it to you gently.

the flower is white, just like gyuvin’s, but it is a completely different style. one native to your kingdom.

“a heather flower, consider it a promise. even if you don’t pick me, i’ll have the best interests at heart for you,” he says, handing it off to you like an oath, “you don’t have to choose now, but no matter who it is you pick, i will be here to make sure they are up to your standards.”

“you don’t have to do that, matthew,” you say, but he shakes his head.

“my father has told me all my life that the royal crown is my only priority. i will make sure that whoever gets to call themself your consort will be fit for the role.” 

you laugh at his intensity. he’s already so lost in his mind about it. you suppose that devotion to the crown is innately taught to everyone. it’s just weird to hear it out loud, “you say that like i already picked someone else. what if i do choose you?” 

“i will absolutely hold myself to the same standard,” he says, like it’s obvious. commonplace. you laugh at how serious he is.

the dancing area may not be the best place to have a conversation, seeing as you’ve already been bumped into a couple times since the first big one. 

“your highness,” he says, drawing your attention back to him, “it was nice meeting you. i’ll come back again for that dance you promised me.” 

“i look forward to it,” you smile at him as he moves to walk away. 

once matthew has left, there's really no one there to protect you from falling when people bump into you. you find yourself needing a moment to breathe, finding comfort in sipping one of the drinks being offered by the staff walking around. you decide to hide in the corner of the room, for lack of a better plan. the center is where all the dancing is happening, but it’s easier to hear yourself think in these more secluded spots. 

although, just when you finally have a second to breathe and think through all that’s happened so far, something finds it’s way into your hair, and you freeze as you look up at the culprit. it feels like a flower.

“i’m sorry, your highness,” he says. he’s so beautiful (god, does every suitor in the damn land have to be so gorgeous?) that you could almost forgive him, “i know i should have asked, but that moment was too beautiful to pass up.”

“i don’t even know your name, and you’re already having to apologize? not a strong start, stranger,” you say, but you’re smiling. he knows you’re not really mad, and so do you. 

you could have been mad, you could have kicked him out and banished him from the castle for putting a flower in your hair without permission. 

but he’s pretty, so you’ll let it slide.

“stranger? i don’t want that as a nickname,” he frowns, “my name is zhang hao. please call me anything other than stranger.”

“an order? wow, how modern of you to order around royalty in their own castle,” you laugh at him, but it’s all in good fun, and you change the topic so he doesn’t get too embarrassed, “it’s quiet over here,” you murmur.

he silently thanks you for switching topics, “yes, indeed. i am not one for lots of noise,” he says, “did you need a break from the chaos too, your highness?”

“i suppose. everyone is so nice, but i am just..” you look down at the two flowers you hold in your hands. one poppy and one heather, “overwhelmed. the choice is a difficult one to make over just a conversation. what if none of it is even real?”

“real? why wouldn’t it be real?” he asks.

“there’s so much political advantage that comes with marrying me, so how would i be able to tell the difference?” you ask in return, “not to mention i’m not even sure i can judge someone’s character in just a few minutes of conversation,” he takes a second to think. maybe there isn’t even a good answer he could give. 

you know you have more time. you know this party isn’t everything and you could abandon it all and be fine. god forbid you wanted to meet the one. maybe you even wanted to fall in love, is that so much to ask for?

“well, i can’t speak for anyone else, and there is no way for me to prove it to you, but…” he looks over at you, at the darling flower he had placed in your hair. he wonders how anyone could think to marry you just for prestige or power, “i am real.”

“you are?”

“i am,” he murmurs, “i’m not a lot of things, but i am real.”

you sigh, “i shouldn’t have put this decision on myself. i should have just let my father pick and gone with it,” you rub your temple with your free hand, your head suddenly aching dully, "why did i do this to myself?"

“you wanted to choose because somewhere deep down in there,” he says, pointing to your heart. it's flustering just how close he's getting, “you trust yourself and your judgment.” 

you sit there for just a moment to take in his words. you initially thought he was incredibly wrong, but the more you think about it, the less wrong he becomes.

“and why should i trust you?”

he seems taken about, but answers anyway,“i am… not extremely good at the press and public image stuff, but i am quiet. and calm. i cannot be exciting, but i can be soothing,” he smiles so softly, “i can help you forget it all for just a moment.”

he’s convincing, you’ll give him that. 

and you can tell he’s genuine. there was no bone in his body capable of lying, “i can care for you. i will be real for you. there will be no act, no fake love to attempt to satisfy some image. you can take care of your kingdom, and i will take care of you.”

“that’s how you’ll love me?” 

“that is how i will love you,” he repeats, tucking your fallen hair behind your ear.

“what flower did you put in my hair?”

he looks at it one more time, “a bluebell. it’s native to the land of my kingdom.”

“ah, i see,” you say, seeing the blue petal out of the corner of your eye, “thank you.” he pulls it out of your hair to hand it to you, making it the third flower you’re holding as of now.

“you should go now, your highness. there’s lots more for you to do and people for you to meet.”

and you want to, but it is still so noisy out there, and you feel the nerves in your stomach again as you look back out to the crowd. you ask him, “what if i need a break again from the noise?”

he smiles at you, his voice as soft as ever, “come find me, of course.”

so you leave him there, his eyes following you as you step back out onto the floor, feeling the energy come back to you after you have rested. 

you give zhang hao one last look before you look away from him for a while. he seems like the type to never want your eyes off of him.

he’s looking at you too. suddenly it all feels too real.

he smiles at you, waving you off, like a mother bird telling its baby bird to be free, only this time there’s still a nest to return to when you are tired.

you walk back out onto the floor, hoping someone will come to take your hand and ask you for a dance. it doesn’t take long for someone to come hoping to do just that. 

“don’t tell me someone beat me to it, your highness,” they say. as you look up, you see familiar eyes and dimples, with a hand outstretched for you to grab.

“hanbin,” you smile at him, taking his hand as he leads you to the area people are dancing in. it is significantly louder, but the energy feels good, the music flowing through your veins, “of course not. i told you it was yours.”

“i’m sorry, but i have another favor to ask you,” he says, grabbing your right hand with his left and holding your waist with his right as you sway to the music, not quite dancing yet. just swaying with him.

“so greedy,” you say with a giggle, “what can i do for you?”

“i know i have already asked for so much by taking this first dance,” he says, eyes almost looking into your soul, “but i want your last dance as well.”

it stuns you for just a moment. that was a taller order than your first dance, “i’m sorry, do you mean of the night? like tonight? or…” you trail off, wondering if there was a way to eloquently word ‘the last dance i do ever in my life’. you never finish the thought.

he doesn’t respond to that thought either, just giving you a smile that almost seems cheeky, “let’s dance.”

and suddenly you are reminded of the fact you are not very blessed in the coordination department, “hanbin- i am so sorry to disappoint you because i’m sure you were thinking this would be a magical moment or something, i forgot to say i am a terrible dancer. maybe we should-”

“shh, don’t worry about anything. i’ll lead, just follow what i do,” he tells you.

the dance is not extremely technical, but even still it is so obvious to both you, him, and everyone watching how skilled of a dancer he is. is this all he’s been doing his entire life?

it’s just a simple, repetitive step, and at one point he twirls you around and pulls you just a little bit closer. even still, you still find yourself being clumsy and tense, even when he whispers to just relax.

it’s over too fast, but he assures you, “i wish we could keep going, too, but you have other people to dance with. i can’t be that demanding. i’ll be back for your last.”

you laugh because he’s kind of right to say he’s been demanding. it’s not like you mind, “i’ll wait for you, hanbin.”

he smiles, so sweetly, “as will i, your majesty.”

and as he walks away, leaving you to watch him smile at someone else and offer to dance with them, you notice the unconventional bouquet you’ve been holding: a poppy for the boy with the wild dreams, a heather for the guy who saved you from falling (even though you might have fallen in a different way), and a bluebell from the one who gave you a brief moment of peace.

yet, from looking at it, it has one more flower in it than you remember it having. 

a yellow tulip. 

[mochiable]

AND YOUR OTHER BIASES

i can’t believe you right now,,,, guys i have indeed passed away, y’all are invited to my funeral, except for you eri bc

THIS IS THE WORST THING YOU’VE EVER DONE TO ME DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH YOU’VE MADE MY HEART SUFFER I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU RIGHT NOW 10,,, 10 BIASES (excluding hao, WHICH MAKES THEM 11) AND YOU THINK I CAN STILL CONSIDER YOU A FRIEND??

[yaachtynoboat711]

Just One Round

A/N: I’m back! The pandemic swiped my writing talents like the MonStars 😭. Lately, I’ve fallen in love with one Kevin Atwater. He deserves all the things and all the simping. Now, I don’t, by any means, support the police (1312), but he’s an exception to the rule. Anyways, I think I might keep this OC, but I’ll be looking out for feedback. Anyways, lets get to the reading!

Kevin Atwater x Black Med! OC (Karis Z. Brown, MD, FACS)

Warning(s): Steamy dialogue and descriptions, medical talk, FLUFF, Black Love

Word Count: 1300ish (or something like that, Chile idk)

3 A.M. at Gaffney Chicago Medical Center meant quiet hours for you. After 2 elected surgeries, ER rounds, and one emergency surgery, you were beat. However, in your exhaustion, you still managed to read your old cardiology textbooks and notes from med school. One of your newest patients had a mysterious illness and it was your duty to find a breakthrough. Your heavy eyes struggled to stay open, even with the trap music playing in your ear. Just as your returned your AirPods to their case, you heard a knock at the door.

“It’s open,” you announced to the knock.

Dr. Latham walked in your office, honestly shocked you weren’t sleep. He observed the open textbooks and notebooks shuffled across your usually organized desk. “Dr. Latham, I didn’t know you were still here. Please, sit down,” you invited.

He looked at the chair and declined, “This won’t take long, Dr. Brown. I need to speak with you.”

You stopped typing. Suddenly, the blanket and oversized quarter-zip sweater you were wearing were too much. “About what?”

He nodded his head, as to confirm whatever was about to come out of his mouth, “Dr. Brown, you know by now how much I admire you as a doctor and a surgeon, yes?,” you nodded, though this was the first time he actually said that aloud.

“Well, I’m not saying this as your boss to his fellow, but as Isidore to Karis: I hear that you’ve been picking up your CT colleagues’ shortcomings for the past month and a half…”

You know exactly what he was talking about. It was true: Drs. Bekker and Rhodes weren’t doing their jobs. Unfortunately, that meant you had to step in to keep Latham from noticing.

He didn’t believe in favorites, but Dr. Latham favored you and respected you for being a Black female double-boarded cardiothoracic and trauma surgeon. Moreover, he, like your other co-workers at Chicago Med, felt your passion for medicine and helping others. However, your gift doubled as a curse. You stopped at nothing to ensure your patients’ well-being. Even if the insurance of their well-being came at your expense.

“Dr. Lath—“

“…—I’m not done, Dr. Brown. You have been running yourself into a hole of exhaustion in the name of keeping peace. I knew about this the week you started, but I wanted to see how long you would keep it up.”

You were far too tired to put up a fight or defend your actions. He was right. You should’ve let Bekker and Rhodes, especially Bekker, face their consequences.

“I agree, Dr. Latham. I need to take some time off.”

“That’s why I’m here. Effectively immediately, you’re on a paid month-long leave.”

Your face turned, “Excuse me?”

“Your colleagues will be facing consequences and picking up the slack they left you. The Emergency department has also been informed. Go home and get some rest. Actual rest. Good night and enjoy, Karis.”

You sunk into your chair, gobsmacked at the exchange you’d just had with your boss. You were conflicted: on one hand, you got told not to come to work for a month. However, you got paid to stay home.

—————

You barely made it home. Stopping by the 24-hour diner for take-out breakfast almost sealed your fate. Luckily, rolling the window down to have the Chicago artic wind kept you awake.

For the first time in three weeks, you had a legitimate break. Though you were upset with Dr. Latham, you silently thanked God for blessing you with a break.

You drove into your garage nearly in tears. You’d never been so happy to get out of your scrubs and clogs. Walking up the small set of stairs to the house’s main level, you were welcomed to the sound of the Sports Center and a familiar scent that wasn’t expected to be there: your boyfriend’s leathery teakwood cologne.

On the couch, you saw your Kev stretched out and snoring softly. Granted, he had he own place; but your place was closer from the station. Clearly, he was comfortable and too tired to go upstairs to the room. Poor baby.

You approached your sleeping baby and observed his peaceful demeanor. You weren’t certain of what he did the night before; it honestly wasn’t your business. He needed the rest. Most importantly, he was here: safe and unharmed.

Your two kisses to his lips woke him out of his rest.

“Morning, baby,” he greeted with a low gruffly sleep voice. He returned your gesture with one deep kiss.

You hummed softly, “Mornin’, sleepy head. Whatcha doin home so early?”

“I could ask you the same thing, ma. It ain’t even 6 a.m,” he scratched his chest

You walked into the kitchen, “It’s not. The sun’s not even out. Dr. Latham sent me home on a ‘paid rest leave’ as he called it. I brought food from the 24-hour diner near the hospital. I figured you’d be hungry when you got home and was finna put your food in the oven.”

He chuckled, rubbed his chest and getting ready to get his plate, “Ma Ma, you know you a keeper, right?”

“I do.”

Breakfast was enjoyed in relative silence. You enjoyed your omelet and pancakes and Kevin his steak and eggs. You were just thankful to have eaten for the first time in almost 9 hours. It was obvious that both of you were capable of falling asleep at the table. You nodded off as you checked your neglected emails. Kevin just dozed off at the table. Your jobs had been running y’all ragged.

After disposing of breakfast, you made a beeline to the shower. The warmth of the shower melted your tense,tired, and sore body into ease. You even washed your hair. A still shirtless Kevin welcomed you in bed. You’d put your bonnet, med school shirt, and fleece shorts on. Kevin pulled your side’s sheets back for you. What a gentleman. The moment your back made contact with the bed, he yanked you into his strong yet loving embrace. You yelped, making him laugh. You felt the depth and vibration of his laughter send tingles down your spine.

“What’s gotten into you, bae?,” you inquired, “I know I didn’t ask, but why are YOU home early?”

“I can’t be excited to see my favorite life saver back at home with me? All for me to love on?,” he began peppering kisses from your neck down to your waist, “No beepers or calls…just me and my pretty little lady…with her fine ass…finally in my arms…after passing by each other…like we’re roommates or some shit. C’mere and gimme them lips.”

You rolled over on top of him, fulfilling his ask with kisses of mutual passion and sincerity. He palmed your ass much to your pleasure. The sensation of his cold copper bracelet only deepened the kisses. “You never answered my second question, Kev.”

“I mean…the sting ended early. I don’t feel like gettin’ into all of that. I’m here with you. I want to cherish this moment with you. We clear?”

You hummed a chuckle into his lips, “Crystal.”

“I know you just put them on, but let’s get out these clothes for me. I missed seeing what’s under them scrubs…”

“…lemme take a nap before we get it in, bae.”

“Don’t worry, Kare, we’ll sleep real good after this. You down?”

“On second thought, I think I have enough in me for one round,” your hand traveled up his chest, gently tugging on his gold chain.

His hands wondered up your baggy shirt to hold your freed breasts. You moaned into his kiss, “Say less.”

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[emperor-palpaminty]

omg omg here's lovey lyrics from 'sunrise'/in the heights (the whole song has me yearning):

'and how do you say "kiss me?"' 'bésame' 'and how do you say "always?"' 'para siempre...'

with literally any clone tbh...im a big clone simp. omg im on a wolffe and crosshair kick right now though...imagine this prompt but with mando'a aiubckabsduahdku

kiss prompt 68???

ANYWAYS LOVE YOUR WRITING <3

CROSSHAIR BABEY, BECAUSE WE STAN MURDER TOOTHPICK BEING SOFT

Also did you have to make me remember that song and cry. I had to go find a translator so if this is wrong please come kick me, I couldn't find the EXACT words I wanted so I had to improvise

Prompts found here!

Crosshair was visiting the medbay more often. You found yourself scheduling private appointments with him, and this particular time you were looking into his burned body, soul scorched. You had finished scraping off the burned skin, laying bacta pads on him.

You glanced back at the Kaminoian who had opened the door. "I am here to check on the healing progress of CT-99-404." He folded his lengthy hands, insectoid eyes skimming Crosshiar, laying back on his bed.

"He's fine. Progress is normal." You frowned. "Please, let me do my work." You turned away, leaning over crosshair, fingers tender, pausing as the trooper inhaled sharply.

"See if you can increase the bacta concentration." The Kaminoian vocalized, voice echoing as he stalked out, the door sliding shut. "The sooner CT-99-404 is healed, the better."

You frowned openly now, smoothing your hand over Crosshair's bacta pad sitting on his eye. "Take your time, Crosshair."

"They left me." He hissed, quiet.

Your fingers hesitated, before moving up and stroking through the pale curls on his head. "I know." You settled on the bed, tugging him to you. "But not everyone has left you." You leaned him gently on your arm, stroking his hair. "I haven't." The clone was quiet, eyes closed. You sighed, softly, tugging him gently to you. "I won't," you added, quietly, promising to yourself and to Crosshair, though he may or may not have been asleep.

The lights stayed bright, only dimming as the allotted nighttime hour approached. In the dark, Crosshair spoke quietly. "You've been good to me, Doc." You felt him shift, breath warm against your shoulder. You scratched his curls again, feeling his face settle in your chest and bandaged arm wrapping around your wrist. "You... you're not going to leave."

It wasn't a question, but you felt the weight of it lingering in the air. "I won't, I'm not planning on it." You hummed, allowing Crosshair to nestle closer. "You know Mandalorian, right?"

"What does that have to do with this?"

"I'm trying to change the subject." You mumbled. "We don't have to-"

"No, no." His words were soft, uncharacteristically gentle. "I know a little."

"Can you say 'always'?"

There was a moment of pause, a pulse, where the clone sifted through his memories, trying to recover the correct translation. "Ratiin."

"I'll be here ratiin."

"Verburyc ratiin." Crosshair mumbled. "You'll be loyal. Remain. Always."

You smiled, still scratching his head. "Ver-ber-yuck ratiin."

"Terrible."

"I'll work on it," you whined, trying to bite down your smile. "Give me credit for trying."

Crosshair shifted, and he smiled against your skin, but small. "Minimal credit."

You chuckled, smoothing back his hair. "Can... how do you say 'kiss me'?"

Crosshair mumbled against your stark medical uniform. "Mureyca ni."

You licked your lips, softly, before whispering, "Mureyca ni?" He shifted, chin tilting up at you. "Please?" You mumbled, voice hoarse.

Crsshair exhaled, tugging on you, sliding you down to be even with him. "Only because you pronounced it well."

His lips met yours, his bandaged arm shifting to be more comfortable, and you held his face gently. He sighed against you, fingers resting on your back, allowing you to cradle him as you pressed your lips softly to his, again and again. Between the movements of your lips, in breaks, he mumbled, "Mureyca ni, mureyca ni," his desire to not be alone taking over. Crosshair sighed and hugged you to him, breaking the kiss to press his face into your neck.

You kissed his head, rocking him gently, mumbling, like a mantra, a hymn, a promise, "Ratiin, ratiin."

Always, always.

[midgethetree]

Hi, do you know how to go about extracting certain features of a modded object and turning them into their own objects? I like the gender preference randomization and skill limiting features of twojeff's Sim Blender and want to make each of them separate. Thanks. :)

If you want to split a modded object like that into multiple adjusters, the simplest way is to clone it in SimPE, give it a new GUID, and edit the TTAB of the clone to delete any interactions you don’t want. From there there’s a number of ways you can clean up the package:

delete all mesh resources (GMDC, GMND, SHPE, CRES, TXMTs, TXTRs, MMATs) and edit the 3d models list (or whatever it’s called in the object, it’ll have an instance of 85) so any names that were replaced with #0x1c05000[stuff that was added][original mesh name] go back to just [original mesh name] (or some other valid mesh name, if you don’t want them all to use the same tree as their default model! Here’s a thread about doing this)

delete “Total Hours Pregnant - Update” (needed for the pregnancy options, but it’ll lose its override status in the cloning process and become useless. you can give it back the group 0x7F1D0F49 and instance 0x00001002 if you intend to make a pregnancy adjuster)

delete “Interaction -” BHAVs for the interactions you removed

delete other relevant BHAVs for those interactions, including (but not limited to):

‘Tokens - Get/Set - Skill Limiter Token Setting‘ in the ones without the skill limiting features

‘Memory - Learned [toddler skill]’ and ‘Wants Satisfy - Teach [toddler skill]’ for ones without toddler skill features

‘Want Satisfy - Gain Level‘ for those without badge adjusting features

‘Sub - Load Neighbor Array‘ for those without pregnancy or name changing options

‘CT - Reset’ for those without aging and aspiration options

the ‘Sub - Interests’ BHAVs for those without interest options

‘Get in Temp 0 - Normalized Randomish Number‘ and ‘Get in Temp 0 - Randomish Number (New)‘ for those without randomization options

‘Skills - Randomize - Med‘ for those without skill randomization options

‘Sub - Do Dialog‘ and the ‘Sub - Gender Pref‘ BHAVs for those without gender pref options

If you’re uncertain whether a BHAV is still used, open the simantics resource finder, select “current package only”, check “calls to opcode” and all three boxes after it, and enter the instance of the BHAV in the opcode box. If it’s used by other BHAVs, check the BHAVs it is used by and see if any of them are used. Evtnually you’ll get to a BHAV that is used by the object functions/pie menu (in which case the BHAVs you were checking need to be kept) or not used at all (in which case you can delete those BHAVs)

Also, as you know there is an additional package for skill limiting. Keep that as-is, don’t clone or remove it.

[mochiable]

OH WAIT I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THESE BIASES

YOU. DID. NOT. JUST. DO. THIS. TO. ME.

i- i’m lost for words,,,, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ERI I ONLY SENT YOU JOHNNY PICS JUST. JOHNNY. WHAT IS THIS ??? 5 OF MY BIASES ????????????? YOU’LL BURN IN HELL

you fucked me up with kev ten and yuta pics,,, chest and arms,,,, that is not fair eri, not fair

[mochiable]

there you go. go cry over his neck now you pervert.

you did not just mix changkyun pics with my neck kink,,, ahhahahahah i’m fine completely fine

[mochiable]

HELLO CABRÓN I HATE YOU AND I WANT TO SEE YOU CRY

AGAIN WITH THE REVENGE? YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER ERI🙄

also,,,,,, i had nearly all this photos saved on pinterest lmfao🤚🤚 but WHAT THE FUCK THE 8TH AND 9TH ONES FUCKING HELL THAT’S A HATE CRIME YOU BITCH WHY DOES HE LOOK SO GOOD😭😭😭😭

[mochiable]

I WOULDN'T DARE, WOULD I?

okay wait cause that’s a lot to take in,,,

1. you don’t know how much i hate you right now. i didn’t think i could hate you more, but you’re getting there. and i won’t block you bc i have empathy and bc i know how it feels but if i didn’t, i would🙂

2. that’s it, it’s a fact. i’m going to steal his entire closet, he won’t even have his underwear left, which i’m sure is made of precious stones now that i think about it

3. but how does he have the nerve to go out looking so fucking perfect🤬🤬🤬🤬

4. not the hip movement nOT THE HIP MOVEMENT OH MY GOD NO NO NO HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME NOT TO BE HORNY IF YOU SEND ME THIS and this outfit oh no oh no oh no the skinny jeans AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH🥵

5. those. fucking. arms. holy fuck,,,, eri can you hear me screaming from there? well, at least he isn’t showing his neck cause that would be the end of me. also🥺 his smile :((((((( he can’t have that smile while showing off his arms :(

6. and there goes the chest and neck, of course ladies and gentlemen, it would be weird if you didn’t send me a video like that. how could i underestimate you, i’m disappointed in myself😞 and no, obviously i’m not going to forget it, that video is gonna be superglued to my retina for life💀

7. ERI NO ME PUEDES ENVIAR UN VÍDEO THE XU FUCKING MINGHAO CON UNA CANCIÓN EN ESPAÑOL DE FONDO Y ENCIMA CON ESOS CLIPS QUE QUIERES QUE ME MUERA QUIERES ESO EH AJDBSKSBKANA no estoy bien💔

[mochiable]

umm bestie what where you doing up there???

oh god not another video,,,,,, lmfao wait HAHAHAHAH idk they kidnapped me :( come save me bestie </3

[mochiable]

HI NEW CARAT BESTIE <3

SUFFER WITH ME

OH MY WHAT AGHSJSKDJSKJS THE HELL okay wait no i need to calm down *inhales* *exhales* x4 i have to make several points here:

1. the concept,,,, i’m a hoe for racing cars and all that stuff, this video has indeed shown that i’m not okay and that i should seek help

2. i think being the video filmed in just one scenario has proved they could perform in a landfill and still look cool and hot af

3. CAN WE NOW TALK ABOUT LEE MF CHAN???? THE BODY ROLL??? I ALMOST DIED🥴 like sir body roll on me i beg you AND HIS OUTFIT??? OH. MY. GOD.🥵🥵

4. soonyoung hairstyle,,,,,,,,, gracious god HE LOOKS SO GOOD??!!! HOW🤯 i mean, i don’t really like hair gel but it looks so fucking good on him, like bro teach me

5. JUN FACIAL EXPRESSIONS AND DANCING🤬 you know what as ten once said i can’t stand this anymore

6. the dance😩😩😩 their moves, the coordination, they’re in such a harmony i can’t even explain but it just feels so good and right no left but right????

7. shoutout to the stylist, you should be in jail cause every single one of them looks unbearably attractive and hot and that should be totally illegal

8. i don’t even know what to say,,, it was just undeniably beautiful and amazingly produced💔

9. also the vocals,,,,,, i don’t i’ll ever get tired of saying this but they’re extremely talented and imo they have one of the best vocals in the whole industry😭

[mochiable]

oml you are obsessed, but i understand because DAMN is he attractive like holy heck if i didn't bias shua then like, *side eyes* i almost fell when home run was released because phew ;-; him and mingyu ;-; and Vernon ;-; but also his mullet—

I REMEMBER THAT FAN TAKEN PICTURES AND WHEN WE FURST GOT TO SEE HIM OMG ;-; THE8 the supreme mulleter :') made me realize that i had a thing for people who look good with mullets but we shan't talk about that

yes i am a little too smitten by a y-oshi and uh yeah it's not like i would give my everything to him, but also like, i would give my happiness for him to keep on smiling ik im pathetic and so goddamn infatuated but like.... who wouldn't be after seeing THIS???

*malfunctions* too. much. serotonin. mother, help. ;-;

ugh don’t even remind me of that look,,, definitely one of the hairstyles that attracts me the most, between the mullet and the curly hair i almost had a heart attack😩 but like just look at him, destroy my life sir please, at this point i get down on my knees to beg you😾👊👊

also joshua hehe😳, joshua,,, joshua has his own thing *looks at him out of the corner of her eye* the same thing happens to me but just the other way round lol can’t help it sorry👉👈

and no bestie, not pathetic at all. it’s exactly the same for me with hao, as much as i’d be suffering like a bitch i’d give everything i had to see him happy cause i’m a fucking simp 💀

and yeah he’s a cutie, look hehe ello