#i let in run in the bg while i work

[gifti3]

infinity nikki is the last gacha game i promise

[beloveds-embrace]

I am absolutely Eating your angsty dukedom 141, I'm just scarfing it down ayejjrnf

But! Suggestion for the drabble of reader slowly fading into the bg without König there;

Hereditary illness exacerbated by stress.

It's mostly fallen into the cracks of reader's family history after her ancestor married into nobility- not a lot to be dangerously stressed about when you're waited on hand and foot by servants, after all.

But then once reader stops making any attempt to leave her room, servants have to start bringing her her meals, and they start noticing that she seems to be getting increasingly thinner despite the meals being at least half eaten. She seems more exhausted, her hands shaky and trembling, embroidery or painting projects left tossed in the corner of her bedroom after she couldn't hold onto the needle or brush, let alone do any precision work.

Gossip spreads through the servants of the Duchess being ill (though none seem particularly caring of this fact) until it starts to reach the boys' ears

Thank you!! I hope you enjoy this!!

The first sign that something was wrong- truly wrong- came when one of the younger maids hesitated outside John’s office. Her apron was wrinkled, and she kept wringing the cloth in her hands until the edges frayed. Kyle, always perceptive, was the one to notice her first.

“What is it?” His sharp eyes pinned her in place.

The maid flinched but didn’t run. Instead, she stepped forward, voice trembling. “I-It’s the Duchess, sir.”

That was all it took for the entire room to still.

John had been in the middle of correspondence, quill poised mid-sentence, but he set it down without finishing the word. Simon’s ever-present stoicism cracked, his fingers tightening around the edge of the table.

“What about her?” John’s voice, though even, had an undercurrent of tension.

The maid looked at him with wide, uncertain eyes. “She’s… ill, sir. She’s not been leaving her room-”

“We know that.” John interrupted, his voice a low growl.

“No- no, sir, I mean really ill. She’s not eating much anymore, but- she’s thinner, sir. Much thinner than before. And her hands shake something awful when she tries to hold a spoon or cup. I saw it myself when I brought her tea this morning… it’s- it’s been going on for a while now, we’ve all noticed but I just couldn’t- couldn’t stand back anymore, I’m so sorry.”

The words dropped into the room like a stone into a pond. And the silence that followed was thick, pressing, suffocating.

John was the first to move, striding out of the room with the others close behind him. The maid was left in their wake, her words repeating themselves in her head as though she’d spoken some terrible thing into existence.

They found you where you always were now- alone in the dim bedroom, wrapped in blankets but still somehow shivering. The curtains had been drawn tight, the hearth left to burn low, and the air was stale with disuse.

You didn’t even stir when the door opened.

John froze at the sight of you, the sharp tang of guilt clawing up his throat. He could see it immediately- the way your cheeks had hollowed, the slight tremor in your fingers as you clutched the edges of the blanket. The soft silk of your gown hung loose at your shoulders, as though it no longer fit the same way it used to. An old one- one you’d worn at the beginning if your marriage, still hopeful for companionship from a husband who didn’t care for you.

Kyle was the first to break from his stupor, stepping forward and kneeling at your bedside. “… Duchess?” His voice was softer than John had ever heard it, but it still seemed too loud in the suffocating quiet.

You stirred then, eyes fluttering open just enough to see him.

“Kyle?”

The hoarseness in your voice struck something in him- hurt him in a way he wasn’t prepared for.

“I’m here, darling,” he murmured. He reached out, gently brushing his knuckles against your cheek, and frowned at how warm your skin felt. “What’s happened to you?”

You tried to sit up, but your body betrayed you, trembling with the effort until Kyle and Johnny had to steady you with firm hands.

“I’m fine.” You said. The words were paper-thin, weak and unsteady.

“You’re not fine.” John cut in, his voice harder than he meant it to be. You flinched, and it made his heart squeeze painfully.

Simon said nothing, but he hovered near the foot of the bed, his sharp gaze flicking over you as if committing every detail to memory. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, but what was there to do or say? He felt like he might break you should he even brush his fingers across your skin.

“It’s nothing.” you murmured, turning your head away.

“Nothing?” John repeated, dangerously low. He stepped closer, dropping to his knees at your bedside, one hand finding yours. “You think this is nothing?”

Your fingers twitched in his grasp, but you didn’t pull away. You couldn’t even meet his eyes.

“I know…” Your voice cracked, and you squeezed your eyes shut. “I know you don’t care. Why- why are you here now?”

It felt like the air had been knocked out of him.

“Don’t care?” John echoed, tinged with disbelief.

“None of you came,” you whispered. “Not once. I thought… I thought maybe it was easier for you that way. You- is this not what you wanted?”

Simon made a sound then- low and guttural- and moved to kneel on your other side, opposite Kyle. He reached for your other hand, lifting it carefully to his lips. His breath was warm against your skin, but you didn’t react.

“I’ll get the doctor.” Johnny said abruptly, spinning on his heel and leaving before anyone could stop him.

Kyle stayed close, his hand never leaving your shoulder, while Simon stroked your knuckles in slow, deliberate motions. But it was John who finally spoke.

“We should have come sooner,” he admitted, voice heavy with regret. “I should have come sooner. Duchess- I’m so sorry.”

You blinked, your lashes damp with unshed tears. “Why didn’t you?”

The words cut deeper than any blade.

He looked at you then, taking in every fragile, exhausted detail- the way your breath came too shallowly, the slight tremor in your fingers, the sheen of sweat on your skin despite the chill in the room.

“Because I was a fool,” he said softly. “Because I let myself think you were fine without us.”

You didn’t answer, but the way your fingers curled just slightly around his told him enough.

When Johnny returned with the doctor, the room erupted into motion. You were carefully propped up, fed broth spoonful by spoonful, your pulse checked, and your temperature taken. The doctor’s diagnosis was both alarming and infuriating- stress-induced illness, made worse by malnutrition and exhaustion. It wasn’t until he began asking about your family history that the pieces truly started to click.

“You’ve been predisposed to this,” he explained, while they watched in silent, setting horror. “It’s genetic, though dormant in most cases. But stress- particularly prolonged stress- can trigger it. I’d wager it’s been simmering for weeks, if not months.”

Months.

Kyle and Johnny exchanged glances, and Simon looked like he was ready to tear someone apart. Mabe himself.

John didn’t move from your side.

“What does she need?” he demanded.

“Rest. Food. Care. But most importantly…” The doctor’s gaze swept across all of them. Rumors flew with the wind, and he was still not old enough to lose his hearing. “No more stress.”

John nodded firmly, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “You’ll have everything you need.” He promised.

But his words held no particular weight to you.

[anifever]

Dating Darry Curtis HC’s ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Darrel “Darry” Curtis x Fem!Reader

୨୧ : What I think dating ‘Superman’ would include

A/N : I’ve been busy but school’s out now so hopefully I can work on requests 💔. Also ily Jake Gyllenhaal but they should’ve never remade Roadhouse..

˖⁺‧₊˚ 🕊️ ˚₊‧⁺˖

୨ I hate to say it (not really), but you’re like a married couple

୨ The gang calls you mom and dad as a joke

୨ You guys are so sitting on a porch with wind chimes and birds chirping in the bg and the warmth of the sun hitting your skin coded

୨ You’re so disgustingly in love and it makes everyone sick

୨ I feel like bcs of how he’s portrayed and the responsibilities/stress he takes on from the entire gang, it makes him seem way older than he is

୨ That’s also probably due to Patrick Swayze being 31 instead of 20 while filming and also being 15 years older than C Thomas Howell irl instead of the 6 year age gap their characters actually had…

୨ Anyways, you help him actually act more his age

୨ You convince him to go out more, etc

୨ Everyone’s happy to see him let loose once in a while

୨ Like you guys mess around when you bake/cook together by throwing flour at each other and giggling omg I’m vomiting

୨ You guys are sometimes (very rarely) even spotted at Buck’s together and Dallas has to do a double take

୨ You also bribe the boys to give you guys or just him in general some alone time LMAO

୨ You absolutely slow dance in the kitchen. Idc.

୨ He’s the type to call you “a real treat” when you dress up or do something nice for him

୨ Going shopping together and him walking around with his lil’ glasses reading the grocery list while you push the cart

୨ Sitting in his lap while he reads the newspaper ohahahwbrbrbnrne

୨ You guys definitely met early on; slow burn

୨ You were SO ‘So High School’ by Taylor Swift when you were a little bit younger

୨ Been in the works of writing a ff abt that..

୨ FINALLY officially asked you out senior year for prom and you’ve been together since, even though you guys were in love way before that

୨ You definitely have to get in between his and Pony’s fights a lot

୨ Soda comes to you for advice, no matter what it is- he thinks it’s refreshing to have someone new to talk to rather than constant arguing, yada yada

୨ Dallas either flirts with you to piss Darry off or he has a relationship with you like he did with Mrs. Curtis. No in between.

୨ The type of man to give you foot massages

୨ On the contrary, you also massage his shoulders

୨ Johnny probably had a tiny crush on you when you first met him years back, but it went away when you guys started dating

୨ Went away to an extent at least..

୨ Him standing between your legs while you’re sat on the sink shaving his face for him GODODODODID

୨ He says “honey, I’m home” unironically

୨ He’s able to pick you up pretty easily no matter your weight

୨ He does it a lot and it’s mainly to show off LMAO

୨ You guys play checkers together and genuinely enjoy it which doesn’t help your mom/dad allegations

୨ EXTREMELY good at calming you down whether it’s a panic attack, etc

୨ He might lose his temper a lot on his brothers, but he never does it with you

୨ If he ever does accidentally snap at you, he apologizes to no end

୨ He’s touching you whenever he can; a hand on your waist, around your shoulder, keeping you on his lap, a finger in your belt loop, etc

୨ Speaking of belt loops, you pulling him in by the loops or his belt buckle to kiss him⁉️⁉️⁉️ I’m losing it

୨ Whenever any sort of errand needs to be run, he either forces Pony/Soda to do it, or makes you come with him alone

୨ He buys you flowers whenever he has the extra money ☹️

୨ Has his moms wedding ring kept someplace safe to give to you one day

୨ On another note, she loved you so much before she passed

୨ She was also constantly teasing him about you two when you guys were younger

୨ If he’s exhausted from work and flops onto the couch with you, don’t expect to be getting up anytime soon

୨ Back to the ‘him going out more’ point- you guys go to rodeos together whenever he knows Pony is being watched by someone else

୨ Calming lil’ picnics together by a lake

୨ He unfortunately will have to cancel plans a good amount because of work-related stuff, but you completely understand

୨ He’s pretty stubborn about letting you help with money, but he gives in sometimes

୨ You leave him cute notes in the lunch that he takes to work <\\3

୨ He for sure keeps a hand on your thigh or knee while driving

୨ There’s no doubt in my mind you’d grow old together

୨ He’s thankful for you in so many ways and is glad you’re able to help his life feel normal again and like an actual 20 year-old

[phoebejaysims]

Boutique Mod - DOWNLOAD

Inspired by the sims 2 shopping for clothes system, I present a sims 3 take on buying clothes, accessories and running a thriving boutique! Set up shifts, keep the racks stocked, and you might find yourself in profit!

Required:

Ambitions

NRAAS Master Controller + Integration Module

Optional:

ITF if you want to use the clothes mannequin and some visual effects.

Late Night if you want the animations for the security guard.

Seasons for extra interactions on the mannequin.

Savvy Seller Set for some visual and audio effects.

Full Documentation is included in the download. I spent a while writing it out, so please read thoroughly!

How Stores Work:

Set up a shift

Hire Employees (bosses count as employees so stores are fully functional with only one sim!)

Link at least one rack to the register

Open for business!

Employees:

Store employees can be given three types of roles: register attendant, sales attendant and security guard.

Employees will do their jobs automatically but you can always manually tell them to do things too like: restocking, dressing up mannequins, helping customers, among other things.

Customers:

Inactive and active sims can browse through the racks and have the ability to purchase items. They'll interact differently depending on if they are shopping at a clothes rack, accessory rack, or at a mannequin.

Inactives won't purchase outfits from mannequins unless you direct them to (or you enable auto-purchasing in the XML). However, they may "fake" buy clothes.

Once finished shopping, customers hold their bags and wait to be rung up! Take too long and they may abandon their purchase.

Shopping:

Adjust prices and restrict customers by age and gender to customise your store!

Clothes Racks:

Buy Clothes for your own sim, sims in your household, or (if you're an employee) suggest clothes for customers.

Employees that suggest clothes for customers can fulfil Ambition Stylist jobs this way.

Accessories Racks:

Choose accessories to be sold by adding them to the XML in the package file. The XML comes loaded with a few base game items already plus a couple modded items (Arsil's Sunglasses and lipstick - that won't be loaded unless you have them installed).

Sell buy-mode items as well as CAS items!

Make your CAS items wearable from your sim's inventory using your own meshes or my dummy accessory (see Documentation and XML for details).

Blacklist certain categories from being shown. If you want a dedicated shoe shop or an opticians, you can have it!

Try on products before buying them to see if they suit your sim. If there's a mirror in the room, they'll check themselves out in it.

Clothing Mannequin:

Try on the mannequin outfits to see if they suit your sim.

Plan different outfits to display and even set them to be rotated through seasonally.

Let your employees be creative and choose a random outfit for the mannequin to wear.

Buy clothes for your own sim, household members, or customers.

Allow or disallow inactives from automatically purchasing display outfits.

Security Gates:

Give your security guards something to stand and look threatening by.

You can try your luck at stealing from the shop. If you're caught, you'll have to pay up. If you get past the gates (or if there are no gates), enjoy your bounty!

Boutique Door:

Cloned from the Savvy Seller doors without the annoying 'kick-every-last-person-out-the-building-come-closing-time' feature.

Link this to a register and let the open and close sign automatically flip itself. Also, close the store or rename it, straight from the door.

Phone Interactions:

Ask for time off work (paid or unpaid).

Call in sick.

Cancel vacation days.

Credits and Thanks:

@dhalsims for adding geostates to the ITF rack for me. Modders, I really recommend her if you need any 3D models made also!

DouglasVeiga for the BG rack with the geostates.

@aroundthesims for allowing me to use her objects in my mod as always!

Sims 4 for all the animations that I converted.

Simstate & merchant mods for the idea to go into a mode to link racks to the register.

The OG shop for clothes mod and pedestal by @anitmb.

Arsil and @zoeoe-sims for wearable CAS items idea that I adapted.

Ani's Candle mod & Amb. Makeover XML which I looked at for inspo on how to do accessory rack xml.

Compatibility:

All new objects so shouldn't conflict with anything really.

Removes the 'plan outfit' interaction from dressers.

Made on version 1.67.

If you would like to donate as thanks, please feel free to do so at: my kofi! I don't take your generosity for granted!

Download: - Simblr.cc - 2t3 Boutique Mod Suggested Extra CC: - Lyralei's TS2 Conversions (incl. clothes changing booth) - More ATS3 Security Gates - ATS3 Friperie Set

Known issues, prop information and the full feature breakdown are all in the documentation.

Please be patient with me if there are bugs to fix. Also, anyone who DMs me "I don't know how to create a new shift" will be immediately fined £150.

With that said, please enjoy the mod and tag me in your beautiful boutiques,

Phoebe :)

[cosmicalily]

"heaven is a bedroom" a minho oneshot by @cosmicalily

author's note: okay so even though this wasn't on my publish schedule, i really loved it and wanted to put it out anyways! whilst the lyrics of this song don't totally fit with the theme, i thought the whole idea of the bedroom being like a safe space was really beautiful and based it off the title! my mum and i bond over drinking rosé, eating dark chocolate and doing puzzles together late at night (often with skz code in the bg lol) and i need a man who matches this niche comfort activity of mine, and i feel like lee minho would really fw puzzles. warnings: alcohol consumption, making out

The bedroom you and Minho had built for yourselves was less of a room for sleeping, and more of a nest for the two of you to comfortably exist alongside each other within. Minimal furniture, soft, freshly washed bed linen and a huge window with long navy curtains; simple, calming and easy on the eyes. A place to unwind.

After one of your first dates, Minho had invited you over to his apartment.

“I’m not expecting you to let me hit, I promise.” he assured you. “It’s too early for that. But I’d like to spend the evening with you.”

So you’d gone back to his, hands warm in each other’s. And when he’d let you in through the door, he had opened a bottle of wine, pulled out a puzzle, and lit a single lamp in the corner of his living room. It felt intimate, in a way that wasn’t lustful or desperate. It was cosy and familiar.

And as the two of you sat beside each other on the rug, placing pieces and chatting about anything and everything, one of his three cats on your lap, you’d felt something in your stomach settle. A sense of calm that hadn’t washed over your body in this kind of way for too long.

It had always been that way with Minho. The things that would have normally sent you into a spiral were settled into mere dust. Irrelevant when you had a person that simply got you, a person who loved and knew you through and through, in ways that you hadn’t thought were possible.

There was something permanent about Minho, a feeling you were thankful for.

Now, four years later, you sat on your shared bed, glass of red wine in hand, head resting against his shoulder as you worked on the large-scale Monet puzzle laid out on a tray in front of you. It had been a while since you’d had a pocket of peace like this together; you’d both been busy with work and had spent most nights falling asleep wordlessly, bodies entwined. But this evening, there was a power outage in your apartment block. There wasn’t any WiFi to answer work emails with, so you’d put your laptops to the side and moved into your bedroom. 

Whilst the candlelight was a little difficult to work with, the two of you had a knack for puzzles, identifying dips and curves in the pieces, knowing exactly where the next would go.

“Missed you,” you mumbled into Minho’s shoulder, slotting a piece into your growing patch of ocean.

“Mm? I’ve been around,” he replied, but pressed a light kiss to your cheek anyway, knowing you didn’t mean it physically. He set his wine glass down and moved his hand to your waist, gently squeezing and running his fingers along the soft skin. “It’s nice like this. Slower. Less to worry about.”

“I never worry when I’m with you, my love.”

Minho’s face stretched into a soft smile at that, and he moved the puzzle tray to the end of the bed, pulling you into his arms and kissing your forehead. “Good. You’re stuck with me, you know that, right?”

“I’m happy to be.”

Oh, drunk kisses with Minho were some of your favourite. There was a different side to him when he was like this; although he was never rough or cold with you, he was gentler and at times, sappy. Wanting you all over him, wanting to breathe in nothing but you.

But before his tongue slipped between your lips, he pulled away suddenly, head turning to glance at the rustling sound beside you.

Soonie, rather proudly, rolled through the sections of completed puzzle, purring gently.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it,” you smiled in amusement, cupping Minho’s cheek with your hand and pulling his face back towards yours.

Red wine had most likely trickled out of your tilted glass and onto the white sheets, but that was the least of your worries. Minho’s fingers were in your hair, his burgundy stained lips warm against yours. Somehow, it tasted better on his tongue; sweeter, softer, more fragrant. His kisses were desperate yet measured, taking time to trace his tongue around your mouth, savouring you, downing you slowly and intentionally.

You managed to set your glass down on the wooden table beside your bed, using your now free hand to hold his cheeks. His skin was soft and smooth, a little flushed and warm under your fingertips.

And the way the two of you slotted together, your legs wrapped around his waist and his chest against yours, you knew for sure that amongst the thousands of pieces in your world,

He’d always be the perfect fit.

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[thinkingotherwise]

I decided to publish the short stories about Basen that I had on my WIP list, for a long, long time, and I'm not sure I'll finish writing out the whole fic.

Basen x Fem! Seamstress! reader

First meeting HC and short stories

HC of some first interactions between the two as well as some bg info

(Y/n) BG info

(Y/n)'s very pretty and quickly catches the attention of nearby people with her light purple hanfu kimonos and gentle smile.

Because of her working mostly for Verdigris House, she knows a lot of things when it comes to conducting conversations and pleasing other people.

Inside her home, she's very disorganised and usually wears clothes with ink stains, because of her drawing new dresses. She has many pieces of materials and clothing, which are the only things that seem to be organised in her room.

She is often seen to be carrying a tube for her designs and/or a new dress in a pretty package.

She's not super strong that she could fight someone but she is strong enough to carry the materials she needs and she is agile and quick enough to run away if in trouble.

She's easily flustered and her cheeks are warm almost all the time. She doesn't wear makeup. Of course, like in Maomao's case the Madam from Verdigris wants her to be a courtesan but she disagrees, she thinks she's not pretty enough and has almost no tolerance for alcohol.

She prefers creating dresses and hanfu kimonos for other people.

She tries to be nice and kind to everyone she meets but if someone disrespects her she won't hold herself back to tell them off. She spends most of her money on new materials and clothes and with the rest she tries to help some people, that can't afford food or medicine.

Her father works at the police while her mother helps taking care of her siblings's children. Her father is very protective of his only daughter but hesitantly agrees to let her work as a seamstress for Verdigris.

MaoMao and (Y/n)

Maomao and (Y/n) are friends, as both girls while working at Verdigris met up and talked about different things usually about plants that can dye the fabrics or make the texture different.

(Y/n) is slightly older than Maomao, so whenever they meet she worries about the younger girl, especially after knowing how the apothecary tests poison on herself.

(Y/n) is sometimes called (N/n) as a term of endearment by those close to her: Maomao, the Three Princesses, Madam, and her family. She gets flustered when someone else calls her that, she especially flushes when someone she finds attractive calls her that.

First meeting

Basen was waiting for Maomao to be her attendant for another poison-connected task. When the apothecary finally appeared he turned towards the carriage but didn't notice the girl rushing with a tube and package in tow and bumped into her making her fall.

Maomao instantly recognised the girl and helped her get up while collecting the package as the girl grabbed the tube. "(N/n), what are you doing here? Are you rushing to Verdigris?" Maomao asked. The older girl wiped the dirt from her hanfu and turned happily to her friend. "Maomao, I'm happy to see you. No, I've just bought the new materials and can't wait to get to work on this new hanfu that I thought of." She smiled brightly and took a good look at the shorter girl. "You look happy, is it a new poison?" (Y/n) asked and Maomao joyfully nodded and wanted to talk but a cough cut her off. "Apothecary, we need to go. I don't have time for your chit-chats. I'm sorry Lady (N/n) but we must be on our way." Basen said firmly.

The older girl immediately flustered when she heard him call her by the nickname. She stared at him taking in his pretty eyes and good figure. Maomao giggled at the same time knowing well enough why her friend was so flustered. "I- I see. Then Maomao you can come visit me in my workshop after you're finished. I'm sorry for stopping you Sir, have a nice day." (Y/n) said quickly and turned in the direction she was going quickly running to her workshop.

Basen followed the girl with his gaze before turning back to the apothecary who was grinning widely. "Get in." He told her motioning towards the carriage and sat beside her.

Getting to know his name

"Master Jinshi, Sir Gaoshun, this is my friend (Y/n). She's working as a seamstress mostly for Verdigris." "It's a pleasure to meet you Master Jinshi, Sir Gaoshun. I'm thankful you're taking such good care of Maomao." "Wait, I thought her name was (N/n)." Basen asked confused as his gaze moved to (Y/n).

The girl flushed at that and shook her head before turning towards the younger male. "That's a nickname of sorts that my family and friends call me." He blushed after hearing that and bowed down. "I apologize for calling you that, Miss (Y/n)." "It's fine. In return, you can tell me your name." She smiled softly at him pointing the fact that all this time he hadn't introduced himself. "Aah.. my name is Basen, I'm the second son of Gaoshun and attendant of Master Jinshi." "It's nice to officially meet you Basen."

Gaoshun raises his brow at the conversation between the two and Maomao grinned. "So you're a seamstress? Isn't your father a police officer?" A voice called and (Y/n) turned towards the purple-haired male. "Yes, I sew hanfu mostly for the courtesans but I had some made for other officials as well. As for my father, yes he works in the police."

A little private cliche moment

"Miss (Y/n), what are you doing up there?" A voice called behind the girl making her startled. "Whaa-" The seamstress fell down the ladder as the male voice surprised her.

She closed her eyes before meeting the floor but all she heard was a grunt and she felt something holding her tightly. (Y/n) opened her eyes to be met with Basen who flushed under her gaze but his hold on her stayed and she slowly relaxed in his arms leaning against his chest. "Sir Basen, you surprised me. Why are you here?" She questioned and he sighed before responding. "Master Jinshi is asking for your presence" "Oh, did something happen to Maomao? Why would he need me?" (Y/n) asked slightly worried for her friend. "The apothecary is good, don't worry. It's something about a dress for someone in the rear court, that's all I know."

The seamstress's eyes glimmered at the mention of the rear court and she shivered at the possibility of her sewing a dress that would be worn by someone there. Basen felt the girl shiver in excitement and smiled seeing her gleaming eyes. "Well then, let's go." The girl said, smiling brightly, making Basen automatically turn towards the doors of her workshop. She then giggled and made the attendant stop when she patted his shoulder.

"I think you should let me down before we leave." At her words, Basen noticed that he still held her against his chest and quickly put her down stepping away and turning around to hide his red face. "I'm sorry about that." "No need, well I'm thankful you caught me when I was falling." She smiled in his direction noticing the red colouring even the back of his neck and his ears.

When he didn't say anything (Y/n) collected some of her things necessary for her work and stepped towards the doors. "Well then, can we go, or do you need another minute?" She teased him softly and he jumped at her insinuation. Basen coughed loudly and turned to her with a lighter blush then before moving towards the doors. "Let's go."

[pbnbucks]

Britney with a short gf ( maybe 5’2-4 bc BG is tall asf 6’9 ) anyways like imagine her going thru something and need comfort and Britney just holds her and hugs her then it leads to comfort smut yk

word count : 350

warnings : filth, smut, fingering

summary : your sick and brittney takes care of you

song : Anxious by Ginuwine || Play Dat Shit !

you lay in bed as sick as one can be with a stuffy nose unable to breathe as brittney try’s her best to make you feel comfortable.

her begins rubbing your back along with turning the air conditioning to the lowest setting as you lay naked on your stomach drenched in a pool of sweat.

“i know what will make you feel better?” you hum in response willing to do anything to get your mind of the pain of your sickness.

“just sit still baby and let me make you feel good” she says making her way down to your warm folds running her thick finger through your wet slick.

you let out a hum rewarding her action as her head dives down to give soft kitten licks running through your tender folds making you whine.

“i got you princess, just keep that pretty mouth moving” she says waiting for your moans to continue.

your whines remain praising brittney’s actions as her own wetness pools in her panties turning her on more than ever.

her skilled fingers continue to pump in and out of your entrance as your stomach twisted and turned making your breath hitch with each thrust.

her free hand resting on the side of your butt cheek holding you still as her coated fingers continue there pleasure making you turn into putty in her grasp.

“mmm- fuck b” you cry out as your walls clench around her fingers while she works you up to finish your orgasm.

“go on princess, i know you wanna cum” she coos placing soft kisses on your inner thighs speeding up her movements.

your liquids coat her gentle fingers that where stuffed inside of you working you up as her soft screams leave your mouth shoving yourself back down on her fingers.

she rubs your lower butt cheek before placing a smack on the same spot before exiting her fingers from your sopping cunt placing a kiss on your forehead.

“my beautiful princess” she coos holding you on her lanky arms now turning on your guys favorite movies to binge watch together.

[enhard]

heyy loved the taehyun fic dress code!! please could you do a dom! beomgyu fic where both beomgyu and the reader are in an elevator and beomgyu starts fingering you trying not to get caught by the people entering on each floor. by the end of it the reader has squirted all over the elevator floor and quickly cleans it up before running home where they both fuck desperate for each other

thank you for the request!! this is an amazing idea anon jfjskdjss

two bg fics one after the other LETS GO!!

(this is so ass im sorry for not doing you justice���)

choi beomgyu — “first floor”

pairing: dom!c.bg x fem!reader

cw: SMUT, fingering, degrading kink, semi/public sex lmk if i missed anything, established relationship

ever since seeing beomgyu in the gym working out, you couldn’t handle not being used by him right there.

of course you couldn’t do anything about it but you needed to let him know that it was a big thought of yours.

as you’re about to get to the elevator to leave the gym, you jump in his arms, immediately begging him to do anything he wants to you. you’re way too desperate to beat it around the bush..

“love.. please. make me feel good please i need you so baddd..” you whine, whispering in his ear.

he holds you close, walking over to the elevator. you’re supposed to go down only 5 levels. that’s not a lot right? well.. i guess a lot can happen in those 5 levels.

he bites your neck as he enters the elevator, smiling at you like never before.

“okay baby, let me make you cum.” you get a bit shocked at his words i mean.. in the elevator?? but you act quick, getting off him and already grabbing his hand down to your legs. he loves how excited you suddenly got, finding you so adorable.. his pretty slut.

“you need to keep quiet though love. someone might get on.” you nod while grabbing on his arm.

he finally shoves his hand up your skirt, down to your panties while he starts rubbing you with his fingers. you quietly moan, strengthening your grasp on his arm.

“fuck.. keep going” you close your eyes, enjoying the pleasure. but then suddenly, the elevator stops. someone is about to get in and you dont know how to react. luckily its not that visible that he has his hand in your panties. there’s two people, having a conversation right in front of you. beomgyu keeps going despite the people in the elevator, even shoving his two fingers inside you.

you let out a little sound, trying your best to be quiet.. but you can’t help it.

“shh you slut, you’ll get us in trouble.” he whispers, slowly putting his hand over your mouth. he keeps fingering you, until those two people leave. then he really starts getting rough, curling his fingers up inside you, the sounds of his palm slapping against your thighs echoing all around the metal room.

you almost can’t handle it anymore when another person walks in. they’re in a call, again luckily, so beomgyu keeps going a bit slower this time, to cancel out the sound. his fingers are still so deep inside you, and he uses his thumb to rub your clit. it’s way too much and if that person doesn’t leave then you’ll cum right there.

what feels like an eternity, they leave the elevator as you reach the 2nd floor.

beomgyu sees that, so he’s determined to make you cum before you have to get off.

he picks up his pace again, trying his best to make you cum. “come on baby, squirt all over me. i know you want to.” his words making you clench around his fingers.

you close your eyes and let out a moan as you squirt everywhere. all over his hand, the elevator floor, even your skirt a bit. you breathe two times, then start panicking that you need to clean up as fast as you can.

with beomgyu’s help, you succeed cleaning everything up with some tissues, before looking down and seeing how horny beomgyu got from that.

you smile at him, hugging his waist. “love… you’re rock hard..” he smiles back, a bit embarrassed.. “well.. how can i not be when you’re so hot?” you grab his hand, running out of there so fast just so no one sees you. —

you finally get home and beomgyu roughly pushes you down on your bed, getting on top of you. “it’s your fault for making me this desperate. now let me fuck you so hard you’ll regret doing this to me.”

you run your hands under his shirt, biting his lip first. “i need you so deep inside me please.”

he slaps your mouth while grabbing you by the throat. “let me show you whore, you’re all mine.” he throws his lips onto yours, getting desperate to fuck you already.

maybe you won’t be so lucky to not get caught next time you reach 1st floor.

[justporo]

Hi JustPoro! I wanted to share an observation with you. Maybe you can turn this into some headcanon, fanfic or just share your thoughts on it? I just started my second BG run, romancing Astarion again. I didn't really see/notice it months ago on my first run, but now it's so obvious that when Astarion is sincere he always touches his own hands and fingers, like a tell. One moment he leans forward, looks you in the eye, spreads his arms, demanding all your attention. But the next moment he looks to the side, his words become smaller, he puts his hands in front his body and starts playing with his fingers, basically shrinking back into himself, even if he still smiles. It happens a few times and it's such a heartbreaking detail. How do you think the Tav would react when they first catch on to this?

Hi Anon, thank you so much for hopping in my inbox. And oh, this is a very good observation. So I wanted to write a little drabble about it.

If you see any typos: no you don't (it's not proofread, psst)

As a former thief you knew a tell when you saw one.

Because back in your thieving days it was part of your set of skills needed to survive. You had to know when someone was trying to rip you off. 

Astarion had a tell. Quite an obvious one too.

You hadn’t fully figured out yet what it was he was lying to you about or trying to hide from you. But it was clear that something was up, something going on behind these unusual crimson eyes, whenever he started to fidget with his hands.

Admittedly, you probably had figured it out as quickly as you did because you had stared at his hands quite often. They were beautiful hands: quite big, long, elegant and immaculately cared for fingers. You had to admit you had a thing for hands; but Astarion’s especially.

You knew exactly what those hands could do: from lockpicking even the meanest locks and making it look like magic in its own respect to dramatically being flailed around to underline the point the vampire was making; to oh so easily finding this delicate spot between your legs, caressing it, toying with it, making you lose your mind - with nothing but a touch of those fingers.

But the physical intimacy you had shared didn’t mean you were on the same terms in other aspects of your relationship.

And so the first time you noticed Astarion’s small nervous habit you didn’t let it show that you had noticed. It had been a delicate subject obviously. One of those rare moments where the vampire let precious details of his past slip.

From just the few things he had shared with you, you could imagine the horrors he must have lived through.

And from the way his body gave him away, you were sure of the pain it still caused him.

It was when his shoulders fell, his whole body basically folding in on himself from his usual cocksure flamboyant posture and attitude. His ruby eyes seemed leagues and eons away, still lingering agony swimming in them.

Those were the moments where unconsciously he started to nervously play around with his hands, obviously not even noticing. Tugging on the fingers of the other hand, pressing the thumb into the palm of the other - as if trying to give himself at least a bit of reassurance or to pull himself back by the pressure applied. And then the moment quickly passed again. Hands falling to his side again.

And so you took note but remained silent.

Until this fateful night back at Moonrise towers when Astarion had made a confession to you, you hadn’t ever expected.

Immediately it had been obvious how upsetting and strenuous it must have been for him to bring himself to even bring it up with you. So much so that you were sure he must be close to ripping his own fingers off judging by the way he worked while he opened up about his feelings for you.

So if this wasn’t the moment which would it ever be? As Astarion kept speaking you stepped closer, his eyes immediately growing big and round. So obviously afraid. Not of but of what he feared was about to happen. His words died on his lips as the vampire could only stand and watch, positively becoming a statue. His hands froze in position in front of his chest.

That’s where you gently grabbed them from with your own. He let you. Too shocked to react in any other kind of way.

“Did you notice,” you began as you started to gently massage them “that you tug on your hands when you’re upset or nervous or…” You blushed a little as you didn’t manage to finish your question, letting your gaze drop from his to where his hands were mingled with yours.

“I do?” Astarion replied bewildered, fully thrown off his groove and what he had planned to say.

You nodded, still not able to look up at him again, but kept softly soothing his fingers.

Silence fell between you as you kept going, feeling how your warmth spread to him.

After a long while you found the courage to look Astarion in the eyes again. He seemed transformed. A gentle smile was tugging on his lips, eyes full of warmth and kindness. None of that fearful behaviour that made him sink into himself but also none of the cocky performance he so often put on.

Instead, Astarion seemed genuine. Probably more so than you had seen him be this far.

And when he finally continued his speech, you felt more of that. All while you kept holding onto his hands. And - as you felt by the end of it - as he was holding onto yours.

Later, you of course still noticed those moments when Astarion nervously toyed around with his hands. But now you had no good reason to not go and do something about it.

So, whenever you noticed it happening you softly grabbed his hands, untangled his fingers and wrapped them with yours. Or pressed your palm against his. Or kissed his fingers one by one. Until the moment had passed.

And later still, when Astarion had started to learn to rely on you, you found he sometimes came to you, grabbing your hands for a bit of support. You squeezed his in reassurement and let your thumb wander over the back of his hand in these moments - until he squeezed back. A silent thank you, you’ve come to know.

[fratboykate]

Okay woahhh!! What was Yelena’s reaction to the interview? Something tells me she’ll be a little bit pissed/guarded at first? Cuz why after all this time is Kate saying that on tv and not to her? Or is Kate just so hot in the interview cuz I get it, Yelena is only human. Is she not with Monica anymore at this point? How do they break up? I am foaming at the mouth. BG wasn’t even my favorite AU of yours but your obsession with it has roped me in and now it’s haunting my every thought!!!

oh boy Yelena is not going to be happy is she. I do not see this confrontation ending well. we technically still have one year left sooo 👀👀👀

//-\\

Here's 4.8k of...yeah...lol

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Yelena wakes before the sun.

The alarm buzzes at 4:30AM, low and discreet, just enough to rouse her without disturbing the body taking up the other half of the bed. The room is still. Painted in shadows. She lies for a moment, eyes open, listening. The hush of the house. The distant bark of a dog. The slow, even rhythm of breath beside her.

Jemma Simmons is sprawled on her stomach, one arm slung across Yelena’s ribs, the other tucked beneath the pillow. Brown hair tousled, fanned across the mattress. Yelena’s old t-shirt bunched high on her thigh and one bare shoulder exposed in the faint moonlight. Cheek pressed into the sheets, lips parted.

Yelena moves carefully. Untangles. Rolls free of the blankets with precision. Her feet hit the floorboards exactly where they always do. The floor is cold. It doesn’t bother her.

Jemma shifts. Her breathing changes, but she doesn’t wake. Yelena glances back once. She lets herself look.

Then she moves. Like a soldier. She dresses in the dark. Sports bra, sweats, old sneakers. Pulls her hair into a tight braid.

///

Her gym downstairs is state-of-the-art, and already humming to life by 4:42. Protein powder, filtered water, a banana she hates but forces down. She moves through the space in silence. Reps, sets, pull-ups. Bag work. Fifteen minutes on the rowing machine. Her bra darkens with perspiration. Sweat beads at the small of her back. Her skin glows with heat.

She trains in silence. No music. Just the rhythm of her breath and the soft clack of weights, the churn of the treadmill, the occasional grunt as she pushes through a last set.

Two scars catch the overhead light when she rotates. One beneath her ribs. One under her clavicle. Clean entry wounds. Clean exits. Two bullets she never dodged. Both taken for the same woman.

She doesn’t think about that anymore.

///

By 5:30 she’s got a second protein shake in one hand and a phone in the other. Her Bluetooth buds are in. She’s halfway through a video call with her team in Tokyo while simultaneously scanning an incident report from a venue in São Paulo. One of her clients, a pop star barely old enough to rent a car, had a stalker get too close during a meet and greet. The guy was apprehended. Security held. But Yelena still rips into them in two separate languages.

Her phone pings. Updates from the London team. A CEO’s daughter got spooked mid-vacation. Wants her detail reassessed before the next stop. Yelena sends a voice note:

“Pull Rollins and Falsworth from the production in South Africa, reassign them to her. Put two advance on the ground. Sweep the primary lodging top to bottom before touchdown. Perimeter, locks, staff, and adjacent units. If anything’s off, scrap it. Have her team relocate her. Give them options we’ve already cleared on previous runs.”

///

Yelena showers at 7:00 sharp. The water runs hot. She leans into it. Eyes closed. Head tilted back. Steam curling to her skin. She exhales slowly, centering herself.

When she steps out, towel slung low, Jemma’s already up…propped against pillows, tablet in hand, glasses slipping down her nose.

“You’re terrifying when you talk logistics,” Jemma murmurs without looking up.

“Did I wake you up?” Yelena asks, toweling off.

“Sort of. They must’ve fucked up bad.”

“They let someone on our watch list get close enough to grab a mic stand. Should’ve never made it past secondary. I have no patience for bullshit mistakes.”

Jemma looks over her glasses. Smirks.

“You’re sexy when you’re bossy.”

Yelena’s eyebrows lift. A hum, deep in her throat. Yelena climbs back into bed. Jemma tugs the towel loose from Yelena’s body.

"Yeah?"

Jemma tosses the tablet aside. “Yeah.”

Jemma pulls her in by the wrist. Kisses her slow. Familiar. Body still warm from sleep, tongue lazy and teasing. What follows isn’t rushed. It’s the opposite. Familiar. Slow. Hands tracing territory already claimed. Jemma mouths at the edge of one scar. Then the other. Yelena doesn’t stop her. They move together like people who’ve mapped and memorized each other’s bodies. Grounded. The rhythm easy, natural, no fumbling. No urgency. Just heat and trust and skin.

Jemma rolls on top. Yelena lets her.

///

A faint gold glow across the sheets. The sun’s high in the sky by the time it ends. Jemma sprawled half on top of her. Yelena’s hands threaded in her hair. Their breaths syncing again. Jemma pulls back, eyes still heavy.

“You’re not as scary in the morning as you pretend to be.”

“Not with you…But I can be if you want me to.”

“You can be mean to me tonight.” Jemma says playfully.

Yelena smiles, hums.

“Do I have to wait?”

Jemma shakes her head no. Yelena grins, rolls them over. Her turn to be on top.

///

By 8:30 they’re barefoot in the kitchen. Yelena makes omelets. Jemma handles coffee. Jemma insists on grapefruit today. Yelena grimaces through it.

The news plays softly in the background. Jemma leans against the counter in one of Yelena’s hoodies, texting someone from the lab. There’s laughter. Eye contact. Shared glances over mugs of coffee. There’s a rhythm to the way they move. Brushing shoulders, grazing knuckles as they pass plates around, things handed over before the other even asks. A domesticity that used to feel foreign and now just…is.

They talk about scheduling. About whose turn it is to pick up the dry cleaning. About a conference Jemma’s supposed to fly out for next month. About someone needing to make a toilet paper run.

It’s solid. Happy. The kind of quiet, stable, good that doesn’t have to declare itself out loud. Normal in a way Yelena never imagined for herself.

They’re talking about kids. Not casually. Not vaguely. Not someday. Not maybe. Real conversations. Late at night. About timelines. About space. About where the nursery would go. Maybe Yelena has to live without an office? Yelena never thought she’d want that. Now it’s all she can think about.

Jemma leans in to kiss her goodbye. Then leans in again, just because.

///

At 9AM, Yelena’s at HQ. Her office is in West Hollywood. Sleek, secure, top floor of a building she now owns. Her firm’s name is not on the directory. On purpose.

Inside: organized chaos. A war room humming with screens, feeds, overlapping time zones. Field teams repporting in. Voices cutting in over comms.

She moves through it like this is her kingdom. It is.

Conference calls. Secure transfers. Clearance checks. She personally interviews a last-minute hire because the background check smells off. She wasn’t wrong.

By noon she’s reviewed three clients’ travel itineraries, coordinated a security sweep for a private retreat in Napa, and told a Netflix VP to fire an entire on-site detail after a leak to TMZ.

Her clients are all famous. Or rich. Or both. People who live under glass and pretend they don’t feel the heat through it. Her day is tour schedules, film sets, and paparazzi choke points. Yelena makes sure they’re protected. She sees the threats no one else does. She’s not the kind of CEO who delegates and disappears. She’s hands-on. Present. Sharp enough to catch shit before it happens.

She handles it all with crisp efficiency, reading off her tablet while pacing the length of her office.

When an intern knocks, Yelena doesn’t stop moving.

“Double espresso,” Yelena says.

“Of course,” the girl stammers. “Your mother called. Said she’ll meet you at the café. Said you’ll know which one.”

Yelena nods. Doesn’t look up. The girl vanishes.

///

At 2PM, she meets her mother for lunch.

They always pick the same place. A quiet Russian café tucked into a side street in Culver City. No signage in English. Chairs that creak when you shift your weight. Melina likes it because “the pelmeni still taste like home.”

The waitstaff knows them. Yelena doesn’t need a menu. Orders on autopilot. They share everything.

Melina arrives in sunglasses, hair pulled back, posture queen-straight. She slides a plate across the table. Pickled vegetables, black bread, fresh dill. Always the same.

“I’m not dead yet,” she says when Yelena raises an eyebrow. “You should still eat.”

They do. They gossip. Melina tells a scandalous story about her neighbor’s new pool boy. Yelena rolls her eyes and snorts into her tea.

Then Melina tilts her head. Watches her. Smiles.

“You are different. Less…angry.”

“I’m too old for angry.” Yelena argues with a laugh.

“It suits you.” Yelena shrugs, not quite denying it. “She is good for you.” Melina adds, casual but direct. “Are you going to do it?”

“What?”

“The baby.”

Yelena sips her tea. Lets the steam fog her sunglasses for a moment before she answers.

“We’re talking about it.” A pause. Then, Yelena speaks again. A quiet admission that comes with a small smile. “More than talking…We made the appointment.”

Melina stills. Her fork pauses mid-air. Then she smiles, not just with her mouth, but fully, deeply, and reaches across the table. Squeezes Yelena’s hand. Once. Firm.

“You will be great mother.”

“Nothing’s happened yet.” Yelena deflects. “We’re keeping expectations low. It might be a while.”

Melina nods but doesn’t let go of her hand. Yelena hesitates. Her voice goes even lower, less certain:

“She wants to get married.”

Melina lifts a brow. “And?”

“I just…” Melina waits. “Not again, you know? I don’t have it in me again. But she wants it. And if we’re bringing a kid into this, maybe it shouldn’t matter what I want.”

Melina looks at her. Really looks.

“It matters,” Melina argues. “But so does being honest about what you are capable of giving.”

Yelena nods. Drains the rest of her tea. Doesn’t say more.

///

Yelena gets home just after seven.

Dinner’s already on. The house smells like garlic and lemon and butter and something roasted. Jemma’s in the kitchen. Hair twisted up, dancing barefoot in an oversized t-shirt as she stirs something fragrant.

Music plays low. Wine waits on the counter, half-poured. The scene is stupidly homely. Lovely in a way that used to scare her.

Jamma sings a few lines under her breath. Yelena pads up behind her. Wraps her arms around her waist. Kisses the side of her neck. Says nothing.

They take advantage of the nice weather and eat on the patio. The city hums around them. Legs are tangled under the chairs. No makeup. No rush. No pretense. Just clinking forks, passing glances, chuckles. Just this. Just them.

“Thoughts on Phil if it’s a boy,” Jemma tosses out between bites, clearly joking.

“Only if his middle name is Jerome.”

“Absolutely not.”

///

After dinner, they curl into the plush couch.

Jemma picks a documentary. Some Midwest cold case. It’s her thing. Yelena’s already internally mocking but tolerating for the sake of harmony. Her hand drapes on Jemma’s thigh. They’re warm. Safe. Quiet.

Jemma throws a blanket over them both. Mutters theories under her breath about the murder weapon. Yelena hums in vague agreement and half-listens as she curls against Jemma, tablet in hand, scrolling through reports.

///

Half an hour in, her phone buzzes.

Once. Then again. Then a flood. A dozen times in under a minute. Texts, calls, group chat pings, Instagram tags. Her lock screen is a storm.

Melina: “Are you seeing this?”

Friend: “stay off twitter”

Yelena frowns, confused. Jemma’s phone lights up too. She checks a message. Her expression shifts.

Instinct tells Yelena she should not stay off Twitter. The minute she opens the app…Her name is trending. So is Kate’s. It takes three seconds to find the clip.

Are you still IN LOVE with her? Yes…I’ll always love her.

The quote’s everywhere. Block-lettered across screenshots. Sliced into reaction edits. Millions of views. Millions more to come.

Yelena doesn’t move. Jemma looks over. Concerned. Quiet.

“You okay?”

Yelena stares at the screen. Then sets the phone down, walks into the kitchen, and pours a glass of water she doesn’t touch.

“You want to talk about it?” Jemma follows, voice soft.

“No.”

Yelena leans against the counter. Arms crossed. Jaw set. Silent. She doesn’t go back to the couch. Doesn’t finish the documentary. Jemma leaves her be.

///

Yelena doesn’t sleep. Not a minute.

Jemma dozes off sometime after midnight, warm against Yelena's back. But Yelena just lies there. Staring at the ceiling. Jaw clenched. Mind racing.

The clock hits 2:04 AM.

Then 3:17.

Yelena reaches for her phone. Notifications are still coming in. She clears them, texts Alexei.

Yelena: Were you on set for the interview?

She gets an instant reply.

Alexei: yes

Yelena: Why didn’t you warn me?

Alexei: not my place. and u would have avoided it. u needed to hear

Yelena stares at the screen. Doesn’t type anything else. She sets the phone down, turns it over on the nightstand. Lies back, eyes wide open. Jemma shifts in her sleep, reaching for her in the dark.

Yelena doesn't avoid her sleepy grip. She closes her eyes. Sleep never comes.

///

The morning after the interview, Yelena and Jemma open the front door and see hell.

Kate has the gates, the security booth, the ten-foot walls. Yelena has a quiet house on a regular block. Open driveway. Clear line of sight. She now realizes…too late…that was a catastrophic security oversight.

Because the second the door swung open, the flashes exploded.

A wall of paparazzi stands at the edge of her property. Lenses already lifted. At least twenty deep. The sound of shutters like a swarm of mechanical insects. Low murmurs crest into shouts. A few push forward into the hedges. One jackass calls, “Smile for Kate!” like he thinks he’s clever.

Yelena levels him with a stare that could shatter concrete.

Jemma pauses mid-step, briefcase in hand, frozen in the threshold. Yelena pulls her back inside. She rams the door shut, thinks for a beat, then steps directly in front of her.

“Stay behind me.” Yelena orders, tense.

Jemma nods. Offers a comforting smile. Calm.

“Are you gonna bodyguard me? Hot.”

Yelena can’t bring herself to smile back. She grabs Jemma’s hand, swings the door open, and charges straight into the circus. She pushes through them, fury in every step.

Yelena hears a loud whirr. Glances up…A fucking drone? Seriously?!

The shouting intensifies. Questions are barked in three languages. About the interview. About Kate. About the marriage. About whether she’s seen it. What she thought.

Yelena shouts over them, commanding.

“BACK. THE. FUCK. UP.”

The words crack, loud and lethal. It lands. The front row jolts. Cameras lower. They’re not dealing with some delicate publicist or panicked assistant. They weren’t expecting a guard dog with high cheekbones. It buys Yelena a five-second window.

Yelena clears the path in three steps. She yanks open Jemma’s door and shields her as she slides in. Then she leans into the car.

“Take the canyon route. Don’t stop. I’ll have guys waiting at your office.”

Jemma squeezes Yelena’s hand. Yelena steals a kiss. Fast, intimate, tired. The flashes catch it from five angles.

“Be safe.” Jemma urges, soft.

Yelena shuts the door, turns. Her eyes say 'don’t even think about it'. The photographers part. She watches Jemma’s car vanish down the street. Then, without a glance back, she walks inside and slams the door.

///

Ten minutes later, Yelena is behind the wheel. Driving to Calabasas. To Kate.

By the time she gets there, she’s boiling hot.

If her house was bad, Kate’s is a siege. Kate’s street looks like a premiere. Cars double-parked. Photographers pacing. Reporters waiting with notepads in hand. Lenses glint like sniper scopes. Everyone is hunting for a quote, a sighting, a slip.

They’re not at the door…her team’s trained too well for that…but they’re everywhere else.

Her guys clock her immediately. One steps out of the gate and gives a silent nod. She rolls the window down just enough.

“If anyone breaches, I want them face-down on the pavement.”

He nods. Awkward.

Inside, the tension’s thick enough to choke on. Every single person on the property has at least seen The Clip. Everyone knows what Kate said.

And now Yelena’s here.

She feels the change as she rides up. Eyes flick toward her then back away. No one on shift makes a peep. No one has to.

Not a word is spoken when Yelena charges right up to the door and simply…….walks in. No knocking. No announcing herself. Just straight in.

///

Yelena storms down the hall. Her boots crush the floor, every step echoing like a war drum. She storms past the framed art, the grand piano, the little touches she picked out back when this house still felt theirs.

Kate leans out of the kitchen, dish towel in hand, confusion clouding her features. Then she sees her. Sees the fervor in her eyes. The rage in her stance. Sees the way Yelena is coming directly at her like a missile. Kate doesn’t even get to speak.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” She snarls. “There’s a sea of paps outside my house.” Kate opens her mouth, but Yelena’s already steamrolling her. “They’re camped outside my driveway. I had to scream just so Jem…so my girlfriend could back out without getting blinded. They’re hounding my office. My mother, Kate. My mother. Have you looked outside? I’m going to have to double your detail.”

Kate leans against the counter. Calm. Irritatingly so. Her smirk is soft, not smug.

“Not exactly what I thought you’d be worried about.”

Wrong answer. The fucking audacity. Yelena’s voice booms, points hard enough to jab the air.

“You think this is funny?”

“No.”

“You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to blow up my life because you’re feeling reflective on camera.”

“I’m not trying to blow up your life.” Kate retorts, maddeningly even.

“You’re a goddamn bomb, Kate.”

“And you used to love that.”

“Fucking Christ.”

“I didn’t plan for it to happen like this.”

“Didn’t plan for it?! You sat on global television and told the entire world you’re still in love with me.”

“Because I am.” Kate’s eyes don’t waver.

The silence that follows is knife-edged. Then Yelena laughs. Bitter. Humorless.

“You really think you can just say that and what…I’ll fall into your arms? That’s not how this works.” Yelena’s eyes flash. Her chest rises and falls too fast.

“I don’t want to unravel your life. I want you to live it. With me.” Kate steps forward. Not threatening. Just certain.

“You can’t say that.” Yelena snaps.

“It’s the truth.”

“I built something. Piece by piece. A good life. Really fucking good, Kate. I earned the peace. I earned the quiet. And you…YOU…don’t get to show up and set it on fire.”

“You did earn that.”

“Don’t fucking patronize me.”

“I’m not. I want that peace for you. I just want to be part of it.”

“Fuck you.”

“I meant what I said.” Kate steps closer.

“You always do. You just never care what it costs. You pull the pin, walk away smiling, then act surprised when the room explodes.”

“I didn’t walk away. I’m right here.”

“That’s your problem. It’s always Kate’s fucking world. Kate’s fucking timing. You get to decide when it matters. And the rest of us just have to fall in line. What did you think was going to happen? Huh? I’d come running? You think I’d what…drop everything because you got brave ten years too late?”

“I just want you to come home. Because I never stopped loving you. And you never stopped loving me.”

Yelena’s eyes narrow. Her breathing sharpens. But she doesn’t move.

“You have no clue how I feel.”

Kate steps forward again.

“You think I haven’t tried to be happy for you?” Closer. “That I haven’t wanted to call every single day?”

Another step. Yelena backs off. Once. Kate keeps moving. They’re only inches apart now. This time, Yelena doesn’t move. She holds her ground. Kate lifts her hands. Reverent. She cradles Yelena’s face like it’s breakable.

“I fucked up,” Kate’s voice is steady. Assured. “I fucked up when I let you walk out of that trailer. When I didn’t fight. When I let you not talk to me. When I signed the papers. I thought it was the right thing. The respectful thing. Letting you go. I was wrong. I’ve always been wrong.”

Kate’s thumb brushes the edge of Yelena’s cheekbone. Then her jaw. The same touch she’s carried in memory for almost a decade. Her voice is quiet.

Yelena’s breath is warm. Close. Kate’s eyes dart to her lips. Yelena shoves her and her hands away.

“I’m not a fucking cheater.”

“I never said you were.”

“You need to fuck off.” Yelena hurries toward the door. Then whirls around double speed. Right up to Kate. “We’re going in for an IVF consult next week. We’re having a baby. You don’t get to come back and play emotional goddamn chicken with my life.”

“Do it with me. Have a baby with me.” Kate’s voice doesn’t waver. Not an inch.

Yelena stares like she’s just been stabbed. She backs off. Puts distance between them.

“Are you fucking insane?”

“I’ve never felt clearer actually.”

“You’re actually deranged.”

“I want everything we talked about. The family. The life. The future. All of it. I meant it then. I still do.”

“You’ve lost your mind.”

“No, I'm just...stupidly in love with you.”

“You’re fired.” Yelena hisses. Her whole body shakes with rage. “Hire new security. We’ll cover you through the end of the month. After that? I’m done. Forever. And don’t even try the whole ‘I won’t hire anyone else’ martyr bullshit. I don’t care what happens to you.”

Yelena doesn’t wait for a response. Kate doesn’t stop Yelena when she walks. She doesn’t chase. Doesn’t beg.

Yelena slams the door behind her so hard it rattles the windows.

///

Yelena drives.

For hours. All day. She doesn’t shed a single tear. Doesn’t scream. Just asphalt. Just motion. Her face is blank. Cold. Her phone never stops. Calls. Texts. Voicemails. Emails. Work. Jemma. Melina. Alexei. All ignored.

There’s no destination. Just an engine and the battle in her head. Only the hum of tires and the echo of Kate’s voice reverberating in her skull.

Mulholland. Malibu. Some overlook above Silver Lake. The sprawl of the city in her mirrors. Sunset fading in streaks of blood and brass. Then darkness. A canyon. A park she doesn’t remember pulling into. Then the coast again. Hands locked at ten and two like it’s the only thing keeping her stitched together.

At a red light somewhere above the PCH, she finally pulls over.

The sky is ink. The city below flickers, careless and endless. Her car idles. She sits motionless, elbows braced on the wheel, breath shallow. Her hands tremble. The ache in her chest is a vice, slow and relentless. Yelena stares out at the glittering horizon. The city looks like nothing. Like it doesn’t mean shit.

She huffs. Hard. And then the thought crashes in.

What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck

Her grip tightens. White-knuckled. Like she can hold herself together with ire and tension alone.

Her phone vibrates again. She finally picks it up. Swipes without purpose. Just for distraction. She doesn’t mean to open the photos app. Doesn’t even remember tapping it. But suddenly, there it is.

She scrolls. Fast at first. Past the week. Past the month. Smiling selfies. Sunlight on Jemma’s cheekbones. Beach trips. Work events. Proof of a full life. A real one. She scrolls faster.

Past Jemma. Past Monica. Past everyone in between. She scrolls too far. Then slower. Then she stops. There they are.

Not the posed photos. Not red carpets. Not glossy magazine spreads. The real ones.

Kate asleep on a private jet, atop Yelena’s lap in a hoodie and socks, script wrinkled on her chest. Mouth slightly open. Hair a mess.

Kate cross-legged on their old kitchen floor…no, HER kitchen. Kate’s. Laughing at something offscreen, eyes shining, cheeks flushed, in sweatpants and no makeup.

A blurry video. Kate dancing to her worst single. Truly godawful. Fucking atrocious. Yelena hates every bit of it. Still…she sings the lyrics with Kate. Off-key. Terrible. Glorious. Yelena’s laugh behind the camera is breathless. She forgot that laugh existed. The one she only ever made for Kate.

These aren’t memories. They’re proof.

Yelena scrolls more. Finds a photo she doesn’t even remember taking. Kate in bed. Tank top. One knee bent. No makeup. Hair tousled. A smile that’s all teeth and trouble. That look. Straight into the lens. Direct. Dangerous. Looking at her.

The air leaves her lungs like a body blow.

“Fuck.”

It’s not that she still loves Kate. It’s that she never stopped.

Yelena locks the screen. Drops the phone onto the passenger seat. Drives.

///

By the time she walks into the house, it’s nearly midnight.

The lights are low. The smell of rosemary and onion lingers in the air. The table’s still set. Candles unlit. Plates untouched. Dinner cold.

Yelena stands in the doorway like a stranger. Jemma sits on the couch in leggings and an old MIT sweatshirt. A wine bottle stands empty beside her.

Yelena meets her eyes. Opens her mouth. Nothing comes out. Then the tears hit. It happens without warning. Her face collapses. Her knees almost go. Jemma is up in an instant. Wraps her arms around her. No questions. No hesitation.

“It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry,” Yelena sobs. “I’m so sorry.” She repeats it like a mantra. Over and over. Jemma holds her tighter. “I’m sorry, Jem.”

Jemma pulls back. Hands on Yelena’s face. Her eyes glassy. Her touch careful.

“You don’t have to apologize.” Jemma's voice doesn’t tremble. Her hands do. “I always knew what I was fighting against.”

Yelena chokes, shakes her head. Sinks into Jemma. The weight of everything slams into her at once. Jemma catches her like she always has.

“It was real. I meant it.”

“I know…I know.”

“I didn’t want this.”

Jemma’s voice is shaky now. Her arms tighten around Yelena’s body like she can hold her intact.

“I love you,” Jemma whispers.

Yelena nods, broken. Because she does too. That’s what kills her. Jemma presses her lips to Yelena’s forehead. No bitterness. No anger. No blame. Just love.

“If I have to lose you…” Jemma tries to smile. “…it might as well be to the most famous woman on the planet.” Jemma forces levity but her voice cracks, betraying her. “I’m not sorry it’s to her. I know she’s the only one who ever could.”

Yelena folds. Collapses into Jemma. Lets the grief break her open.

///

Yelena glides into Kate’s property sometime after 3AM. She doesn’t remember getting in the car. Doesn’t remember turning on the ignition. She just...did.

The gate opens. She didn’t even ask. Her nightshift guy clocks her face, says nothing, just hits the button.

Yelena parks on the long, winding drive. The engine rumbles. She doesn’t cut it. She doesn’t move. She presses her head to the headrest. Her pulse thuds in her ears.

The lights are on upstairs. A shadow passes in front of the window. The porch glows golden. Like it’s waiting.

She stops the engine. Sits in the dark. Breath loud in the silence. Her bloodstream pounding. The imprint of Jemma’s hand still lingers on her cheek. Her chest still aches from sobbing. Her back still braced like it might snap in two.

But she opens the door anyway. Not because she’s forgiven. Not because she’s decided. Not because she knows what she’s doing. Because she doesn’t know how to stop herself from moving. Because she doesn’t know how to not.

This time she doesn’t barge in.

Yelena walks the path. Up the steps. Hands cold. No anger now. Just…something hollow.

She rings the bell.

Hears rushed footsteps on stairs. Her heart jumps, tries to climb out of her throat. She sees the movement through the glass. Knew it was coming. Still not ready.

The door opens.

And there Kate is.

They look at each other. No words yet. But everything’s already different.

[gifti3]

i played this tonight cause I was feeling low energy:

https://candybox2.github.io/

it's seems like an incremental text based rpg

id make sure to save to text file before closing any windows tho

maybe if we hype up text based games, then it will encourage more ppl to take a crack at making the story based games they want

[thecherrylady]

ROTTMNT: The Komodo Sisters

[Tap for better quality ♡]

Oh, what's this?? An OC rewrite??? If you followed me from my previous blog, you already know Tasmin [the name is Tasmin now] is a familiar TMNT OC of mine, and yall, I missed her and this fandom sm. 😭 I decided my girl needed a re-write and character update, she deserved it. And she's also got a few new friends I'd like to introduce to you all! Featuring my take on a Rise Version of Mona!

[Rambles and character into below♡]

Up until Rottmnt, the Komodo sisters other than Tasmin did not have names, as in the beginning of the TMNT franchise they were just a group of rebellious human juveniles with Tasmin as there leader- but in Rise, the roles are a bit swapped. Instead, Mona is the leader of the group and the oldest, with Madonna and Angel being three Komodo Dragon Yokai and Tasmin, the only human. She was found as a baby on the streets of New York by BG and taken under her care.

They were taught and trained under Big Mama and the hotel staff and are all vigilantes in the works. They are minor Antagonists to the Turtles when they carry out missions for Big Mama around New York or sometimes in the Hidden city when the Turtles run around having shenanigans there.

But Tasmin on the other hand is usually directly at Big Mama's side- since she's a human, Mama wants to keep her sheltered from the upside world as well as the Hidden City to keep her protected from danger. So Tasmin usually has to miss out on all of the fun whilst her sisters are out doing all the cool stuff.

But Tasmin isn't completely rendered useless, while she's also Mama's little tea maid, she's also the tech-wizz of her sisters, and uses wristbands or ear pieces to communicate or track/watch the Komodo sisters and give them information on what their mission is.

🩷

Mona is the oldest of the sisters, even if her stout and shorter appearance compared to her other sisters seems to defy that fact. But don't let her size fool you. This ball of energy can be firey - and she's a total brute who can carry things like 10× her weight. For a brutal vigilante, Mona is a very bubbly and sweet lizard who loves her sisters and is always trying her best to make them all get along. She's willing to stick up and defend her sisters for anything.

💙

Madonna is the next oldest and is on the more contrast side of Mona. She's stubborn, aggressive, and competitive. She likes to take missions seriously and do her best to be praised and respected by Big Mama. Tasmin and Madonna have a slight sibling rift/rivalry between another, mostly because Madonna sees Tasmin as some 'golden child' who is Big Mama's favorite, making her very jealous.

💛

Angel is the happy medium of the sisters. She's very chill, laid back, and mellow. A hippy/surfer is what the youngest of the sisters is usually called [by Madonna, mostly] with her seemingly calm and annoyingly peaceful approach to even the most intense situations. Angel tries to keep all her sisters from getting to each other's throats when things start to get rocky, making her the mediator half of the time.

💚

And finally, Tasmin, the only human of the sisters. Tasmin is the brains of the Komodos, and uses her smarts and wits to keep her sisters on track and focusing on their missions... Even if her attempts are futile. Though she tries her best to hide it under the 'perfect' child image for Big Mama. Her competitive and rebellious spirit battles her smarts and desire obey at times, with Tasmin love for adventure and the idea of going to the upper side of the city with her sisters, sometimes it's a battle between what her heart wants an what her brain wants.

Facts♡

The sisters weapons [if not their sharp teeth, claws, and strength] are blow darts. They use their venomous spit to coat the darts as their weapons. In reality, their saliva is toxic, but in the show it just causes the victim to grow paralyzed and inebriated for a while.

Tasmins weapon of choice is what appears to be a measly staff, but with a little push of a button it transforms into a large hammer/weapon.

[magicalgirlmindcrank]

Mindcrank's top 10 Mikus of the first five years

This list runs from the last monday of feb 2019 to to feb '24. Theres a few more done after that date in 24 that are not eligible.

#10 - 7/29/19: 'Aeiou Aeiou'

This was the first Miku we ever made that we were and remain truly proud of. We were still using SAI 1.0 back then, and I don't think we ever figured out how to do any rendering outside of adjusting opacity on the default brush. That we managed to make such a blend of colors and light with such a limitation in knowledge and tools just months after picking up a tablet, really makes this piece impressive to us even now. Even so, this barely cinches a spot almost by power of nostalgia alone.

#9 - 5/30/2022: 'One day I'll get to actually attend a concert'

Funnily enough, this one is based on a concert we did go to. Not a Hatsune Miku concert (though we still have our Miku expo 2020 ticket) but an Aurora one our youngest sister took us to. The singer came on, backlit as seen, and it kinda stuck with me. Really love this one though, the minimalist backlighting just looks great.

#8 - 6/27/2022: I really liked that one AI Greentext @liquidstar posted

While there are parts of this we're a bit questionable on now, namely the face in the final panel and being inspired by an AI greentext in the first place, this Miku holds a v special place in our heart. it's easily our most popular too, notes wise!

#7 - 4/3/2023 'A Trip To The Moon by Hatsune Miku'

This was part inspired by the desire to make a fake album cover, and part by the urban legend that the first manmade object in space was a sewer cover that was launched by a nuclear test. While untrue as the lid would have disintegrated at the speed it was moving well before leaving the atmosphere, it made for some potent imagery. This is one we wish we had even more time with, but as is, just looks fantastic. Every concept we wanted is there and so so good. Should really make a song list for this album.

#6 3/6/2023 'This is how Hatslimey Migoo arrives onstage'

This was part of Migoo March of '23, and we had to fight ourselves from including another piece from from the same month. It's no secret that Hatslimey Migoo is our favorite Miku design we made (sorry Radical Miku) and the whimsy and charm she brings with her is in spades here.

#5 - 7/11/2022 'Miku but it's me my 2009 senior year'

Okay so obviously at this point they're all near and dear to my heart, but this one has something even more special to it. I was such a depressed piece of shit in highschool and it was nice to give our past selves some love. That so many also loved her was genuinely healing in a way.

#4 - 8/1/2022 'Sli-Miku? Slimeku? Hatslimey Miku? Yeah'

Listen we said Hastlimey Migoo was our favorite child, and well, we just couldn't not put her origin image on this list. I mean just look at her! She's adorable! Not to mention how well we did making her look goopy as hell.

Honorable mentions!

(okay look we had to cut this down from 26 images and there still like a dozen more that could have made the shortlist so let us have this)

From 2021! Still perhaps our favorite Radical Miku! Posing and shadows look great still tbh.

Perhaps the Miku with the least amount of love noteswise. From 2023, it just really captures the miserable summer days in my shitty old room. there was no AC and it was triple digits or close to it many, many days. Just looking at it is something bittersweet.

From 2022, we have this vampire miku! Sure some parts are a little off, but the colors and bg just feel so right! So very perfectly part of the mood. Back to the countdown!

#3 9/25/2023 'Patron Saint of Song'

This is the Miku we're perhaps the second most unreasonably proud of on a technical level. Working within the limitations of imitating another style just pulled something out of us ig. We're not even sure what else to say, just look at it! The smooth lines, the way the flatly colored pieces create depth with the curves, the bordering. Easily one of the best pieces we've ever made.

#2 - 2/8/21 'Miku Devours Her Progeny'

This is it. Perhaps the one you expected at No. 1? It has been our favorite for a very long time, and the one we pointed to as such for a while after all. Even after making the piece that now resides at the top slot.

There's just something so absurd about Miku as Saturn, yet something that works to it. She is, after all, the first Vocaloid, and remains the most outwardly popular. A position that naturally calls for the cannibalization of her progeny. Perhaps it's the way it captures the madness and zero sum nature of making art?

No matter how long we look at it, no matter the new flaws we spot in it's construction, it's a piece that as we gaze upon it we only love more.

#1 - 5/22/23 'Trail Cam Footage'

This is a piece that's truly difficult to speak on. Iirc, we had found ourselves short on time, so elected to try a rougher, more impressionist style. Something we could make quickly, as to not miss a Monday and get to bed at a reasonable hour. Taking further inspiration from trail cams and horror, we decided a greyscale would help further eliminate work. No pesky color picking to complicate rendering.

This as made in a single post-work sitting as a result. It has since become our favorite.

It so perfectly captures the feeling of seeing something spooky on a low res camera feed. Just enough details to let your mind fill in the blanks. The short field of view making it all the more intimate. The oppressive darkness all around. This is the only piece we've loved enough to share to other sites we don't post to. Its both our blog background, and our PC wallpaper!

We've often considered revisiting this style, but are afraid we'd never be able to live up to this. Honestly, it feels like it would be redundant. This one piece is already the peak. Not to mention, there's no way to live up to the fact that just days later, actual trail cam footage of two naked witches eating a deer emerged.

Which Miku is your favorite? Did we miss one you love? Let us know!

[thepepsislvt]

I’m finally home from a trip.. what if hear me out.. nsfw alphabet for my favorite bgs either Kid, Killer, or of course Barto

-Tulipp 🌷🌷🌷

(acc still doesn’t work)

I DID IT AND I STARTED IT BEFORE U EVEN ASKED BECAUSE YOU MADE ME THINK ABOUT KID AND KILLER RELIGIOUSLY

also evryone istg im alive ive just been violently sick WAAAAHHH

anw here you go braincell sharer Kid and Killer nsfw alphabet

@tulipp-again

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Kid tries his damn hardest to at least clean you up but usually hes conked out within 3 minutes

Killer on the other hand is a trooper. He will run you a bath, get you water, a snack, anything you could ever think of he does. Hes so sweet about everything

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think we all agree that Kid is an ass man. he loves to grope it, bite it and smack it

Kid likes his arms and hands with how strong they arms. He loves how he can easily bend you over anything and fuck you from behind

Killer likes your collar bones with how easy he can bite them and leave a mark

On him Killer also likes his arms with how easy he can carry you around if needed

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Kid cums A LOT okay? its thick and fills you up so much. He loves to cum on your face the most

Killer’s is also thick but he doesnt shoot as much as Kid. He especially loves to cum all over your stomach

D: Dirty Secret

Kid really doesnt have any secrets, if he wants something hes going to announce it

Killer really wants you to top him. He sees how snappy and mean you get with Kid when you are bickering and he wants you to do that to him. he just doesnt know how to ask

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Kid slept around a lot when he was younger while trying to deny he was gay for Killer but he eventually got over his ego and just went for it. When you joined the relationship you often called Kid a slut for being so skilled

Killer didn’t have any experience outside of you and Kid but he sure knows how to make you feel good

F: Favorite Position

ANYTHING WITH YOUR ASS POINTED TOWARDS KID! Kid really likes your ass and never hesitates to let you know how much he loves it

Killer loves to hold you close so he usually has you in his lap with your back against his chest

G: Goofy (Are they more serious at the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

They both agree that Sex is serious and shouldn’t be taken as a joke

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Kid either doesnt know what grooming is or he really doesnt care. hes untrimmed and yes the carpet does indeed match the drapes

Killer really doesnt care either but he does trim a little bit. he will do more if you really want him to

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Kid tries but just know degrading is his love language. He does kiss you a lot but its usually rough and sloppy

Killer is way more romantic than Kid in everyway. He constantly tells you how good youre doing and checking up on you. he whispers a lot of praise and ‘i love you’s at least 90% of the time

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Kid is a big man with a big sex drive. so much so he has to rub one out a lot if youre “to busy” or “not feeling it” (even though he has literally drug you away from your work several times before

Killer isnt much into having to Jack off unless hes really desperate but most of the time he just holds out

K: Kinks (One or more of their kinks)

Kid loves spanking you. hes an ass man, you got a nice ass its just common sense according to him.

Killer loves hair pulling. Theres just something about the extra pain that is slowly soothed when you rub his scalp that just adds the cherry on top for him.

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Kid will do it anywhere he doesnt care he doesnt have any shame but you do so you convince him to do it in at least a semi public location which isnt much better but youll take it.

Killer likes it anywhere in private since he is more of a private person himself

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Kid is turned on by literally anything you do. all that anger quickly gets turned to horny when you or Killer walk into the picture

Killer gets turned on most when you kiss his neck it ear

N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

they both wouldnt do anything that would seriously hurt you other than that theyre pretty open to trying whatever

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Kid Prefers to receive hes a little whore who only thinks abt himself

Killer doesnt mind giving or receiving as long as youre happy

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Kid is Fast and ROUGH and its not hard to believe at all

Killer also likes to be fast and rough but still takes it easy on you

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Kid will take it if thats all he can get but prefers to take his time fucking you brain dead

Killer isnt fond of them but if you need it then he’ll do it for you

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Kid is all about risks because he runs on that type of adrenaline

Killer also isnt too opposed but likes to play it safer

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Kid can last up to 5 maximum before telling you to fuck off and then falling asleep

Killer can go as many as you want, he’ll stir up as much energy as needed to make you happy

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

i wouldnt think so but if yall do have any toys its made from Kid himself

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Kid is a GOD at teasing, he loves to be in control and to tease you until are crying for him

Killer also loves to tease even more so than Kid, you would never expect

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Kid is loud, he doesnt shut up, he groans and growls, mf laughs when he degrades you shut shut up man

Killer not loud he just lets out a few grunts and small moans

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

Killer is the only one who has ever topped Kid

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Kid is rlly thick and girthy. like oh my god you gonna need a few minutes to stretch out around him

Killer isnt as thick but he is long omg

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Kid is up ready to go at any given moment all that pent up anger gotta go somewhere

Killer isnt as hyper sexual as Kid but he still enjoys it at least 3-4 times a week

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Immediately after for Kid, like bro will nut and then you hear his loud ass snoring

Killer doesnt fall asleep as fast as Kid mainly cause he needs to calm down first and catch his breath. he also loves to clean everyone up so yall not sleeping all dirty

[lowkeyrobin]

hi :) i was wondering if i could get somethin with the cricket crew folks (those who are a-okay with xreaders) and a reader who deals with type 1 diabetes, like the reader is having low blood sugar troubles while hanging out pretty please 🦕 (platonic or romantic doesnt, matter to me)

OF COURSEEE OMG sorry for taking so long to get this out, I did a lot of research into this so hopefully I got everything accurate! my dad has type 2 diabetes so sorry if anything got mixed up with that as well 😭 billzo and aimsey are the two that aren't cool with x reader fanfics so I didn't include them, although I'm pretty sure they're okay just being in the bg? lmk if I need to change anything! I genuinley appreciate it ; also all hb content will no longer have tubbo!!

HANDSOME BROS ; you have type one diabetes

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, & freddie badlinu

warnings ; swearing, mentions of fainting, mentions of needles/dexcom

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

instantly shoving bills diet coke down your throat

he just panics at first and kinda asks you what to do

yk like in movies when all the characters are shouting over each other in panic? that's him

bill rushes over since his drink just got stolen

"dude, their dexcom needs changed"

"what the fuck is a dex-com!?"

Tommy's too scared to help you in the beginning, literally forces Bill to help you if you need it

even seeing the damn dexcom app on your phone scares him sometimes

like when you walk too far away and it starts doing that scary ass beeping thing, he jumps out of his skin

you left your phone with him while you went to use the bathroom in a public area and your phone started doing the thing because you were too far away and his face went from 😊 to 😨 in a millisecond

"What if they're dead in there???"

wilbur and tubbo are usually the ones reminding him that you're fine and it beeps when you're out of reach

after time, he gets used to it

although he never lets you forget your phone

he's still scared of the beeping

but he learns a lot on how to help you and shit from both you and bill

if he's got an embarrassing question, he'll go to billzo bc he's so scared of making you uncomfortable LMAO

has a whole notes app list for procedures when you're having issues with your dexcom/blood sugar troubles

makes sure you eat some snacks through the day

🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 I'm so hopelessly in love

RANBOO

the first time it happens it was while you were out with them and aimsey

you only told the both of them "hey I'm diabetic just so u know" and left it at that

so when you started having blood sugar troubles out and about with them, they didn't know what to do

you kinda had to explain yourself and tell them how to help and stuff

ranboo made a little safe plan after that, now worried that you could possibly faint and stuff

he has a whole like 3 page note on his phone (like size 9 font too) of what to do in certain situations and when to call 911 if needed

he runs it by Bill too in case you guys missed anything

like bi-hourly checkups that your sugar is okay and stuff, making sure the dexcom is working etc etc

makes sure to only take you to restaurants and fast food places where you'll actually eat instead of pulling the "I'm not hungry" bullshit

he's just looking out for you

"we can't go there, y/n won't eat and I haven't seen them eat today. if you guys wanna do that, that's cool, we'll probably run by a gas station or a store to get something for them, though"

"ran, it's fine-"

"shut up. youre eating, you toe muncher"

"WHAT???"

if you're recovering from low sugar and being weasy/feeling like you're gonna faint, he just tries everything to make you smile

from dumb jokes to comfort videos, etc

they'll do anything to make sure you're better than you were before

you and bill have a diabetes competition where you're just talking shit and spewing about how you've got it worse than the other and ranboo just records it 💀💀💀

FREDDIE BADLINU

during the pov you're at a family reunion ranboo stream is the first time you have troubles around your friends

you forgot you needed to change the dexcom and almost halfway through you step out

like half an hour later you're still not back and the whole groups confused to Freddie goes to retrieve you

brother finds you in the bathtub in and out of consciousness

tbh you blame yourself for writing it off and not thinking about a plan just in case but lessons learned

he texts the groupchat to inform the others what happened while you stumble back into frame with Freddie's help bc you were not gonna ruin this for the others or chat, no matter how much he told you that you weren't ruining anything

you were acting a little out of it but he got you eating off the charcuterie board which helped a bit

afterwards, he always makes sure that you're eating properly and helps you with communicating if you need help with your dexcom and stuff

like Tommy, the beeping when you're too far away from your phone scares the shit out of him sometimes

sometimes he gets a little anxious and slides your phone under the bathroom door or quickly gives the phone back like "I'm just making sure you're okay! it disconnected, I got a little worried"

God I'm so head over heels for him 💔💔

[art-of-the-void]

To Celebrate Shadow milk cookie releasing in a few hours here's a few of my finished and unfinished Shadow milk doodles

I don't remember the original time order for these but here they are

Some stuff about some of them

Doodle 1: twas my first time drawing him, I'm really proud of how it turned out and I twisted my style a bit specifically for this. Twas also the start of me hyperfixating on him. Redrew my favorite sprite of his, specifically because it's titled sing :3

Doodle 2-3: my Christmas drawing of 2024. I usually do a Christmas drawing a year and this one was last year's. Funnily enough it would be my second time drawing something cookie run related for Christmas, last time being in i think 2020 or 2021 it's been awhile. I couldn't decide if I wanted the hats to be blue or red, so I decided to do both. Genius ik.

Doodle 4: I saw a challenge in which you draw your oc in those very bright default Ibispaint colours so I did it with Shadow milk.

Doodle 5: I have a tendency to draw my favorite characters as genshin emotes (I did it with Sebastian Solace too-) so I started with (I think it's) a sethos emote, specifically for whenever I randomly enter my friends and family's DMS or some of the servers I'm in

Doodle 6: another sprite redraw. i believe this was drawn around the time I finished reading the Wind archer and Shadow milk side story. I love it sm.

Doodle 7: my New years drawing (obviously-) wanted to do something silly, I also stole the bg from a cutscene because I'm lazy and I hate drawing backgrounds.

Doodle 8: I was in need of a shadow milk popcorn emote to match my favorite Furina popcorn gif that I use all the time on discord. So I made one :3

Doodle 9: one of my many shadow milk doodle pages that I was drawing while waiting for today. The rest are physically drawn rather than digitally. This actually features one of my OCs I made for fun named Stringed Blueberry milk cookie. I might make a post about her. But ngl she's kinda silly and self indulgent and very canon divergent.

Doodle 10: another doodle page, but before I started my countdown ones. Two are inspired by someone on Tumblr's Shadow milk and Pure Vanilla cozy fall outfits. I don't remember the blog's name rn unfortunately tho. Might edit later to include their name if I find it again.

These aren't all my doodles

However Tumblr has a 10 image limit it would seem so, unfortunately this is as much as I can give atm.

And I'm constantly drawing more

The hyperfixation won't let me go-

Anyway that's all for now

I have to go back to

Well drawing

I'm actually currently working on drawing all my currently owned cookie run kingdom cookies

So I will eventually post those when I read 10 illustrations

I have over 100 so it'll certainly be a lot of posts-

See you then!