#eve and oksana

[sugaronyourtongu3]

The killing eve kiss on my crt tv

#killing eve #oksana astankova #eve and oksana #queer #dyke #villaneve #villanelle #eve polastri #Sandra oh #Jodie comer #villanelle x eve #crt #crt tv #vintage tv #crts

[oksanas-sun]

Just you and me.

#i may have teared up making this #eve and oksana #oksana and mommy #baby oksana #villanelle #villaneve #killing eve #also i don't know what happened to the quality this was hd when i made it i swear-

[cantsticktoasubject]

Jodie Comer omggg

#jodie comer #sandra oh #villanelle #villaneve #killing eve #villanelle x eve #eve x villanelle #eve polastri #oksana astankova #eve and oksana #oksana and mommy

[scatterbugged]

this shot is so castiel-coded. literal casgirl. wtaching her hetero lover have weird kinky sex roleplay with her stupid mustached husband. out in the rain in her stupidly big flasher coat. on the outside looking in. god

#villaneve #villanelle #eve polastri #oksana astankova #eve and oksana #killing eve #wlw #sapphic #supernatural #spn #destiel #castiel

[storms-corner]

i did manage to write a tiny fic about oksana's birthday morning, soo :'D

“Happy birthday to youuu, happy birthday to youuu…”

Eve’s voice dances down the hall, all the way from the kitchen to a no longer sleeping Oksana’s ears. The little girl stirs, confused as to why mommy is out of bed already, but delighted to hear her sing. She grunts and rolls over on her back, rubbing at her eyes and rubbing Sooshka against her cheek. Giving her pacifier a sleepy suck, she looks to the door. Warm light flickers and dances.

“Happy birthday, dear Oksana …” Eve pushes the door open, singing with a smile on her face. “Happy birthday toooo youuu!”

Oksana’s eyes widen and she clumsily pushes herself to sit. Her mouth hangs open, enough that her pacifier tumbles into her lap, and she makes an excited noise. Still too tired for real words. Eve carries a tray with a cupcake with a candle in it and a gift. The tray is wrapped with fairy lights.

“Mommy,” Oksana whispers breathlessly, struggling to take in the sight of this. No one has ever done this for her birthday. For a long time, Oksana didn’t understand birthdays were to be celebrated. Mama called hers an unfortunate day, sometimes.

“Good morning, baby,” Eve says, and her voice is warm like honey and full of love. She sits on the edge of the bed. “Happy birthday, angel. A whole year older, huh? Time goes so fast.”

Oksana nods shyly. To Oksana, time is a vague concept. But she knows a year is a long time. A year older means she’s spent almost an entire year here in this house with Eve. A year older means that mama and her childhood is even more distant than before. A year older means that Eve sings to her and wakes her up with a cupcake for breakfast.

“Don’t feel so old,” Oksana shrugs.

Eve chuckles. “You’re nowhere near old, sweetheart. I’m near old. You’re just starting out, still.”

After instructing Oksana to sit up properly, Eve places the tray on her lap.

“Time to blow out the candles, yeah?” she says with enthusiasm, rubbing Oksana’s leg on top of the blankets. “Go ahead, honey.”

First, Oksana points. “Three!” she says with unbridled joy, pointing to one of the candles in the cupcake. She completely ignores the 1 beside it.

Eve’s heart crumbles and melts. It doesn’t seem like Oksana turns thirty-one today. It seems much more like she’s turning three. Oksana had never put an age on herself before, neither had Eve, because it shifts so much. But the 3 on the cupcake seemed to resonate with her this morning.

“Yeah, three!” Eve says, grinning so hard that her cheeks hurt. “That’s a big number.”

Oksana blows out the candles. Eve claps her hands, “Yay!”

“Can I come sit with you, hm?” Eve pats the mattress.

“Uh-huh,” Oksana nods happily. She scoots to the middle of the bed and Eve sits next to her.

Like it’s an automated response to having Eve beside her, Oksana nestles her way into Eve’s embrace, resting against her mommy. Eve’s stomach swirls with affection. Oksana is still sleep-warm and soft. Eve, who had gotten up earlier than early, allows herself to close her eyes for a moment. Then she notices the lack of chewing; she’d been expecting Oksana to dig right into the cupcake.

“You’re allowed to eat it, baby,” Eve reminds her.

“Yep. But can’t decide,” Oksana says. “Present? Or cake?”

“Oh,” Eve smiles softly. “How about you eat half, then open the present, and eat the rest.”

System in place, Oksana does just that. For a second Eve regrets allowing a cupcake with chocolate frosting into their bed, but just for today she lets the thought go — it’s her little girl’s first real birthday. She can get chocolate everywhere if she wants to.

Eve wipes Oksana’s fingers and mouth with a napkin. “That’s yummy, huh?”

Oksana nods eagerly. With clean fingers, she reaches for the gift. Eve had tied the ribbon so loosely that Oksana wouldn’t struggle to undo it. She’d done the same with the tape and wrapping paper. Oksana’s fine motor skills are lacking, which Eve chalks down to both the fact that being small in a big body must be dizzying, and the fact that no one bothered to teach her at a young age.

“You’re doing such a good job; you don’t even need mommy’s help!” Eve praises as Oksana opens her present. “I can’t wait to see what’s inside. So exciting, isn’t it?”

Oksana rips the paper off and comes face to face with a small plushie — a soft, smiling sun with feet made of corduroy. Her face brightens and she practically vibrates with excitement.

“Mommy,” she says softly, like the word contains every bit of joy and gratitude she can’t properly express. “Mommy, mommy, thank you.”

Eve hugs Oksana. She kisses the side of her head, nuzzling into her girl’s hair. “You’re welcome, sweetheart. Happy birthday,” she murmurs. “I love you so much.”

Oksana tucks herself into her mommy’s warm arms. “I love you too.”

#it's .. not good but it is something!! #c. eve #c. oksana #eve and oksana #storm's writing tag

[whotfevencare]

i think i have seen this film before and i didn't ike the ending

#killing eve #crowley #aziraphale #villanelle #villaneve #eve polastri #eve and oksana #oksana astankova #good omens #good omens 2

[eve-n-oksana]

thinkin about Oksana. I think Oksana would have moments maybe not very often where she does things like break her toys on purpose or hit eve or yell at eve because she doesn't understand a situation or she's having a flashback. And that she struggles with Stuff like empathy. If someone where upset she wouldn't know what to do and perhaps get angry with the person that's upset because she doesn't understand but with eve she still doesn't understand but tries her best to comfort eve even though she struggles with empathy. She definitely gets nightmares likely frequently. Hides food in her room

#eve and oksana #oksana and mommy #oksana astankova

[annnnperkins]

oksana and mommy ☃️🧸🍼

@poorlittlebug yayayay for you

#DONT LIKR this #oksana and eve #sfw agere #eve and oksana #yay enjoy

[modern-beatnik]

I just had such a sad thought while re-watching Killing Eve, but remember the build-a-bear style heart recording Villanelle left in Eve’s apartment at the end of S3E3? We don’t see Eve throw it away, so I imagine she still has it. And Incase you don’t remember the recording goes “admit it, Eve, you wish I was here.” And now all I can think about is after the events and ending of S4 when Eve eventually makes it home, all she does for a long while is replay that recording over and over again until eventually the battery dies and she’s left completely alone. Literally heartbreaking, just AHHHHHHHHH

#killing eve #eve polastri #oksana astankova #villanelle #eve and oksana

[v1llanevee]

thinking about eve cutting up grapes and squishing blueberries so oksana doesn’t choke because she’s just a baby. that is all.

#oksana and mommy #eve and oksana

[cowbutchbait]

you’ll have to rip them from my cold dead hands!

#lesbian #sapphic #wlw #wlw post #lesbianism #villaneve #villanelle #eve polastri #killing eve #oksana astankova #eve and oksana

[oksanas-sun]

first of all, she looks so so soft and gorgeous in this, omg, and second of all, it's both funny and lowkey freaky that her feelings about maternity are exactly but really exactly what oksana tumblr describes eve's feelings as in oksana fics?? like wow

#i don't know whether to laugh or cry about this #maybe both #jodie comer #eve and oksana #oksana and mommy #oksana tumblr

[met-la]

#fanart #digital art #fan art #art #killing eve #villanelle #eve and oksana #eve and villanelle

[storms-corner]

an experimental drabble where oksana dreams of being small

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When Oksana cracks her eyes open that morning, something feels different. Like the world has tilted on its axis, and turned so large while Oksana was asleep. 

Confused, Oksana holds her arms out in front of her. Her breath catches in her throat when she sees how small they are. They’re half their normal length, and her hands are tiny and chubby. Like they belong to a baby. Oksana does the same to her legs, lifting them up in the air. They’re small too. Her heart thumps in her chest as she begins to put two and two together. 

The thing she’s wished for, the thing she’s cried and cried about to Eve — it happened. Had she not been regressed, Oksana would’ve asked more questions about her state. But she doesn’t give it much thought. Her little head only has room for one thought. Mommy.

Rubbing at her eye, Oksana clumsily rolls over on her side. She sees the bed, and realises that she isn’t in it. She’s laid cozily in a small, soft crib right beside it, with the side facing the bed being open. Oksana’s heart races when she sees that Eve is awake. Mommy, mommy, mommy.

Her small hands reach, and her mouth opens to speak, but her words are replaced by happy, if not somewhat desperate, little babbles. Eve gives her a sleepy smile, her brown eyes twinkling, and reaches her hand out. Oksana grabs onto two of Eve’s fingers. Just as she often does in real life. Except in this existence, two fingers are all that fit in her hand. 

“Oksana,” Eve murmurs fondly. “You’re awake already, hm?”

Oksana, understanding that words aren’t of much use to her, just smiles. She likes this. Sometimes she doesn’t want to talk in the real world, but it’s often expected of her to be able to do so. Here there isn’t any pressure to talk. 

“I bet you want to come to mommy, huh?” Eve says softly, pushing herself up to sit. 

Eve stands up and leans over the bedside crib. Sunlight shines through Eve’s hair, and her smiling face makes everything feel okay. Eve effortlessly lifts Oksana out of the crib. In real life, lifting takes effort. Eve is strong, but Oksana is a tall girl who has to do half the work herself by wrapping her legs around Eve, even when she’s exhausted. Now her legs don’t reach further than just below Eve’s chest, and her head is gently placed to rest on Eve’s shoulder. 

“Good morning, baby,” Eve whispers, beginning to sway gently. “I had this funny dream where you were so big. Bigger than me. It felt real. But you’re just as tiny as you were when we went to sleep.”

Oksana clenches her hand around one of Eve’s curls. Her stomach swirls. With hunger and with a familiar sadness. This world she’s found herself in seems to be the very opposite of the one she lives in. 

“That was silly of mommy to dream,” Eve chuckles. “Why would I want to give up this, hm?”

As she says this, she holds Oksana in front of her and gives her face a row of gentle kisses. 

When she rests her head on Eve’s shoulder again, and Eve’s large hand runs up and down her small back, and the world goes fuzzy around the edges, Oksana begins to understand that this is just a dream. Within minutes, she’ll return to the real world. Where she is taller than Eve, where her hand is larger than Eve’s, where her mind doesn’t always match her body. 

Oksana doesn’t mind. As long as she can return to this world another time.

#this was just to try i guess? maybe it’s weird #but i could write a follow up :) #c. eve #c. oksana #storm's writing tag #eve and oksana

[littlebeartime]

oksana headcanons! CHRISTMAS ADDITION CUZ ITS NOVEMBER NOW

for @st0rmsandsaints

Eve and Oksana's first Christmas together. Oksana has never really experienced Christmas but she's been watching Christmas movies and she's been asking Eve questions. Eve teaches her about stockings, how to decorate a tree and why it's important to leave Santa cookies and milk. "But can I have one Mommy? Santa share?" Eve says no softly because Santa needs all the energy he can get to go around to all the other kids' houses too!

They go bauble shopping together, because whilst they have the essentials, Eve wants to make sure Oksana gets to help with decoration too! They buy a bunny, a little lamb and a kitten.

On Christmas Eve, Eve gives Oksana her first pair of "special Christmas pyjamas." They're footie pyjamas with reindeer all over them!

For some reason I had a thought about Oksana and Eve watching Home Alone together (it's one of my favourite films) and of course whilst Oksana is kind and gentle, Villanelle is still a part of her, so she giggles at all the traps that happen. "Vanilla do same if have bad meanies Mommy no worry." Eve is amused and surprised that Oksana isn't scared about potential burglars. Just in case, she reassures her baby that she doesn't need to worry about bad guys coming to their house.

#oksana christmas headcanons #oksana and eve #oksana headcanons #eve and oksana #it's actually still the beginning of october as i'm writing these akjshdf

[eve-n-oksana]

Princess oksana moodboard 🥺

#sfw agere #agere moodboard #fandom agere #killing eve #oksana and mommy #eve and oksana #oksana astankova