#keep it coming tho 🙏🏾

[mcondance]

Im sorry for this nasty thought, you can ignore it if you want 😭

I have a feeling hobie is the type of person who fingers f!reader who sits on his lap, thighs wide open with a big ass mirror infront of them, and he makes you squirt and let it spray the mirror from the top the bottom and says "good fuckin' girl, think you can squirt more?" 😫

WHY WOULD I IGNORE YOU I WELCOME ALL SLUTS WHORES AND SEXUAL DEVIANTS INTO MY INBOX WITH THEIR FILTHY THOUGHTS.

now.. why is she pulsing… she’s yelling.. screaming… begging for help…. he probably laughs when you squirt and swipes his fingers against your clit, holding you in place so you can’t run from him. talks you through it and encourages you so you don’t feel embarrassed <3

[chlix]

treatment resistant

bf! chan x fem! reader: he comforts you during a mental health episode

pairing: chan x reader

genre: ANGST like seriously, turns into comfort at the end tho 🙏🏾

word count: 4.7k

warnings: graphic depictions of depression, anxiety/anxiety attacks, and psychosis (paranoia); self worth issues; general self-loathing

a/n: i wrote this in one sitting about six months ago and deliberated posting it, but it's almost the end of the year so i feel like i should release it. i used to feel so validated by fics where reader is depressed and gets comforted, but she was never as depressed as i sometimes was, so i drew a bit from life for this one. everyone please be safe and read the warnings <3

It doesn't start with the dishes. In fact, you think your therapist might tell you that it's not about the dishes at all, but about your own poor self-image, or lack of emotional regulation, or about a thousand other things that are wrong with the way you perceive yourself and the world.

The truth is that lately you've been sleeping way too late and waking up too early, and you're so tired that you can't eat, which makes you so hungry that you can't take naps. You're between jobs and the outlook hasn't been great, your best friend keeps blowing you off in favor of her new boyfriend, and just this week you found out that your favorite bakery is no longer making the souffles that you've been using as a pick me up since you moved into this building.

You don't do well with change, or rejection, or honestly anything, lately. You wake up stressed and you go to sleep stressed. You keep your phone on Do Not Disturb because you can't bear receiving notifications. Just today you've talked yourself out of taking showers twice, only to have a meltdown when you tried to sit on your bed because you felt too dirty to touch your own sheets. You sit on the floor instead. You eat a singular banana for lunch, just to make your headache go away. Your headache does not go away. You feel both unreal and painfully solid, sinking into the ground and on the verge of floating away.

Your boyfriend, Chan, keeps texting you updates about his day, and answering them feels like an exercise in performance art. You scroll through your previous texts to make sure you're adding the right amount of exclamation points, that you're using the same recent emojis. It's like cosplaying a happier version of yourself. A better version, a version that he could love, as opposed to how you are now: greasy and gross and plastered to the floor in your hallway. The idea of him seeing you like this fills you terror, or at least it would if you hadn't burned out your capacity for feeling things already.

A new message pops up.

Chan: Hey baby ❤️ Was thinking of swinging by tonight after work? I can bring dinner with me

Just the thought of eating threatens to make you vomit. You suck in a breath and hold it as you type,

You: If you want something specific go for it! I already started cooking but we could have it another time

Chan: I don't want to waste all your hard work. We can have what you're making. I'm sure it'll be delicious :)

You: I can promise edible. Delicious is up in the air rn 😭

Chan: I have faith in you even if you don't ❤️. I'll be there around seven today

You: Okay! I love you sm, see you then! ❤️❤️❤️

You lock your phone and throw it across the room. Why do you do this to yourself? "Already started cooking?" You haven't showered today.  Normally you try to deter Chan from coming over when you're having a freakazoid episode, but now you've basically invited him in? You have to be normal for an entire evening?

You fall on your back on the ground and put your hands over your face, blocking out the sunshine that insists on steaming through the cracks in the drapes. Your heart is beating so hard you worry you're going into cardiac arrest.

Get off the fucking ground, y/n, you tell yourself. You have to go cook dinner for your boyfriend.

"There is something very wrong with me," you say out loud, very quietly. The silence of your apartment swallows the words. They vanish, as if never said.

You get up.

It takes you two tries to make something even passing as edible. Your head is all over the place, and you burn batches of oil and veggies before you manage to stay in your body long enough to finish making anything. It takes an embarrassing amount of pans and spoons and bowls to make something that should be simple, and as dishes pile up in the sink you feel stupider and stupider. Why are you acting like you don't know how to cook? It's not hard to make some vegetables in stew. You don't know why it's taking every appliance in your kitchen and all of your concentration to execute such a simple task.

By the time you're done cooking, you've stressed yourself out enough that you're getting a tension headache. You close your eyes and brace yourself against the sink, rallying yourself.

Just do these dishes and then you can sit down, you think. Just one more thing.

You pick up a sponge.

You put the sponge down.

There is no way you can do these dishes.

It doesn't so much hit you like a train as the realization slowly creeps up on you. It's not that many dishes, really. It looks like a lot, because the pots and bowls are so large, but numerically there's very few items in your sink. It wouldn't even take 30 minutes to clean everything and leave it in the rack for later.

But that's not happening. The idea fills you with a cold and genuine dread, just as strong and perverse as when you'd tried to shower earlier, or sit on your bed. You can't turn on the tap because then the water will touch you, and it will feel Wrong, and then your whole body will feel Wrong, and then you'll die of Sudden Onset Wrongness. And now that you think about it, a lot of your anxiety today has revolved around water, and isn't that a symptom of rabies? Hydrophobia? Did you get rabies somehow? Would you know if you had rabies? Maybe that's the thing that's wrong with you- you're not depressed or insane or just a terrible person living a terrible life. You're just rabid. There's something eating your brain, and that's what's making you into such a fucking failure of a person.

While you're debating the possibility of brain-eating viruses, Chan comes home from work. You automatically turn towards him, a bright smile on your face, and rush to greet him.

"Hey, Channie!" you say, bouncing over to him with a pep you do not feel. "I'm so happy you're here!"

And you are, mostly. You love your boyfriend, really you do. He's loving and attentive, and he's never made you feel like anything less than the number one priority in his life. You have similar values and work ethics, which keeps you on the same page through most difficult periods in either of your lives and careers. You haven't been together long, but your bond is solid, and you really believe you're going to make it far together.

You also really believe you won't if he ever finds out what a complete nutcase you are. So you hide it. You grin at him and you appear light and joyful and easygoing and you brush off his concerns with adages and placations, and you redirect the conversation back to him, because you're a good listener and you love the sound of his voice and you much prefer that activity to any activity that involves you explaining how you laid on the floor for five hours and had an emotional breakdown while slicing cabbage. He has other things to worry about, other problems to solve without adding yourself to the list. You're supposed to be his respite, not another draining task. He doesn't need to know how hard it's been lately. You shouldn't have to say it.

So he doesn't. And you don't.

"Hey baby," he says. He sets his stuff down and kisses you in greeting. "How was your day?"

"Okay," you say. The answer feels curt, but you don't want to ruminate any more on your absolutely fruitless afternoon.

Chan doesn't comment on your strange answer. He takes his shoes off and hangs up his coat, and as he's about to walk past you he spots the mountain of dishes in the kitchen.

"Oh, were you about to do the dishes? I can do them if you'd like."

"You just got home," you protest. "You should go sit down."

"But you've been standing just as long cooking dinner, right? I should do my part."

His insistence is making something terrible expand in your gut. Instead of being flattered at his offer to help, his words feel like a violent condemnation. You should've done the dishes before he got home. You should've finished cleaning the kitchen altogether, so that he can relax in a clean environment. What kind of stupid fucking girlfriend are you, where you can't even do basic chores around the house?

"No, it's okay. I already psyched myself up to do them, so I'll do them."

Chan hums in a tone that's either playful or mocking, you genuinely can't tell which. "Okay, if you say so. Don't be afraid to tap out if the dishes get the better of you."

Great. He thinks you're so stupid you couldn't do the dishes if you tried.

You subtly regulate your breathing as you turn towards the sink. Chan disappears into the apartment out of view, and you give yourself thirty seconds to push your freak-out as far down inside you as you can.

"You're not an idiot, y/n," you tell yourself. "You can do some fucking dishes."

You reach under the sink and pull out some disposable plastic gloves. They make your hands look weirdly swollen and unfamiliar, as if they aren't your hands anymore. For a bizarre moment, you're convinced that they're genuinely not, that someone else's hands have been put on your body. You close your eyes so hard sparks fly in front of you.

Stop being crazy. Do the fucking dishes.

You turn on the water and pick up a bowl.

Chan reappears. You flash him a smile, but say nothing. Chan grins back, all dimples and crescent eyes. He's so handsome it makes you want to rip your own skin off. You thank God every day that you were born beautiful, because you could never have caught his attention with your personality alone. He'd be completely out of your league, and honestly, maybe he still is.

That thought gets shut down and pushed away. One crisis at a time. You don't have hands and you might have rabies, but you definitely have a boyfriend who loves you. There's no point in kicking yourself while you're down.

You turn back to the sink.

You cannot do these fucking dishes.

"Work was funny today," Chan says as he moves over to the stove and opens the pot.

"Mm?"

"Just some technical issues in the studio. Nothing serious, but it gave us some good bloopers."

You pick up a glass cup. You can see your reflection mirrored back at you in the curve, and your eyes are so wide. Have they always been that wide? Are your eyes drier these days than they normally are? You can't tell, because every part of you feels both dehydrated and submerged under water.

"This is really good, babe," Chan says.

You blink. "What?"

Chan holds up his bowl. "The stew. It's great. I told you it would be delicious."

You let out a pleased sound. "Thank you baby. Your encouragement really motivated me."

It was the wrong thing to say. You have no idea how, but from the way Chan's expression changes slightly as he looks at you, you know he's caught on to you acting weird.

"Is everything alright?"

Shit.

"With me? Yeah, I guess so. I've just been really tired lately."

"On the job hunt?" he asks sympathetically. It's like a stake in your heart.

"As always."

He wraps an arm around you and presses a kiss to your hair. "Don't worry, baby. You're super qualified in your field. You'll find something soon."

You need him to stop touching you or you'll start throwing pans at the wall.

"I hope so," is all you say.

"I know so. Just keep faith."

You hum again, noncommittal. It's like you're slowly losing the ability to speak. And the gloves are too tight and the water is so loud and you're nauseous and your head still hurts and it's probably not even the stress, it's probably the rabies, it's turning your brain into swiss cheese as you speak.

After another tight squeeze, Chan lets you go and retrieves his bowl from where he'd set it down. You hope he might leave you to go eat in the living room, but instead he hovers on the opposite side of the island, and continues telling you about his day. Normally, you'd love to hear the play by play of every crazy thing that happened with his group members and managers. Today, it's like nails on a chalkboard. The story is endless, keeps weaving around other anecdotes and tangents and you wish he would just shut up for one second so you can pull yourself together but you can't say that, because he isn't doing anything wrong, you're just being crazy, you're a bad and lazy girlfriend and you can't even put your own issues on hold long enough to listen to your boyfriend talk about his day. Everything is wrong wrong wrong, and you're Wrong and something is Wrong With You and it just keeps going it never stopswhy can't it all just stop-

"Y/N?"

Your name sounds like it's coming from a thousand miles away.

"Y/N? Are you okay?"

You turn to look at Chan, see his eyebrows pinched together in concern. You have no idea how long he's been saying your name.

Very calmly, you strip your gloves off and lay them to the side. You turn off the water.

"Sorry," you say. "Give me one moment, please."

You walk past him and down the hall to your bedroom, where you very calmly and gently close the door behind yourself. You climb on to your bed, filthy clothes and all, and pull two of the pillows from the end to rest on top of each other. You tie your hair back with a hair tie, press your face into the stack of pillows below you so that your whole face is covered.

And you just start screaming.

Screaming is therapeutic, apparently. Or at least, it's on the approved list of emotional regulation activities your therapist had given you. As long as you aren't screaming at anyone, it can be an effective form of release. It helps you release the tension from your core and focus that nervous energy into sound and action.

You scream into the pillow as loud as you can. You aren't sure how much it's doing to muffle your sound, but the belief that it's helping allows you to let go. It's tearing at your throat, the intensity of it. Once you start it's hard to stop, you just keep going and going and going, as if you're expelling demons.

When you finally peter out, you pause for a moment, then push yourself onto your knees. You're dizzy. Blood is rushing in your ears. It's oddly hard to breathe, as if you can't get enough air in your lungs. Even the fact of your own body is too much for you. You wish you could abandon it, just for a moment. You wish you could observe this from the outside so that you would better know how to fix it.

Eventually, your breaths calm. The buzzing recedes, leaving room for rational thought. And your chest feels....lighter. No longer is there a bomb sitting in your sternum, waiting to explode. The pressure has equalized. You look down at your hands, fisted in your bedsheets, and they look like your hands.

Cool. Cool cool cool cool cool.

You think you can probably do the dishes now.

Gingerly, you climb out of bed and make your way to the door. You open it, prepared to put your smile back on and apologize for your rude exit.

Chan is outside your door.

His eyes are wide with alarm. He looks stiff, hesitant. One of his hands is outstretched towards the door, as if about to knock.

Your face goes blank, wiring short-circuiting as you try to figure out what to say.

"Hey, y/n," Chan says, slow, testing. "Are you okay?"

Your script restarts, and a big smile automatically draws itself on your face. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about that. I just got a little overwhelmed."

"Overwhelmed?"

"Yeah. It's fine, though. Come on, you can finish telling me your story."

You grab his hand and try to pull him away from the bedroom. He doesn't budge.

"Will you tell me what's going on?"

You turn back to look at him. "Nothing's going on."

"Baby, I understand if you don't want to talk to me about it yet. But you don't need to pretend there's nothing wrong. You don't need to lie to me."

"I'm not lying."

"I heard you screaming in there."

Ice flushes through your body.

"Ah. Well, it's like I said. I got a little overwhelmed. I'm not hurt or anything. Sorry if I worried you."

"A little overwhelmed?" He's getting frustrated now, put off by your blase tone. "You look like you're on the verge of a nervous breakdown."

"No, I don't," you say, because you don't. You know what you look like when you get like this. You've trained your expressions so well that your face doesn't flush. Your eyes don't tear up. You have to look put together, because if you don't look put together then you can't convince yourself that you are put together.

"Y/n. I know you. I can tell when something's up." He sighs. "I've thought you were a bit distant for the past couple of weeks but I figured you would come to me eventually. But here we are, and you're having an anxiety attack right in front of me and you won't even admit it."

"I'm not having an anxiety attack."

"Love, I know what anxiety looks like. If you'd just let me help-"

"I'm not having an anxiety attack. I don't have anxiety. I would know if I did."

"Everyone has bad days and hard times, baby. You don't have to be defensive. I'm not accusing you of anything."

"You say you're not accusing me of anything after unilaterally diagnosing me with anxiety?"

Chan lets out a long breath. "That wasn't what I meant. I just mean-"

"You can't just assign me disorders when you decide I'm acting irrationally. You don't know my medical history. You don't even know me that well. You don't know if my behavior is normal or not."

"You can't be getting upset at me for 'not knowing you' when it's clear you're actively hiding things from me," Chan says, patience thinning. "I see you're in distress and you're picking apart my wording? I'm trying to help you."

"I didn't say I wanted your help."

"You're my partner! Of course I'm going to help you!"

"You can't!"

"Why not?"

"Because-" You choke on it and slam your lips shut.

Chan's face is drawn in irritation. He makes a go on gesture. But you can't go on. It's like the words are trapped in bubbling tar.

Your silence stretches. Chan sighs and drags a hand down his face in exhaustion. He'd gone out of his way to come visit you and now he regrets it. You've wasted his evening and ruined his mood. It's only a matter of time before he realizes you ruin everything. Hell realize he's drowning in all your mess and decide to save himself, and then you'll be alone again.

You draw in a breath of your own, but you're still lightheaded.

"Why did you invite me over if you didn't want me to see you like this?" he asks finally. "You don't have to see me every day if that's not what you want."

All the anger is gone from his voice. He's being so patient that your own stubbornness is acrid in comparison. You swallow, hard. Every muscle in your body is tense. You have the pull the words out of your throat with hooks, one syllable at a time.

"I wanted to see you," you explain, stilted and pathetic. "I thought I could pretend for long enough."

"Pretend what?"

That I'm not crazy. That I'm not falling apart. That I'm normal and easygoing and a joy to be around and definitely not rabid.

It's impossible to say. You don't know what's wrong with you, but you know that something is. You can't do the dishes. And you can't do this.

Your knees buckle and you sink to the floor of the hallway.

"Y/n?"

You don't respond. You're just staring straight ahead, all your thoughts whirring so fast that you're having trouble parsing any of them.

"Y/n? Hey, baby, sweetheart, can you look at me?"

You blink, and he's in front of you, on your level. He's trying to look calm but you can see the panic in his eyes. It only makes your chest tighter. You're dragging him down, you're cursing him. He needs to get out or you'll have his blood on your hands.

"We need to break up," you whisper.

Chan reels back like he's been slapped. "What?"

"We can't- we need to break up. I shouldn't have invited you over. I'm sorry."

"I..." Chan is at a loss for words. "You don't mean that."

But you do mean it. With everything in your body. "We can't be together."

"Baby, I don't know what you're thinking, but we don't have to break up if you don't want to. I don't want to break up."

You feel sick with his sureness. How can he claim to know you better than you know yourself?

"You don't get it," you say. Your tone is unnatural, words strange on your tongue. "We just can't be together."

"Can you tell me why you feel that way?"

"Just look at me."

"I am looking at you. And all I see is my beautiful, wonderful, perfect girlfriend who is having a very bad day and might be making some hasty decisions."

"Not a bad day. A bad life. I'm fucked up, Chan." The words come out with such a quiet malice that it shocks even yourself. "I can't even do the fucking dishes."

"I can do the dishes, love. I said it wasn't a big deal."

"No no no. It's not about the dishes." You're struggling to explain- the words are getting twisted, the thoughts all merge together- "I can't do anything. It's not about the fucking dishes. It's about- I can't-"

And you burst into tears

"I'm sorry," you say. "I'm really sorry. I just-"

"It's okay," he soothes. "It's okay. I understand now."

He doesn't. He can't, and you know that full well. You shake your head, vision blurring from your tears. You're so embarassed and it's making you cry worse. You think you must look so ugly right now. He must be repulsed by you. You're repulsed by yourself, your own misery making your skin crawl.

"Can I touch you, baby? I want to hold you."

You shouldn't. You'll infect him. You'll ruin him and take away everything that makes him good. Why is he even still talking to you? Why doesn't he leave?

"You don't have to-to feel obligated. I can just- if you give me a second-"

"I don't feel obligated," he says, patient but firm. "I love you. I want to hold you all the time."

Something in your chest cracks. You're so weak. It's pathetic. But you can't hold yourself back anymore.

"Please," you whisper, defeated.

Chan reaches out and pulls you into his arm. You're both still on the ground, but he rearranges you so you can hide your face in his shoulder, and you do, too humiliated by your tears to be able to look at his face. He presses a kiss to the top of your head and your traitorous body relaxes without your permission.

"You've been struggling for a long time haven't you?" he asks. "You didn't want me to pity you."

You don't say anything. You can't bear to.

"Well, I don't pity you. I think you're very strong, trying to deal with this on your own. You made me dinner today even though you didn't really want to, right? That was very kind of you to do. You take such good care of me, baby. You light up my life. Isn't it fair that I should get to take care of you too? Can't I return the favor by helping you now?"

"It's not the same," you mumble into his shirt, because the magnitude of the two asks isn't comparable. You chopped up some vegetables and threw them in a pot. He is witnessing you have a mental breakdown in your hallway. You're not equally yoked. It's too much to ask of anyone.

"Whether it's the same or not doesn't matter. Love isn't transactional. It doesn't have to be equal effort every single time. This isn't a favor I'm returning. I'm comforting you because you're upset, and I hate to see you cry. Do you believe me when I say I want to see you happy and smiling? That I would do anything to ensure it?"

You finally pull away from him, wiping away your tears on your sleeve. "You might have to go find a new girlfriend then," you say, voice cracking from the tears and the weight of your despair.

"I don't want a new girlfriend. I want you." He's hesitant, but he continues. "There are ways of getting help, you know. We can try some things, like therapy, or medication. I can help you. You don't have to feel this way all the time."

You shake your head. "I'm in therapy and on meds already. None of it really....works on me. I have fewer bad days than I used to but they still leave me like...like this. And they just drag on....it turns to weeks and months, and I can't....I can't do anything." You let out a shaky breath and make yourself stop talking. Even after all this, the urge to hold back is engrained in you. "You deserve better."

"I think I decide what I deserve," Chan says. "I know it's hard to open up about things like this, but what's worse than you being depressed is you hiding it from me. How can we work on this if you're pretending it's not real?"

"I wanted to be good for you. I wanted to be...to be easy."

Chan leans forward and cups your face in his hands. He looks you right in the eyes, and you see that they're glossy with their own unshed tears. "I don't need you to be easy. No one is. I just want you to be you. And I want you to let me be there for you. In everything. Including this. I want all of you. Do you think you can do that? Can you try?" He wipes away your tears with his thumb.

You swallow harshly. It goes against everything in you, everything you've taught yourself. Chan loves you. He wants to stay. Even though it may all crash and burn later, even though he might still turn on you or reject you or give up on you and declare this all a lost cause, right now he wants to stay. He believes in you. And you want to hold on to that belief as long as it lasts.

"Okay. I'll try."

A relieved smile stretches across his face.

"That's my girl," he says, and presses a kiss to your forehead. It makes something like pride settle in your chest, as if the part of you that cracked earlier might not stay jagged forever.

"Let's get off the floor, hmm? I feel like you might've spent enough time down here today."

You definitely hadn't mentioned that. Maybe he really does understand more than you'd thought possible. You don't know exactly how to feel about that, but you allow a bit of gratefulness to come through as he stands up on his own and reaches a hand down to pull you up. You wipe your eyes one last time, let out a breath, and take his hand.

[sleepynggafr]

❀ some Shuri headcanons I be thinkin of 🤭❀

I’m tellin you now this woman is OBSESSED

The first time she laid her eyes on you she was in a trancee

I feel like you would meet her like 2-5 years after the fight with namor. Giving her time to mature and heal YK

She would def show u around the palace because you ain’t leavin no time soon fren

LOVESS to hear you talk. Your voice is so calming to her. You could be talkin about anything and she’d be starin in adoration

“Why you starin at like that” “ your just so stunning my love”

HAHSHEHEHEHSH

Ahem

Anyway I feel like she isn’t the best cook (and when I mean not the best I mean literal ass) but she still tries

Every time she cooks for you she has the most proudest smile on her face when she gives it to you

You gotta pretend like you love it because you can’t stand to see that smile falter 🙁

“Is it good usana yam?” “It’s literally the best food I’ve ever eaten I’m my live Shuri omg”

As soon as she left to get you something to drink you spit it out in a napkin and threw in the garbage

Can’t keep her hands off you omg

In meetings her hand is on yours

she has her lips on your cheeks, neck, hands. Praising you for all the little accomplishments you achieve

Loves to hug and cuddle ion care what nun y’all say

When y’all sleepin together she puts your head in her chest and puts a leg over you. Only way she can sleep.

She definitely purrs (came with the heart shaped herb)

when you kiss her, hug her, rub her , praise her, ANYTHING. And you love it because it comforting

“Shuri honey you purrin too loud” “Mm, your just too much my love”

Very possessive

Any stranger talking to you for too long is a Nono

She literally doesn’t care she goes up to you mid conversation, wraps an arm around your middle bringing you closer, and says

“Move, or you will be moved”

OH MYSVHSJSJ 🤭‼️🔥🌚🔥🔥🌚‼️‼️🤭🤭

She then takes you out for ice cream 😋

Has eyes on you at all times

Tracks you with the kimono bead bracelet and earings she gifted you on your early stages of dating her

But perfers she comes with you

She takes you everywhere with her

Not on missions tho apparently

She’s lost so much..she can’t lose you too

Suggest you take life easy and stay in the palace but you stay adventurin

Has a black cat as a pet

And it definitely is either a sphinx or a main coon

You just love her and she loves you even more than you could imagine ♥︎

@ccharrrr

A/N: Damn I was just writin and ain’t even realize how much I’m doin 💀. This is like my first time like ever writin so go easy on me pls 🙁🙏🏾

[ismileeprnc]

𝐀 𝐖𝐞(𝐞𝐚)𝐞𝐤’𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲: 𝐄𝐩 𝟗 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

pairing w zhong chenle

GENRE Smut, a touch of angst if you squint real hard lol

MINORS DNI 🙏🏾

MENTION OF edging (no actual scene tho) hair pulling, sub!chenle, oral (fem receiving), face fucking, squirting, dom!reader, dick gripping, slight overstimulation, reader has two orgasms

A/N: just me writing @ 3am again. No biggie 🤭 also I haven’t written for chenle in a while. Feedback is appreciated! Remember to be kind tho :/ thanks always for the love in my absence 💚💚💚

Chenle wasn’t sure how much he could take before he had to get on his knees and practically beg you to fuck him. It’s been a nonstop thing all week long of you riling him up, getting him so close to edge just to leave him high and dry. Hard and trembling with need to come.

Borderline blue-balling him And it didn’t help that you were skipping around his place in just your underwear and a shirt of his that hiked up your ass every time you bent over. Obviously on purpose.

There weren’t enough cool showers he could take to keep his erections down and jerking off was basically pointless. He could never make himself feel as good as you do and he knows you knows this, reason why you never barged in on his little “shower sessions,” not even when he was moaning your name on the other side.

He didn’t know if it were a game or not but accepted his defeat long ago and you noticed how much more sulkier he has become. Going to little to no answers. You can’t help but wonder if you went too far. You only wanted to see how far he could go before he was groveling at your feet but now he just shrugs off you advances. Despite having the most painful boners, his back turn towards you and tries to get some sleep. Eventually it had to go away.

That next morning he wakes up alone and to the smell of something cooking. His stomach almost immediately growls, reminding him how he hadn’t eaten last night. Chenle kicks backs the covers, dragging his tired limbs out of bed and to kitchen where he finds you over the stove, again just in his shirt and underwear.

“Since when do you cook?” His voice croaks and coughs to clear his throat. You stay turned away from him, stirring in whatever you had in the pot in front of you.

“Since someone decided to skip dinner last night.” Looking over your shoulder directly at him, “Don’t ever do that again.” You sounded angry which made him uneasy, looking down to avoid your gaze while playing with the cuffs of his hoodie. ‘Sorry, wasn’t hungry.’

Liar. But you let it go for now and went on to plate his food, setting it down before him. Snapping your fingers and pointing for him to sit. Chenle does but waits for you join him to before digging in.

Not a single word was exchanged between you. Not even a glance. The hell was he even supposed to say? Clearly you were pissed but he couldn’t decipher whether if it was because he went to bed hungry or was it something else? He was too scared to ask. Afraid of having a possible argument and tries shutting up his mind on finding a conclusion and continued to eat.

He offered to wash the dishes, feeling bad if he left you to do them after you cooked for him. Still you haven’t said a word. Kind of surprised you didn’t since knowing how much he hated doing dishes. He’s drawn to the conclusion that it wasn’t about him skipping dinner last night. It was definitely something else. But what?

He hasn’t joked with you in the last few days. Couldn’t have been something he said. He remembers to put the toilet lid down every time he goes. So what could it possibly—

“Oh.” The boy nearly hollers when he’s abruptly snatched from his train of thoughts, realizing you somehow had gotten behind him and your hand shoved down his boxers, gripping his dick.

“Y/n—”

“So this is why you’re ignoring me? Done got used to not having your dick wet you think you don’t need me anymore?” Squeezing tighter, he only wails and grips the edge of the sink. Water still running and soap on his hands.

Don’t need you anymore? Of course he needs you. Needs so fucking bad that he thinks he will actually explode. He needed your touch so much. To feel your lips all over him but most importantly, he needs to be inside of you. So deep that he could see himself protrude in your tummy. Need to hear you tell him he was fucking you too good, how nice and full he made you.

“Please, please, please.” He hisses through closed teeth, already sounding needy when you literally had his cock in a chocking grip.

“Why? Give me one reason why I shouldn’t just let you run off to the shower to fix yourself?”

Because I don’t wanna fix myself! Is what he wanted to say. Those words being right on the tip of his tongue but morphed into chants as your grip had gotten any more possibly tighter when he was taking too long to respond.

“I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT. WHATEVER YOU WANT, I SWEAR I’LL DO IT.” He babbles like a fool, standing on his tippies as if that were gonna help with the pain. You cut him some release, loosening your grip at his outburst. Taking your finger under his chin so he’s looking you directly in the eye.

“Whatever I want huh?” And he nods frantically, shaking some hair in his eyes.

He loses his breath when you in one move let go of his cock and pushed him down on his knees. The impact stung but he was able to put that on the back burner when you saw your bare pussy come into view.

Wait— so you weren’t wearing underwear—

Chenle gasps as you draw his face near you by his hair. His breath fanning against you, making you aching in need. These last few days has been as much torture for you as it were for him but thankfully you had him right where you wanted him.

“Stick out your tongue.”

Chenle instantly does and hums the second your juices were dancing on his tongue. You were so wet, some of it getting on his face as he lapped it all up best as he could.

Keeping your hand in his hair, you steer his head deeper into your cunt. His nose nestled right against your clit as you held him still, fucking yourself on his face.

“Just like that. Only your tongue.” You then moan loudly and reach for the counter beside you to hold yourself up.

Chenle felt his jaw beginning to ache the more pressure you put down on him as well as his scalp burning from the gripping. His brain too was screaming for oxygen. Just a little more. He chants to himself, squeezing your thighs to hold on but that didn’t stop the little white dots from spotting in his vision.

Right then you were coming. The pleasure had became so much that you squirted all over his face, it dripping down his chin as well as the side of your legs. Chenle took big gulps of air and swallowed a bit that landed in his mouth.

He looked a mess; face wet and a very obvious bulge protruding through his boxers.

“Couch.” Was all you said before Chenle was collecting himself off the ground and scurried off to the living room, dragging you with him.

The second his back met the plush surface, you were climbing on top of him and rid him of his boxers. His cock sprung out and smacked against his tummy. The tip already leaking with precum and colored an angry shade of red.

Without warning, you sink down on his length, punching a moan out the both of you. He seemed to have forgotten tight you were in a matter of days. Your walls sucked him in like a vacuum while he stretched you out nicely. Raising your hips till all was left was his tip before sinking back down on him. A repetitive movement you did a couple more times before finding your rhythm.

Chenle was beyond cloud nine. Getting lost in the feeling of you wrapped around him like a glove. So warm. So wet from your previous orgasm. It created a nice slip, making it easy for you to bounce on top of him. This is all he wanted all week long. How could ever you accuse him of not needing you? He needed you always like the very breath he breathed. And whatever your reason may had been for causing him boner-filled nights, hopefully it was all over.

“I’m so close.” He whines in your ear, gripping the back of your shirt like if you were gonna slip right through his fingers and holds you close to his body.

“Please let me come. Let me fill you up.”

Nodding, giving him the go, “Come for me baby.”

Chenle releases inside of you, his body completely stiffens under you just from how intense his orgasm was while you milked him of every drop.

You still had to finish. Sitting up, your hips rocked increasingly faster and caused Chenle to wail. Hands trying to push you off top of him,

“T-too muc-ch.” But you held him down with your weight, determined to come a second time. Your hand shoots down between your bodies, contacting with your clit. Just the edge you needed to come undone, spasming around his spent cock.

You both take a minute to regain your breath, chests raising and falling together until they were steady. Listening to each other’s still breathing. It wasn’t tense like it was earlier and for the first time in what felt like a month, he was actually lying with you and not against you. He missed this so damn much.

Before he allowed himself to slip in a doze, he always joke that your pussy puts him out, but he feels you sit up. One arm propped on his chest to hold you up.

“What’s the real reason why you were ignoring me ?” You just had to know. Drawing a line of confusion between his brows.

“Why do you think I was ignoring you?” Head tilting in curiosity and earns a shrug from you.

“I don’t know. You just seemed to push me away whenever I got close.”

He stared back at you like you had just said the dumbest thing, which you quite literally did because ain’t no way you were oblivious to everything you had been doing to him.

“You’re really gonna sit here and pretend like you didn’t just blue ball me all week long?”

Chenle was no fool. The second he saw you trying to cover a smirk, he called you out and smacked your butt but you just continue to laugh at him, amused by the whole thing. He knew you toying with him this whole time.

“Why would you do that?! Do you know the pain you caused?”

Wiping away your last tear, he’s glad you think this was funny.

“Sorry Lele. Just wanted to see how long you would last. I didn’t expect you to get so sulky and start ignoring me.”

Chenle scoffs, feigning offense.

“I was not sulking.” He defended but now you were the one staring back at him.

“Chenle… you’re literally wearing a hoodie that says I hate people. You were sulky.”

[st4rswrld]

Possible unpopular opinion but I can see Chris going for someone older. Which makes a lot of sense with his commitment issues because if someone older goes for some that young they have commitment issues too. As a Chris girl younger than him it doesn’t work in my favor but I really can see it lately. Especially after the Zach sang interview , he’s more mature than they show in their videos

i lowkey agree. not someone w a huge age gap tho, a couple years like 2-4. I kind of feel like the more emotionally mature the better especially since he said he’s “more protective of his emotions” he needs someone who isn’t like people his age who just fuck around yk what i mean? I definitely think he’s more mature then he’s portrayed people just underestimate him cause he’s goofy (😜). but like he’s actually so well spoken and don’t give him enough credit.

[diddyshadow]

Drawing DoD as humans?

What’s up chat, I’m feeling an creative itch rn and I’m thinking about drawing the dragonets of destiny as humans (their dragon forms are coming up soon too so keep an eye out for that!!), but I’m kind of pooped for ideas so feel free to drop some suggestions down below (please don’t leave me hanging I’ll cry)

I do have some ideas thought I’m not completely creativity bankrupt!!

Glory is black to me that’s non-negotiable

I feel like she’d have locs (probably learned how to do her own hair bc the Guardians were very incompetent and outright negligent to her bc she was a Rainwing) and as her and the DoD explore she decorates her hair more elaborately to showcase her witnessing the beauty of the world and deciding the reflect it in herself Tsunami (and all Seawings tbh) I feel like would definitely have pacific island heritage (specifically Samoan). Also she’s an absolute unit because she’s by far one of the best fighters of the Dragonets of Destiny so she must be ripped

I think it’d be cool if instead of being born with the typical Seawings markings we see in canon, Seawings are born with highly elaborate tattoo-like marks, and kind of like giraffes, they’re all unique to each person (still show up in the same places for the sake of Aquatics as a language being possible, but the shapes themselves are unique)

The only individuals who will have exact copies of specific patterns are the Royal family and twins (obviously)

Clay is obviously a gentle giant!! Also you can pry Desi Clay out of my cold dead heads

Also I have a headcanon that Mudwings’ fire resistance is developed (so a child won’t be as fire resistant as an adult but as they develop their skin handles heat better) so Clay definitely has old burn scars from sparring with Kestrel

I actually feel like Sunny wouldn’t have blonde hair?? Like I always see ppl drawing her as a human with bright blond hair but imo she’d just have black hair, if not really curly light brown hair. Heck I’ll even take ginger Sunny but pls no blond 🙏🏾😭 You can’t convince the Sandwings, who notoriously LIVE IN THE SWELTERING OPEN DESERT, have a single blond gene in their bodies. I mean hey maybe along the Skywing/Icewing borders there’s some light haired individuals but I don’t see Sunny getting that passed on to her bc her mom is a Sandwing and her dad is a Nightwing, both of which come from tribes that have overwhelmingly darker haired individuals

Personally I see Starflight (and the rest of the Nightwings, by extension) as being of East Asian descent

Also librarian!Starflight WILL have long hair you can fight me on this

I’m lost on what clothes they’d all wear tho pls help me 😭

[midnightfire830]

Question stufffsss, does cuphead from the angel blood au ever get derealization whenever he has a vision and if he does how does he cope with it, what if someone jump scares him, what happened when he shot mugman in the angel blood au?? (If he even did😭) how was the labyrinth like for mugman? In the angel blood au??, how bad of a dystopian place is the cyberpunk au, did cuphead in the angel blood au ever see mugman getting shot in a vision and if he did, did he ever do anything to prevent it?, lots of questions sorry lol😭🙏🏾

Your question dumps always bring me so much cussing joy.

Literally.

Ok let’s get these answered!

I had never heard of derealization before and had to look it up. And honestly you’re a cussing genius. I think Cup would absolutely have those moments of derealization going into a vision and coming out. Some visions hit him out of nowhere with no warning, and some he can feel slowly building up on him over time. He notices he starts to feel kinda off with those kinds of visions (usually it takes him a while to realize it) he would absolutely have some of those symptoms. His attention goes everywhere. He starts zoning out, losing focus, and can’t keep track of time that well. Everything seems almost too slow and too fast for him. He can barely keep up with what’s around him. Cup would describe it himself that things start to go hazy.

It’s kinda ironic that Cup would have moments derealization when he’s a cartoon character. In a world that is being observed by readers in an alternate dimension. There will be moments for Cup especially going in an out of a vision that he starts to feel like everything isn’t real. That it’s all a performance, a show, for the readers. He thinks it’s just his mind playing tricks on him but it’s actually true. (Bc reading Inky Mystery the Warners make a show with playing with the 4th wall and interacting with the authors and readers) It’s kinda funny that in Cup’s moments it’s almost as if he’s starting to become zany.

The Warners are absolutely NO HELP to him when they find out about that.

Coming out of a vision for him would be kind of like a stimulation overload. He’s all of a sudden brought back to the real world and it takes his brain a full minute to reboot and catch back up. But for him its a lot easier of an experience coming out of a vision than it is going into one. Usually then he’ll just try to sleep it off.

I don’t know enough about derealization to think of coping mechanisms or anything like that. But I think that if Cup notices that he’s gonna have a vision soon he’ll excuse himself from the room and go to a quiet, safe place and try his best to wait it out. Tho usually it’s Mugman who notices that Cup is kind of, absent. He tries his best to help Cup get to a safe place and make sure he stays grounded going in and out of the vision.

Nothing really special would happen if he were somehow jumpscared. It’s a bit harder to jump scare him too. Sometimes he’ll get a vision about it and avoid it. Sometimes he’ll see the vision but not be able to figure out when it happens and ends up getting scared either way. It depends.

Cuphead got a vision about a week before the event. He couldn’t see much; little flashes of him running, shooting at someone, and then seeing Mugs covered in blood. It really shook him. Usually his visions were about small things. Usually about him. He was debating between telling Mugs or keeping it to himself. Mugs noticed Cup’s stress and asked about it and Cup let it spill that he saw Mugs get killed. They’d be super super careful from then on, trying to avoid it the best they could. Cup would spend HOURS replaying the vision in his head trying to find any kinds of details that could clue what, when, or how it happened. Hell, Cup would try his damnest to trigger more visions so he could see it again.

Later that week however, while Cup was chasing Bendy and Boris he was getting little inklings of déjà vu but ignored it in favor of doing his job. The two of them completely forgot about Cup’s vision until Mugs was shot.

Cuphead didn’t go into a rampage/blackout because he doesn’t have any demon blood. So Cup was in absolute HYSTERICS during that time. He would still go out to hunt for Bendy and Boris for revenge. His distress and sorrow for his brother caused him to constantly flicker between visions. That would be a moment when his derealization symptoms got BAD. His first reaction when he shot Mugs was definitely denial. He thought that he was imagining things. Or that this was a vision of the same event but in better detail. He couldn’t accept the fact that his brother was probably dead and he killed him.

The labyrinth was absolutely AWFUL for both Cup and Mugs. Cup kept having powerful visions that would hit him out of nowhere over and over. Because time is weird and messy in the labyrinth he’d be receiving visions of the past, present, and future without order. Some about him, some about the questers, some visions of memories about people that were in the labyrinth at some point, people who had long since passed. Probably some of the instrument’s memories too. All while also running around through his own trails and memories in the labyrinth. Cup couldn’t catch a break

For Mugman I’d imagine running through the labyrinth he’d feel the remanants and undertones of emotions and feelings tied to the memories and locations found inside the labyrinth. Echos of forgotten pasts. And I believe he’d be able to faintly feel the questers emotions at varying times. Mugman’s ability to feel emotions, I’ve decided, is range based. And because the labyrinth has no order in terms of direction and location (i.e. a door in the hotel will transport you to a bedroom on the other side of town) he’d be constantly feeling the questers in varying degrees. It was an absolute mess for him and so so confusing and disorienting.

Mugs maybe went 2-4 hours inside the labyrinth before he started getting sick. TwT

And for the cyberpunk AU every location from Hell, to the surface both in city and out, to the Upper is a corrupt dystopia in some way or another.

Hell and the Surface being obvious. In the city their violent society full of crime and destruction is pretty strongly controlled by rich, fat cats, and overpowered CEOs.

The Upper is kind of a doozy. It’s less of a straight up dystopia and more of a dystopia disguised as the perfect utopia.

The angel’s advancements in technology, the medical field, and use of plant life in their day to day is almost like a facade. The shared ideas of racism and bigotry against the demons running deep through their society and government making their world a bit darker than you’d think. But its about pretty close to canon.

I hope this answers your questions! Thank you so much!!!!

[myvirtuallove]

things about koko because i got bored and i’m a professional yapper when it comes to my ocs (pt 1?)

koko physically cringes whenever she fucks up, it’s extremely apparent on her face. same can also be said for whenever she doesn’t approve of something. weirdly expressive with her face. it prob cracks darnell up so bad. epitome of “the face says it all”

prob an rnb girlie. she’ll listen to anything, though—except country music

soo spoiled, since she was a kid. she tries to spoils herself quiet often. daddy’s girl type of vibes except she isn’t this weirdly mean ass person

hustler—she likes spoiling herself and she won’t wait on anyone to hand anything to her. if she has to do it herself she will, it’s a mentality that i feel runs in her family. some dedicated people 😭 she was probably extremely heated right along with nene when she found out pico didn’t kill bf because it was an incredibly missed opportunity for some cash

her favorite sleep shirt is a big garfield shirt darnell bought her because she has a rlly stupid interest in garfield that he doesn’t understand but its whatever

hates sloths, yes the animal. (and metaphorically, extremely lazy people)

her room is weirdly clean, it looks like she NEVER goes in it. which could be technically true because she’s an active person. the ‘dirtiest’ her room will get is when her bed is messy because she’s a little bit of a chaotic sleeper.

prefers fighting with her bare hands. but, she does own a thick baseball bat her uncle gave her. it stays in the corner of her room always because she typically doesn’t have to use it

can be a tough ass person—shes an only child so her daddy personally taught her how to fight and can pack a NASSTYYY hook. she ain’t afraid to get a little dirty—she gets it from her father. tries to keep it cute tho ☺️

terrible with children, and especially babies. she loves babies but she could never be able to take care of one alone

her natural hair is pretty long and full—mainly healthy. prioritizes taking care of her hair and will of course let it breathe for a while. her natural hair is dyed a dark blue, sorta faded

SUCHHH a sweat in mortal kombat; like it’s weird. it’s like one of the only games she can play and she will play like her life depends on it. will have darnell play with her just to destroy his ass, to the point where sometimes he’ll refuse to play

her and darnell have matching shoes and headphones

hates toes so much. she can’t even look at her own feet. weird but it makes her shiver when people wiggle them n shit and darnell is prob the type of person to like playfully fuck with her and it bothers her SOO much like she will physically distance herself

that’s it for now 🙏🏾

[vaamins]

What’s this stuff abt saetoru? AND MORE LOVESKICK GOJO 🙏🏾🙇🏾‍♀️!!!

dunnoooo these anons keep coming in n saying stuff oab how im saetoru n stuff. 💁🏽‍♀️💁🏽‍♀️ BUTTTT I might make a fic on lovesick gojo idkkk 😝 we need more of him!!! might post it on my main tho soooo

[littledeathdove]

I honestly never understood the hate that Mia got, especially during RE7. Now I do understand the view of people hating her because she gave up Rose to the government (apparently I believe) after Ethan worked so hard to keep the Winters family together by protecting both Mia and Rose. And since that is her daughter.

But anyway, I finally found out that the reason I don’t get Mia’s hate is because her lying to save her husband is what I see as the best option. Eveline was a very dangerous bio weapon. I mean the girl could literally control people and their minds, like? Why would Mia not lie to Ethan to keep him away from the girl and the danger of the company she worked for?

So I agree, and believe the reason gets so much hate is because she is very realistic. Anyone would have lied to keep the people they love out of danger way. Especially when it’s the love of their life (if you see Ethan and Mia’s relationship like that.) And many people do not enjoy a character that has such realistic traits that Mia has.

Honestly, I can’t get enough of the idea of that RE8 protagonist!Mia. Not only because it’s two mothers fighting for their children’s lives, but it also shows Mia going to the same extremes to save Rose that Ethan went through to save Mia herself. I would love to see that protective side of Mia come out fully which would have happened if she was the main character. I mean how she was with Chris when he found her, demanding to know where her family was. Oh yeah, that woman is very much protective over her family like Ethan is.

Not that I don’t love the whole father love we see with Ethan in the game. I just like the idea of Mother vs Mother than Father vs Mother, get what I mean? Unfortunately that can’t ever happen tho 😔 that and having Ada in RE8 like she was suppose to be.

*Signs petition with lighting speed*

RESIDENT EVIL!!! GIVE ONE MORE STORY OF THE WINTERS, AND MY LIFE IS YOURSS 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🙏🏾

Mia Winters and the Connections

There are a lot of bad takes on Mia Winters out there, a lot of really irritating shallow misconceptions. But for now, I’m just going to tackle one of the big ones that annoys me the most.

Mia Winters is not a scientist, and it's debatable whether she had any long-term association with the project that created Eveline. She may not have even met Eveline before being assigned to transport her to South America.

Mia’s not any kind of researcher. Her job when she worked at the Connections is laid out clearly in the first document you find within moments of starting the flashback ("Orders"): she’s a member of the Special Operations Division in the English version, or a 'special agent' in the Japanese (特殊工作員, tokushu kousaku-in). The English version also gives Mia the role of 'caretaker', implicitly of Eveline, but there's not much to suggest this is a role extending beyond the bounds of this particular mission (for comparison, the Japanese doesn't mention caretaking at all).

Mia's job is exactly what we see her doing in the game: transporting important assets under cover identities, and running around doing damage control with a machine gun if things go south. She echoes the same in her letter to the Bakers, stating she 'was assigned to transport some important cargo.' Even the 'imprinting protocol' she refers to seems to be mostly part of a transport protocol (going by the very little we ever learn about it), and may not even have been implemented until shortly before they left.

Even in the one photo of her standing with the research team, you might note that Mia and her partner Alan are the only people present not wearing lab coats (and believe me, with how much other photoshopping there is in this photo, Mia would have been wearing a lab coat if they'd wanted her in one). The photo itself is far more of an easter egg than a real plot point anyway, and probably isn't worth reading too much into ‒ I mean, Alan is apparently the director of the Special Operations division, so it makes no sense to assume he's part of this one science team. But if you really want a 'canonical' explanation for this photo, considering Mia and Alan are wearing the same clothes as in the ship flashback, you could reasonably assume it was taken right before Eveline was shipped off to America ‒ a kind of "Let's get one last snapshot of the team together with the transport crew before Eveline goes to South America" deal. It's completely plausible Mia may not even have met Eveline until the same day this was taken.

So where does this 'scientist' nonsense come from? The only source which does call Mia a 'researcher' is a timeline entry in this one RE7 strategy guide which has never been published in English – and it's a good example of why sources like this are usually better treated as pseudo-canon at best. You can find various translations of it online – but you can also buy the whole ebook (which I did), so here's the page where it originally comes up.

And yes, inasmuch as I’m qualified to translate, the line does state that Mia joined the company as a ‘researcher’ (研究員, kenkyuu-in) in 2010. But the same guidebook also refers to her as an operative (工作員) just a couple of pages later, so even the guidebook is hardly consistent.

Charitably, perhaps we could read that Mia was initially hired as some kind of generic, low-level research assistant before being transferred to the special operations division after showing aptitude in that area. But it's more likely that Mia was simply going to be a researcher at some point in the game’s development history, before Capcom changed their minds, and the timeline that made it into the guidebook is just very out of date ‒ it happens. Either way, one line in an inconsistent guide book hardly trumps what actually made it into the games.

I do realise that asking people to pay attention to what's actually in the games over what's repeated in some wiki somewhere (or a gazillion different fanfic) is a big ask for any fandom, but Mia was clearly never a scientist in the game we all played. She still knowingly worked for some really evil people – she doesn’t get to claim innocence here – but the idea she's personally responsible for every bad thing ever done to Eveline is absurd.

FWIW, other details from the guidebook also back up the idea that transporting assets was a major part of Mia’s job. Her bio (above) mentions that she was away from home a lot, something that strained the Winters’ marriage, and that she told people she worked for a ‘trading company’ – a solid cover for a job focused on travel and logistics.

A very little is said about Mia’s relationship with Eveline. The guidebook does mention that the reason Eveline’s so attached to Mia is because Eveline had known her since she was ‘confined to the “mysterious organisation” that created her’, which could be taken to imply she knew Mia well before their trip began, but it's not much to go on. Mia's own feelings on Eveline are described briefly in a caption: “Although Mia found Eveline creepy, she also felt compassion for her lonely situation,” which tracks with how Mia interacts with her in-game. It doesn't track so well with the idea Mia had any real authority over how Eveline was raised or treated, however, and would be perfectly consistent with the idea Mia might not have known her long at all.

The guidebook timeline also tells us that the E-series project begain in 2000, and that Eveline herself was created in "the early 2000s." This doesn't make a whole lot of sense for reasons I've talked about already, but does put Eveline's creation well before 2010, the year the same timeline gives us for when Mia started working at the Connections. Since the guidebook also tells us Mia was 32 in 2017, back in 2000, she would have been all of 15 years old. Whatever Mia's involvement, the project long predates her joining the company.

But the real issue with trying to given Mia any major responsibility for the E-series project is that the lab that created Eveline was located in Europe. Mia, meanwhile, has a driver's license telling us she's from Texas.

The European location for the lab is another detail that gets barely mentioned in the games, though it's mentioned repeatedly in the guidebook, and the Baker Incident Report even puts it specifically in Munich, Germany. Given all we learn in RE8, that location does make a lot of sense, when the mould was found in Eastern Europe, and that Miranda herself was part of the research team (she gets multiple photos and a lab coat, you may note). And even if the lab wasn’t right on Miranda’s doorstep, Munich is a heckuva commute from Texas, or anywhere else in the US. Even if Mia was often away from Ethan for long periods, as her bio implies, how involved could she realistically have been?

I don't want to overstress the idea that it "doesn't make sense" for a special agent from Texas to have been intimately involved in a European research project ‒ making sense has never held back RE lore before. But the idea that Mia was brought in only as a handler for Eveline when she was being moved to America still makes a lot more sense than to suggest the Connections were fine with their star asset’s primary handler going home to the US every other weekend.

There are possibilities between the two extremes, of course: Mia may have had sporadic contact with Eveline before the trip, either regularly or just once or twice. It's easy to assume the 'imprinting protocol' must mean that Mia's been Eveline's primary handler for some time, but heck, maybe it's better read as the opposite ‒ something that can be quickly applied to a new handler or caretaker in a hurry, to explain how Eveline got so attached to someone she'd only just met.

Given everything we actually see of her, you could even speculate that Mia was chosen as Eveline's 'caretaker' specifically because she was someone nice and motherly enough for Eveline to bond with. Eveline was pretty clearly fucked up long before Mia ever got involved, and not actually wanting to adopt a walking bioweapon whose idea of a happy family involves mould-powered mind control really does not reflect badly on Mia's character.

Whether Mia was already working for the Connections before she met Ethan also isn't clear. The guidebook tells us she began working for them in 2010, and married Ethan in May of 2011 (later confirmed by the date on Mia's ring in RE8) – though it doesn't specify when she and Ethan met. Even by Texas standards, marrying someone you’d known less than a year would be pretty unusual, so it’s likely Ethan knew her before she took the job. But even that 2010 statement comes along with the bit about Mia being hired as ‘a researcher’, so you can always take it with a grain of salt if you'd prefer.

And that's pretty much it for what the complete RE canon ever tells us about Mia and her former employers.

So here’s where I’m left with Mia’s role at the Connections. Even if she wasn’t aware of exactly what she was signing up for when she joined the company, and even if she considered all that lying to her husband about it to be a simple matter of confidentiality around sensitive research, she’s fully aware by the disaster in 2014, and plainly has a guilty conscience when she admits to lying to Ethan in her video message. However responsible she may or may not have been, she's still complicit. Her hands are hardly clean.

But they’re still a whole lot cleaner than, say, Luis’, considering that he was a key member of the science teams at both Umbrella Europe and in Saddler’s cult, and I don’t see him getting a fraction of the same hate as Mia. They both regret what they’ve done, and they’re both willing to give their own lives to make up for it. No, Luis never lied to a spouse about it (that we know of), but he's every bit as shifty and secretive. And frankly, most of the other shit that gets dumped on Mia’s doorstep is just as much bullshit (like, people do realise the “Mia” we see having “marital problems” with Ethan at the start of RE8 isn’t Mia, right?) But that’s material for other posts.

We don’t know how Mia got involved with the Connections, or how she felt about working for them, because the games never give us this information, and that’s a real shame. But in the capitalist hellscape we’re all living in, she’d hardly be the first to find herself stuck working for truly terrible people, one way or another.

Meanwhile, everything we see her doing during the outbreak on the tanker speaks to a basically good person, desperately trying to run damage control in a fucked-up situation. She tells Alan she’s not going to let him die, even though what’s going down is his fault. She tries so hard to talk Eveline down. After she’s rescued by the Bakers in the Daughter's DLC, she insists on staying in the trailer, meaning to leave at her first opportunity – pretty significant, considering she knows she’s infected already. She also leaves them a message warning them to stay away from Eveline, even sharing information on how to make a serum if they are infected. If you pick her over Zoe on the dock, the first thing she does is try to convince Zoe to come with them anyway. Even under Eveline's mind control, you'll catch her ranting about needing to contain the outbreak, blaming herself, and telling Ethan she loves him with her last breath.

And after being infected herself, the first thing on her mind is to try and protect Ethan, recording that message admitting she’s lied to him, and warning him to stay away (Ethan never gets that message, but you can’t say Mia didn’t try). Mia loves Ethan enough to die to save him – and she will, if you choose the Zoe path, and she’ll do it without a second thought.

Mia is fascinating to me as a character because she’s so full of contradictions: a woman who leaves syrupy video messages sending ‘tons of kisses’ to her husband, but who is completely comfortable running around with a machine gun killing mould-monsters, and who shrugs off an Eveline jump-scare with 'fucking hallucinations!' Someone who’s done bad things and knows it, and is trying so hard to make up for it, but whose background and motivations are left frustratingly undeveloped. But if you haven’t caught that Ethan and Rose mean more to her than anything, you really haven’t been paying attention.

Whatever you assume about Mia’s full story, she’s complicated in a way that makes her so much more interesting to me than most of the franchise’s more popular playable characters. I am very serious in saying I want RE9 to be just the full Mia-Winters-story, because to me that’s the only remotely satisfying justification for keeping her such a mystery for so long. I know that's not at all likely, but fuck it, I can dream.

Mia’s made her share of mistakes, but holding her responsible for everything the Connections has ever done is no kind of fair.

[fank0ne]

Coming from another fan of a little bit of sunshine -- please don't delete! I love that fic already. We all need a bit more of Sol in our lives, and you've created such a beautiful family story with them!

I also won't rush you to add to it because I know writer's block is real but I hope you consider keeping it up, because it's already so fun and sweet <3

okay, I won't delate it but maybe I'll just post it on ff.net instead of keeping it on ao3 (bc it's the main site I use and I hate to leave unfinished work there lol)

thank you for understanding tho 🙏🏾💗💗💗

[pasteldragonqueen]

Hellooo! Ive recently read ur writings and i love ur writings ❤️! I put up the courage to ask,, if its okay tho,, can i request for a Fulgur Ovid X Sick Reader ಥ‿ಥ

how he will stop the reader on doing chores/errands cuz reader is stubborn and all, it can be fluff or sfw/nsfw (人 •͈ᴗ•͈) anything that you feel/inspire to write with it. Fuchan is adorable btw hihihi thank you for considering and i hope u have a wonderful day ahead ☕

"Darling, you're sick."

You kept holding in your sneeze that wanted to be out. "I'm fine, Fulgur. I just need to get this work done."

This was the third time he tried to pull you away from your desktop. You were overworking yourself which was causing your simple cold to get worse.

Fulgur put a hand on your shoulder, "Hon, you need to come and lie down. Your cold is gonna get worse."

"Everything's fine, Fulgur. I can barely tell I'm sick." After you said that, two sneezes appeared.

Fulgur reached out and put the back of his hand on your head, pulling back from the shock of your temperature. "Darling, you're burning up! You need to come and lie down on the bed."

"Honey, I keep telling you." You stopped to look up at him. "I'm fine. It'll all go away if I ignore it."

"If you ignore it, then it'll get worse. What would you have to say then?"

That question left you silent for a while. He wasn't wrong. If you don't treat your sickness, it could possibly leave you with a heavy fever.

After a few moments of silence, you turned off your computer and reached out your arms to him.

Getting the message, Fulgur reached down and picked you up bridal style, walking to lay you down on the bed. Feeling the warmth of his chest on your face gave you the feeling of comfort, slowly making you blackout.

—

As you were waking up, the smell of warm chicken soup and tea filled your nostrils (somehow lol) on the small desk beside the bed. You look around until you see Fulgur on the other side lying beside you, scrolling through his phone. 

"Told you that cold was gonna get worse if you overworked yourself." He said, putting his phone down after seeing you awake. "You actually passed out while I was carrying you."

Your face flushed from embarrassment, giving him a small smile. "Alright, I admit it. I didn't need to overwork myself. I'm glad I have you around me though."

Fulgur smiled back at you, giving your cheek a kiss. "And I'm glad I have the most beautiful darling to take care of."

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I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IN A WHILE YALL

Thank you to the people who were very patient for more post 😭🙏🏾

Again. I'm so sorry guys. I'll get some more of the requests done if I can

[ikissjude]

enhypen’s reaction to s/o doing their makeup

genre fluff, crack-ish. warnings cursing. word count 1.4k

— a/n: hey y’all i’m finally back! to whoever requested i am SO sorry for the long wait, i seriously was lacking motivation but i found it just for you 🥺 i hope you all enjoy and sorry it’s a bit long!!

♡ — LEE HEESEUNG

is a bit shocked

“you want to do what?”

i don’t think he necessarily hates the idea

he’s just wondering why you want to do it

but he also doesn’t mind!

anything for you 🥺

so of course he lets you do his makeup!

he thinks of it as a bit of bonding time

the whole time it was filled with giggles

hee just couldn’t keep a straight face bc of how close you were

and with the way the brushes tickled his face

“hee stop moving around so much”

“i’m sorry! it tickles though, you’re so gentle”

almost a bit of a disaster when it came to his eyes bc he was trying not to laugh

luckily you were able to pull off a fantastic cat eye without poking his eyes out

kept trying to kiss you when you focused on his lips

idek how you were able to put the gloss on smh props to you 🙏🏾

rest of the members under the cut!

♡ — PARK JONGSEONG

“no.”

“oh come on seongie”

“i said no.”

he ,, doesn’t want it.

/hj he’s just a bit too skeptical

you definitely have to convince him

i think he’s just more worried about the teasing

especially since he didn’t know if you planned on sending photos to the members

but in the end you finally convince him to let you do it

“please it’ll be so much fun and you’ll look so pretty 🥺”

“……..fine”

omg you’re grabbing your supplies in a heartbeat

“you better not send pictures to the boys, i’ll never be able to live it down

“oh quiet, you will look so pretty just wait”

would try and fluster you by staring deep into your eyes whenever you got close

and tbh it worked 🙄

“no way you’re putting that on me, it’s too sticky”

“it’s either lip gloss or lipstick mister 😐”

“……… lipstick please.”

you finished and omg you have created a masterpiece

and you know you did well bc mr park jongseong over here was checking himself out

“not bad, y/n. i look pretty good”

“i told you, you big baby”

♡ — SIM JAEYUN

very giddy and giggly

he’s also a bit caught off guard since it was such a sudden request

“you wanna put makeup ,, on ,, me?”

but thinking about it made him smile

how close the two of you would be while putting eyeliner on him 😳

hell yeah he’s down for it!

he might also be a bit of a tease

if you wanted to be close to him so badly all you had to do was ask 😫

made you sit on his lap 😵‍💫

when i tell you he’s a giggly mess i mean it

“why are you laughing so much, you do this all the time”

“well it’s different, because you’re doing it”

very patient and very still

bc he’s a good boy who listens to his s/o 🙏🏾

you guys would talk about random things

and he would also compliment your skills even if he can’t see what you’ve done yet

would also make suggestions on what he wanted done !!

“can you do my lips like how you do yours?”

when you’re done he’s very surprised

“i look so good!! wow you’re really amazing at makeup”

y’all take so many selfies together after bc he’s proud of your work and happy with how he looks

♡ — PARK SUNGHOON

i think he would also be skeptical but not like jongseong level skeptical

if i had to rank it he would be 3rd

he also thinks the request is sudden

“but… why tho….”

“why not? i wanna practice and you would also look so pretty”

but i also think he would want to say no and before he does

you have this look in your eyes and he would just HATE to disappoint you

“alright, you can do my makeup”

you’re so excited you just pepper kisses all over his face

he gets all red bc you’re so giggly and happy

it’s so cute to him

i think he would also try and fluster you but it wouldn’t work

bc you’re so close that it flusters HIM

“hoon why are you so red?? i’m not that close to you”

“ah, it’s nothing”

hoonie is a shy kid so having his s/o be as close to him as you were is not something he’s used to

but anyways!

he does fine with the makeup since he’s used to it

but when you do his eyes he kinda fidgets bc he’s scared ur gonna poke his eye out or smthn

when ur done he also doesn’t stop admiring your skills in the mirror

♡ — KIM SUNOO

now you know you don’t even have to ask

tbh he would probably be a bit offended (jokingly) if you had to ASK him

“y/n, you should already know that offer is always on the table 😌”

he would be so excited tho!!

sunoo loves makeup and he likes doing makeup so the thought of his s/o doing his makeup for him 🥺

omg he could burst from excitement

“okay, now what do you have in mind baby?”

“pink hearts 😁 it’s gonna look so pretty on you, just wait”

you guys talk about the most random things while doing his makeup

a few shy giggles here and there

bc you guys find e/o to be so cute

still overthinking why you asked him to do his makeup

“you know you don’t have to ask, right?”

“i know, i just wanted to make sure you were really cool with it”

such a nice bonding moment for you two 🙏🏾

after you’ve finished he excitedly looks in the mirror

and he about loses his mind he’s so AMAZED with your work

“Y/N YOU’RE SO AMAZING THIS IS SO PRETTY”

attacks you with kisses bc he loves your work so much

“kim sunoo! you’re gonna ruin your lips!”

but he does nawt care he just loves you so much

♡ — YANG JUNGWON

takes a minute to process the request

you… wanna do… his makeup…

literally has no thought as to why (mr. yang it’s bc you’re pretty!!)

doesn’t necessarily say no but he’s just hesistant

“ehhh…”

“please, won. just once?”

“i mean…. sure why not?”

the smile on your face after he gave you the okay warms his heart

i think he was just scared you might poke his eye out

however, you’re so gentle ‼️

“what are you planning on doing on me?”

“hm, nothing too extravagant, just something i found on pinterest”

wonie is very quiet and patient while you’re beating his face

tbh he can’t wait to see what you’ve done and would try and peak now and then

“jungwon, no peaking!”

“hehe sorry 😁”

when you’re finally done he’s taken aback

of course, your work is amazing and he looks stunning but..

“y/n, i think we need to talk about your interpretation of not too extravagant”

needless to say you went a bit over the top BUT jungwon promises he absolutely loves it

♡ — NISHIMURA RIKI

ranked 2nd on the skeptical scale

“riki, baby, can i PLEASE do your makeup just once?”

“no.”

“come on, riki, please?”

“okay.”

mf folds so quickly

bc he loves you so much and he doesn’t wanna make you upset

he says no at first bc he wears makeup nearly everyday he’s tired of it ‼️

but he also thought you could do so much more than what he wears on a normal basis

and he got excited thinking about it

“okay since we’re doing this, i want the whole sha-bang! gimme everything you’ve got”

“lashes and everything?”

“lashes and everything.”

“oh bet, say less”

you go to TOWN on his face

lowkey you are treating this like mission impossible

impossible bc it’s somehow so hard for riki to sit still for once 🙄

miraculously you’ve finished

and i think adding the lashes may have turned your boyfriend into a whole different person

“y/n you made me a whole baddie 😫‼️”

“riki u were a baddie to begin with wtf”

© ikissjude 2021

[coco-pu-ff-s]

Can I request your oc meeting Agustin and Julieta as isabela’s girlfriend?

((I might make a comic about it if I learned but I can’t figure out how to do it for now…sorry if it seems a bit rushed 😭

(A lil blood and bruising is shown so if you’re not comfy with it pls scroll 🙏🏾

So basically Natalia gets in A LOT of fights because of her snappy personality and her being bold also doesn’t make it any better. She also doesn’t like receiving the help of others when it comes to her fights etc. but since she didn’t feel like walking around with a bunch of bandages. Along with making isabela worry too much:

So Nat went to Julietas stand to heal and since it was pretty late in the day she was scolding her about taking better care of herself lol

Julieta didn’t know that she was dating her daughter, so she never thought much of it when Isa came over asking if she was ok and wanting to know what happened

Until Isabela gave her a kiss and a hug

Realizing what she did she became really anxious about what her mother would think 😭

Julieta was testy with Nat. Noticing how she gets into trouble fairly often it concerned her how she would treat her eldest child

But she gave her a chance to properly introduce herself by inviting her over for dinner

That’s when Nat properly introduced herself to the rest of the family (minus dolores, Camilo and Mirabel because they knew. They just had to make sure Camilo wouldn’t tell)

Agustin and Julieta grew fond of her once they got to know her

Julieta didn’t like her getting into trouble tho so she makes Natalia help her run errands to keep her busy 🙏🏾

(Sorry if this isn’t good but once again I may work on a comic for this to go more in depth on this)

[thevampirearchive]

Commentary on Interview With The Vampire - Episode 5 (Spoilers)

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Right of bad I am Screaming, sucking on blood while Daniel reads out loud, all that’s missing is Lestat to clap. Cuz what’s going on 😭

I’m obsessed!, she’s like a little serial killer. Did she keep trophies too or just the list? Cuz girl…. I bet she was tryna see sum 💀

Please not come and fight him… I mean yeah idk what y’all expected.

‘Look in the mirror’ damn Rashid, you bold, I like it.

Lmao Honey and pinapple? Like the girlies on Twitter? Good for him. It’s giving pussy tight pussy clean Pussy fresh🙏🏾

Bahahahahaha Rashid really said ‘you ain’t ever getting a nibble bitch” as he should. Daniel stay curious.

It’s giving slave auction on crack. Why are daniels taught so… wilding. Lmao he’s SO curious… same.

Hunger strike? She’s lestat’s spawn babes, shes probably out here eating everybody.

LMAO not the pigeons in her room! Someone pls stop this man before the rats start taking over now that their largest predators being used like this! This is harassment Louis you need to control yourself!

Imagine you haven’t been eaten for days and your dad suggests Ice cubes and one Barrie. Do you even love her Lou?😭 But one meal a night when her dad is not looking? That sounds like starvation too Uncle Les..

Lmao not the lid getting ripped off I- 💀 he didn’t have to literally tear her Princess coffin in two, now how will she sleep? Lift it each time? Sigh

Pls Louis listen to this man cuz yalls little girl is a vampire vampire, she probably on a corner gettibg her 3rd body in. As she should.

I’d actually thought Louis would be the diary reader type BUT, he has access to her thoughts so maybe it’s not as juicy. this feels slightly out of character for Lestat(he is mad so .. makes sense)

LMAOOOOO let us ignore the fact that this man is even reading a single sentence from a book that hasn’t been read outloud to him first, THE WAY I SCREAMED! IM LITERALLY YELLING! LESTAT LOOKS MORTIFIED! He thought he was bold and shit, now he looks like he’s gonna be sick.

No but seriously, will she forever be a virgin? Note to self: make sure to suggest having sex or at least NOT HAVING YOUR HYMEN BROKE CUZ WTF. Cuz that would be very upsetting to live with.

Ah there it is, Louis invading her privacy 🫶🏾 As I knew he would. Go on King, worry 🫡

‘I couldn’t hear you over the tugboat’ CLAUDIA PLEASE LMAOOOO SHES A VAMPIRE! ISNT HER HEARING SUPER?! Why does she play this much!

Lmaooo I cannot take her seriously she’s so adorable, too adorable to be a killer 😭 but here she is, killing.

I shouldn’t be laughing but did he have to lay in her coffin like that? They couldn’t hve him dramatically turn around in a chair?😭

Nobody’s up awake and concern besides you Louis, Lestat knew she was fed good, speak for yourself lil Pigeon muncher (derogatory)

Y’all worried about an incinerator, I’m worried about the investigation her lil spree will evoke. A WHOLE FAMILY AND CREW? Baby that’s too many people in one spot! Gotta make it look random! (I say as if she isn’t going thru major trauma and this is her way of coping… and she’s hungry…)

“I did, inked with ungreatfulness-‘ I AM SCREAMING! LESTAT PLS 💀

Imagine your dad and his lover, your uncle, going thru your intimate thoughts (idk why she’s keeping a record, but I guess that’s them human instincts) and now you’ve gotta hear their thoughts about it? I’d start fist fighting ngl. Cuz what?! Y’all heard about MY HYMEN?, Nah, I’m jumping out the window there’s no way.

LMAOOOOO she’s so fucking smug I love it,

Now Lestat take your hands off my niece before we start beefing Fr. I don’t like this one bit, even tho I did say she needs be tussled with (by someone her size hello? An age mate…)

Not her looking to Louis, sweetie you have a better chance asking GOD 💀 Louis seems to have gotten into a state of ‘watch and speak loudly, but not loud enough’ imma need you to put your foot in it, before this man puts weight on our girls neck >:/

I’m kinda mad he didn’t say sum frfr. like I thought you were the ‘better’ of the two, I guess y’all evil twins now (good.. but how this benefit her?)

I was ready to holler as she packed a scarf with things and bound it onto a stick💀 but no, we’re just telling our dads we hate them — she’s the original Angsty teen! Good on her.

Snapped the whole mirror, I felt that. Mariah could never.

The looks Lestat is giving to Louis 💀 he’s mad mad and he needs you to fix it or he will and y’all won’t like it if he attempts. I might but let’s see.

Not the bodies upon bodies— my god.

Again, when did they teach Lestat to read! He reads the paper??

56?! CLAUDIA BE FUCKING FR! Nobody’s that fucking hungry! Maybe she was tryna experimenter. FIFTY SIX? I need to sit down.

Not only has she taken the lives of 56 ppl, she’s taking bodie parts. This wouldn’t have happened if she had a black mother, I am so fucking serious. Where are her parents? Y’all thought she was just sat in her room writing and being angry? Be FUCKING FR? No parental overview or nun and now their shocked?.. Cuz what is going on in her little mind? She’s lucky I love her or I’d be throwing up screaming crying yelling. 56?! I mean she’ll have to kill more if she stays alive but damn ..

Is she tryna play a frankinstain? Who needs ONE boob? Exactly take the set at least 😭

I love when he freezes time :)

Not this man smelling up lestats expensive perfumes >:( who let this OP in?

Claudia did; ofc, why she laughing in the back pls someone 😭 she’s giving youngest sibling vibe, only child, my parents hate eachother so I get away with everything every, living her best/worst life

SO SHES DRUNK? 😭 WAIT? 💀

Thé deputy sees a drunk child and this a whole grown woman 😭 she’s like what? 19? 20 by now ? Still who gave her liquor? Baby is swaying

Louis not the shrug! Commit to it damn it! Why can’t he lie? You’ve been (and still is) a closeted gay man, PUT YOUR BACK INTO IT!

Not the tit in her draw… under one item of clothing. How many years have passed and they’ve taught her nothing?😭 I just know her room stank!

CLAUDIA! NoT A WHOLE CORPSE! YOUNG LADY WHAT IN THE NIGHTMARE HELL IS THIS !

Not the shushing of the dying man I- 🧍🏾‍♀️

She’s cleaver tho, but only when she wants to be.

Not the guy falling i- this episode is taking a toll on my body I need to pause and breath

Not them threatening to call CPS😭 and Louis was about to get him back but now he’s being reminded of how much they sentences the queers 💀 imagine? 5 years just cuz you gay? 🧍🏾‍♀️ And I bet that’s the minimum. Yeah let’s just smile and wave.

“You wanted her you fix her” okay firstly, can these two maybe not fight infront her like this? Clearly she’s going thru the worst of worst emotions to be hiding whole bodies in her room. At least she’s too busy being drunk. It’s not even her fault, she’s intoxicated byproxy and nobody thought to offer therapy. Like damn.

“We doing this together” at no point was this a joint venture babes idk who you tryna lie to! Why does Louis still thinks this is the result of a join decision?! Yeah he didn’t have a gun to Lestats head when he turned her but if he leaves Lestat would be destroyed (which is really on him, should have told your man’s no and dealt with it then. Now this toddler body grown woman giving your bone shaking headaches everyday of your waking existence) 😭

“Which one of y’all is gonna fuck me”

I’ve not gasped and fallen this silent since they took Carlisle’s head. I really felt like I was in that room listening to her very short list of appropriate not so appropriate sexual partners and never once did I think her GUARDIANS were in the roaster…

LESTAT WHY R YOU ANSWERING HER I AM GONNA LOOSE IT! I’m glad he set it streight tho, thanks but no thanks 💀

Thé second she said ‘why can’t I make one’ I just knew Lestat I started having war flashbacks… this why you share so your family don’t become like every aspect of your very sick and very traumatizing past 😭 no cuz imagine finding out your spawn has been doing what your maker was doing before finding you? I’d pass out and stay down. WHAT?

No let me not blame him, cuz he tried to warn yallz and look, she’s attempted so much, she’s lost it. Either y’all move somewhere secluded b get a handle on it or one of y’all need to die (I’m starting to see why Ann did what she did)

This is actually so upsetting, cuz 1. This isn’t how this shit work, you don’t just turn randoms but clearly she’s in a dark desperate place where she thinks she’ll be alone forever. Lestat turne louis with purpuse and clearly cuz he knows being turned when y’a don’t want or understand it is traumatizing, yOUR HERE CUZ LOUIS WAS GOING STURR CRAZY! Can we just go back to episode 3/4 and have Claudia be brough to the hospital, a few drops to save her life and the Louis can obsess over her till she dies a natural death? Like a normal vampire? Cuz this is doing a lot (hey at least it’s better then the books, no weird shit)

Idk I’m a little insulted ngl, but why are they shocked? Ofc she tried to make someone! Look at her! 😭she’s in the trenches!

Not him holding her whole chin and calling her a mistake, baby girl pls start SWINING, at this point there’s nothing to loose cuz Louis ain’t doing nothing but standing and yelling. can he do smt? Man’s last meal was probably a mosquito, 😭 there’s no hope!

No actually I’m so pissed! Why does he keep putting his hands on her like this :( who’s making these decisions?!

“To refuse me one love when you got two” 😞 right in my chest yall

Not her calling Louis a housewife I- let me not laugh cuz this a serious scene. Girl come on now let’s calm down it wasn’t even that FUCKIBG funny

But no… so Lestat is seeing someone…. MISS A… okay…. This is why he didn’t notice? Or why he ain’t say sum?

“I’ll kill her soon” thanks ? I guess 💀 and I know he meant well with that, but babes, look at where we are, the tension has tension 😭 why was that all he said? 💀

Is she really gonna try and find other vampires cuz last I recalled thé onces Lestat has run into we’re absolutely vile and unhinge demonic + his mom, so I don’t think the odds are with 😭 like how bad you gotta be for Lestat to call you vile? BAD!

Damn speak on it — see and this is why we don’t turn everybody! cuz not everybody is meant for this life. And this is especially why we don’t pick those who’ve yet to live a life, cuz regret will occure *stares at Bella swan* anyways, Lestat warned him and here we are, the pressure is getting worser.

“we” WHO IS WE? WE YOUR PEOPLE? WE THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA? OUI OUI FRENCH WE? Who is WE? —

Let me stop yelling cuz this is sad and all I have is anger,I fear

Lmaoooo not Daniels respond, I am so mad that was me (well not fully)

He thinks there’s a context where this will make it better? Louis blink twice! She took someone’s boob, ONE, the streets are gonna chew her up if they think this is remotely real💀

They about to make Lolita vampire gothic murder documentary, the serial killerstans x pedo’s will have a field day!!! PLS

I love how this is them now (no I don’t, this makes me very upset) I cannot believe he said Paris… he’s proud but in a fake ‘my country is better then the others’ way, ew never actually go back or he’d have panic attacks IN THE CARGO! WE DONT TALK ABOUT PARIS! NOT LIKE THAT!

And now they sleeping angry as they always do, sigh. Even tho some allegedly hated it.

LESTAT MISSED THE ROARING 20’s? Fake news. There’s no fucking way he missed it, sTOP LYING

I understand him but I also need him to learn and evolve. This is so… sad..

CLAUDIA! Idk who that man is (I will-still guess) but I need her to know better then to just share a meal with a strange vampire! You don’t know his moral baseline! Yes he helpe you but CAUSE HE FELT YOU!

Pls their house is a mess, Lestat must have really given up. He gives maximalism purposeful, this looks tragic… Hoarder ‘our daughter left us n now we have nothing’ energy.

Hey at least there’s no murder charges…

Louis leave your man alone, y’all have suffered enough — so much so everybody and they mama know y’all miserable in there

Copenhagen, aye love a shoutout! 😌

‘Naw’ why does she talk like that💀 how much time has passed? Where ARE WE? I’m getting irritated

“Strange, European” aren’t they all 😭

“You kill like a killer-“ what does this mean? You want him to change his name from Bruce to killer ? Be for real please. No but Fr she sees n sense that n you still here? Baby I don’t trust this one pls let’s go

Did he just give her a …. *stares at camera* … and I’m assuming he found her all cuz what, Louis be screaming her name everybody hears, I’d be AGGY!

See how everywhere she go, everybody got sum to say about how she’s a vampire ? Exactly girl come on now LEARN! Do better 😭

Oky let me stfu and defend my niece instead of this hostility, SOMEONE GET THIS MAN AWAY FROM HER!

*insert profanities and muttered screams*

Had to pause and just breath…man’s even broke her fucking legs so she— let’s take some more breaths.

No cuz be Fr, this was added why, no TW nothing just …. No cuz what the fuck is going on. Idk what’s worst, this insertion or that they didn’t think the heavy emotional shit wasn’t enough! THIS ISNT HOW THIS IS SUPPOSE TO HO!

Daniel…. Compose yourself.

And now I’m gasping again cuz Daniel bitch slapped Louis.. y’all need to give me a second so I can think 🧍🏾‍♀️ Too much is happening..

Okay continue i guess ;I say as if I’m not the one pressing play.

Aww Lestat :/

Why is she shocked ? Babes, YOU KNEW HE WAS DIFF WHEN UR MOM FLIPPED! You saw him break the door down? Never age! Never out WHNE the sun was out? I’d be shocked too just cuz it’s one thing to see it over and over on some rare occasions shit.

See, now I’m yelling. “Whomever you are” sigh, anyways chile, y’all got me heated and now I’m sat thru this, — can’t even be too mad cuz this is exactly what we knew would happen and Louis still ain’t get it does he ? This wAs never going to work…

His own grave… at least she invited him, but that’s the cut off? Damn. Not even a ‘we’re done’, but a ‘you’re dead to me’.

I love the idea of vampires staying in contact with their family line till it does out or smt but that won’t be the case here I see. Lestat was right, once again.

Is that miss ClaudiiiiiaAa :) hi baby, what r u doing here :) come back :/ pls 🥺

Okay now im like ehhh. Cuz 1. Lestat seems like the ‘throw yourself at his feet and beg for forgiveness tell him he was right and you’ll never defy you’ cuz clearly he has a deep need to protect and safe, cuz that be him, but also doenst understand that these people aren’t him and he’s in a loose loose situation. Like I truly feel that if he’d supported Louis (even tho he tried and still tries) they’d still have been here and gotten Claudia, but he should have refused to turn her, but again, anything for Louis — even if it means loosing his sanity, popping a forhead vain every 2-3 business days and being DISREPECTed/disobeyed. I’m just glad he’s used to chaos so this isn’t too far out of his baseline (it’s sad but yeah ;/)

And there it is … the first. Okay let’s get it all out y’all, everybody just go awf! Speak yalls peace! See she ain’t meant shit lmao she’s here to get her dad and GO!

😀 WAIT! … 😳

NO! Don’t tell him to read her mind! Argh! He knows cuz that was him, he KNOWS! CUZ THAT WAS HIM! ENOUGH! Argh! No no no no no STOP BEING CRUIL! WHO EVEN IS RHIS? WHAT IS THIS BEHAVIOR?! LESTAT WOULD NEVER !

Had to stop, I feel sick ngl.

That doenst feel like smt he’d do… throw it in her face? And Claudia is tryna expose him to Louis as if Louis not just standing there, knowing, he knows how Lestat is and he always excused it — even the bad and the worst, but I fear he’ll do nothing! PLS DO SOMETHING! Istg this man feels defeated like Louis PLS!

I’m back and should have stayed my ass curious.

Now this a throw down but my god… is Lestat that much stronger or is Louis just not throwing these punches hard enough? Okay jokes aside, this is not giving lestat’s he’s not a ‘fight me’ and actually fights type of bitch, he’s a ‘yells in your face 2 coffins part, gets in your face twice till you hit him where it hurts and he falls to the ground like a rag doll forced into a trance of femme icing and remembering how far he’s come, not realizing you’ve left him with all his unresolved trauma’ type. ACTUALLY THROWING DOWN? He did that what, ONCE? But— yeah let me continue I guess

Bless Louis for trying to keep her out of this, he shouldn’t have to… no cuz wasn’t i yelling for him to do something? And now he’s getting his ass beaten? I should have stfu cuz I don’t want THAT to happen. :(

Okay. We’re dragging our man’s by the jaw… this could have been an iconic shot if it wasn't Lou … like it looks so… vicious. :/

Not the flying :/ we’re going backwards damn it (I say as if there’s any going back from that)

Whomever wrote this episode wanted PROBLEMS my god. WHAT AM I WATCHING

And he said it, let go, and he did, let go. But let me guess, Lestat gonna be back on some forgive me. Sigh, I thought they read the books wtf is this (that speech was good tho, just hate it was held this way… like this? While he’s so…. Literally hanging on by a thread. cuz phew.)

There’s literally no coming back, so is Lestat dying in the next Ep? cuz if they’re tryna wrap up and rush us then, congratulations, I’’m rushed thru. Feel like I was just forcefully thrusted into something.

And this was what? Claudia’s POV? With Louis’ inputs? When will Lestat speak? No cuz wtf is happening for us to get from A to Z? Even if Lestat speaks I don’t trust anybody! I need the neighbors pov. I wanna see all angles cuz clearly someoens lying and idc what anybody says if that’s what Claudia saw, that’s what she saw..

Last note, if this had been true to the rest of the plot/script so far, I feel like Louis and Claudia would have simply left and Lestat would have let them (been angry bitter and hated it) cuz the whole point of much of former episodes showed us that Lestat quote literally was never gonna hurt Louis intentionally. He gave him FREEDOME and if Louis wanted to leave and that’s as what he wanted, Lestat would have let him go. Not drop from the sky after beating the dog shit out of him. Who was that? Whomever is behind this episode, wtf is your damage bro?

Am I a Lestat apologist still? Yes, idk this Lestat right here, but the one I defend and apologize for ? Always, the girlies that get it, get it.

[mchaelscofield]

PLEASE give me your in depth review after you read the chapter i love reading your thoughts 😭😭😭

also, you see what i mean about the servicing 😛😛😛

First things first imma plug the fic cause my sista ate this shit up! Check it out if you got TASTE and like things of quality:

Now onto my thoughts…

Wheeeew that opening… yeah I ate it UPPP. Oh you’re nasty! You’re nasty as hell and I love it 🤣 no cause why Dick and Kory was FAWKING. And when Kory was reminiscing Dick fucking her in front of that mirror… father gawd I come to you on bended knee… no like you’re sick for that and I was loving every second of it pls 😭 one thing about you, you gon body some fucking smut

The dialogue you had running too while they were in bed… oh you’re not right for that. You’re not right for that at ALL. When Kory said “I know you love it” and you described #that look that showed in Dick’s eyes… like bitch I’m only human 😭 there’s only so much I can take 😭😭

And then Kory wanna talk about some “they’re not together. They just using each other’s bodies for fun”… yeah ok sista girl… keep saying it out loud and maybe you’ll convince hope cause you sure as hell ain’t convincing me

Omg my poor baby Gar tho 😭 he been through it and I know his ass is dealing with bare PTSD but he tryna be strong and keep it to himself. Like someone get my son some help 😭

That lil dig you threw at Hank and Dawn oh I giggled BAD like 😭😭 you’re so nasty for that 😭 and then when you listed everyone left in the tower and Kory was like, “she likes it this way” oh I grinned. Cause miss me with that big ass cast they got on the show 🙄

Oh but wow. Not you showing the team doing things that don’t have to do with a mission??? Yea I needed that 😭 like it’s ok to laugh and enjoy yourselves while STILL moving the plot forward (see how that works)

Ugh after the altercation with that racist ass man when Dick came in to check on her… why do you know all my weak points sista??? Like that man was kissing all up on her face and nuzzling her nose like my gawd your pen… It ain’t right and it ain’t fair. Because you know my ass is weak as hell for that trope my gawd I’m in shambles 😭😭

And then that man giving her a massage after?? We see right through you Richard like you ain’t slick 😭

Oh gawd but you really ended me when Kory was watching Anastasia and you wrote how she missed her momma like… no why I’m getting sad?? Definitely giggled at her daddy getting paid dust tho, that nasty ass man! 🤷🏾‍♀️

The guilt she was feeling for not fighting to get back home and knowing shit is most likely in shambles and the images she keeps seeing 😭 lawd I was shaking n throwing up when my baby was crying in front of the mirror like… your pen on another level

I know shit bout to hit the fan in the next chapters and I’m both terrified and ready to eat that shit right on up 🙏🏾

This meal you’ve prepared for us is too sweet and my ass us gon continue to eat and eat and eat and eat. And when I’ve eaten and I think I can no longer eat more, imma push through and keep eating and eating and eating.

You a real one for this fic like. You giving the people what they want 😭 I hope you getting ya coochie ate for your service to the community 🧎🏾‍♀️