#i think they had an understanding that even if they didn't speak; it didn't mean they weren't friends...

[neigepomme]

˙ ✩°˖ ☃️ soft patience / zayne x reader

synopsis; zayne's the bestest boyfriend in the world when you're going through cramps — even though some misunderstanding led some tears to shed.

🍎 pomme's notes - psst! my asks are open! taking some quick requests :D i'm in a writing mood!!!!

⋆ 500 words / fluff / reader is afab (mentions of periods!) / 2nd person / super self-indulgent :3c

i think zayne would be so very patient during your periods. of course, there's the whole doctor thing, and while he is your physician, he is first and foremost your boyfriend.

that man's got the patience of a saint. if you ever blow up on him because of the cramps and the nagging, he stays quiet and steps out, and you're just left wondering if that was his last straw (spoiler alert — never. you're as stuck with him as he is with you).

you're left stunned. how could he just walk away like that? you're just having a hard time. you didn't mean to drive him away — you care about him so deeply, but god, does your head hurt, and your stomach has been aching so so badly.

when the initial shock dissipates, and you start feeling the tears welling in your eyes, the door to your shared apartment opens again, and zayne walks in with a bag of takeout from your favorite place and chocolates.

when he catches a glimpse of your teary eyes, his eyes widen in return, and he puts down the bags to focus on you, worried if your cramps were more painful than usual.

"are you okay love?", he says softer than usual, as if to not disturb you.

"i- i thought you had-" you stammer in between deep breaths, trying hard not to start crying, "i thought you'd had enough, zayne."

he tries to speak but you interrupt him again;

"i know i'm a pain right now but i can't help it, i'm — i didn't mean to be rude to you" a sob softly escapes you, "i know you care about me, but everything is just too much all at once now but please, don't leave me zayne, i'm so sorry."

his hands cup your face delicately slightly shifting your head up to see your face. his thumbs wipe away the tears now freefalling from your eyes, and he gives you an understanding smile.

"why would i leave you?", he hums a bit before speaking again, "i thought i'd let you breathe a bit and get some food for you. i know i was being overbearing, and forgive me for it, my love."

shaking your head, you profusely apologize in return and he laughs a bit.

"we look silly apologizing to each other this hard, don't we?" and that finally brings a smile to your face, managing to pull a breathy laugh out of you.

and in hindsight, maybe thinking that zayne;

the man who hides you away from jumpscares in the horror movies you insist on watching,

the man who texts you daily, checking if you ate,

the man who drops by your house just to give you a hug when you've had a hard day,

the man who would do anything to see you smile,

would leave you after an emotional outburst in one of your most vulnerable moments was a bit dramatic.

yeah. zayne would love you through it all. he's got the patience of a saint, doesn't he?

[rosenclaws]

Heey! I think your requests are closed, but when you open them, do you think you could write about Logan (any variant) with a reader who has a bad relationship with food? I kinda need the comfort right now, I have to eat to survive, but I hardly ever want to eat, and when I do I feel guilty about it, specially if it's not something super healthy or low cal.

I think Logan would be a really good partner and show support, make sure his partner eats well or doesn't slip meals and even cooks for them :')

Hi! Absolutely I can, I understand what you're going through and I want to know that you're loved and you have my full support <3 I picked origins Logan for this, he just gives off the softest vibes and would be a completely supportive and sweet partner. It's a little short and I apologize but I hope it helps <33

warnings: eating disorder/bad relationship with food, please don't read if this would possibly trigger you

Logan could tell something was off from the moment he walked through the door. His stomach rumbled as he smelled whatever delicious meal you were making for dinner. As he entered the kitchen he saw you pulling a pan out of dinner. Lasagna, his favorite.

"Smells fucking amazing," He purrs as he wraps his hands around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

He still smells like pine needle and dirt from work. Normally he doesn't get back till way past dinner time but today was an easy day. How lucky he gets to eat dinner with the love of his life huh?

"Logan! You scared me." You huff as you gently push his arms off your body.

"Go clean up dinners almost ready." He frowns as you shoo him away.

Lately things have just felt off. You smiled and laughed like you always do but there were little things that just didn't feel right. Especially around meal times.

"Okay sweetheart, I'll be right back." Logan can't help but wonder what could possibly be wrong.

Are you sick? Is something bothering you? If so why wouldn't you tell him? Worries start to invade his thoughts. What could be going on that you can't even go to him about it? After a quick shower and a change of clothes he heads back to the kitchen. Only to see one plate of food sitting on the counter.

"I made it with the sauce you like, not the off brand one." You say with a smile but Logan's worry remains. He sits at the counter and takes the plate.

"Where's yours?" He asks. Your face falls for just a second. Anyone else would have missed it but not Logan. Not when it comes to you.

"Not hungry." You try and play it off, pushing the plate closer but Logan grabs your wrist.

"Logan, I had a big lunch. I'll eat later." You try and tug out of Logan's grip but he remains firm. Never enough to hurt you but enough to keep you there. To keep you from running away.

"I don't believe you. In fact, I've barely seen you eat anything in the last couple months."

The memories come flooding back. He's seen you eat, but its never much and it's always healthy. Shame starts to creep into his bones as he realizes he's failed to put the pieces together. All this time.

"Please sweetheart, whatever is going on you can tell me." Tears start to well up in your eyes as Logan speaks.

You never meant for him to find out. You thought you could handle this on your own. You had been so careful and eat just enough so that he never caught on. But the truth is you're exhausted. Food is nothing more that a means to survive. Everyday you force yourself to eat just enough and no more. Its been exhausting. Especially if the food you eat is too many calories or just plain unhealthy.

Logan almost jumps across the counter the moment he sees the tears, fearing the worst. He abandons his dinner in favor of wrapping you in his arms on the couch. Cooing softly as you cry and explain everything to him. He doesn't say a word, he just listens. Rubbing your back and letting you soak his shirt with tears.

When you're done you prepare for the worst. What if Logan leaves? I mean it would certainly be easier for him to not have to deal with. All of this. But he doesn't. With gentle hands he cups your face and dries your tears.

"I'm so sorry." He mumbles. Sorry that he didn't notice sooner and sorry you've been carrying this for so long.

"Are you mad?" You ask quietly.

"No, of course not." Logan presses a kiss to your forehead.

"Listen honey, this isn't healthy." He knows that you know that but its not as easy as just a flip of a switch to change habits that had been built for years.

"I'm going to be with you every step of the way alright?" He says, tilting your head up so you can look him in the eyes. He wants you to know that he truly means every word.

"Okay," Logan pulls you into a tight hug, whispering sweet words over and over. He wishes he could take all your pain away in an instant. He'd bear it for you without even asking, but he can't.

But he stays true to his promise. Logan is there when you need him, to remind you to eat and taking it upon himself to make meals for you and with you. Some days were harder than others but Logan carried the weight you couldn't.

Things still aren't easy, but with Logan by your side you think you might be able to do anything.

[smallestapplin]

It won’t come off

Warnings : first contact au, major character death (reader dies), Bee and reader are close despite the language barrier, could be read as platonic or romantic. Italicized dialogue means only one understand.

This was commissioned by : @bellafragolina

Word count : 1,596

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You were just so small compared to him, to see someone so tiny and squishy he couldn’t believe his optics! You looked up at the towering mech in a mix of awe and fear, you didn't even come up to his knees, he's so massive to you. You speak yet he can’t understand you, he can see your intake moving but it's a bunch of cute mutters and squeaks to his audials, but that’s okay!

“Don’t worry little buddy I got you. Oh primus, this is great! I get to show you around, I’m sure A-a-tron and Steve will love ya!”

He’s gentle with you despite his excitement, picking you up with care and even taking you small little space craft with him. You don’t understand anything he says, it sounds like whirls beeps and clanking to you, but that should be fine, right? It’s clear he’s a sentient robot of sorts, you wish you could communicate and ask.

But with how damaged your space craft is, you don’t think that would be possible.

You two swiftly fall into a routine, he works and you scavenge around for any metals you can use to repair your ship, though you’re glad you still had food and supplies on board. You don’t get a lot of time to do so, however, this mech loves talking to you even if you can’t understand him, you can hear his tone.

It’s cute how he lights up when you answer, it gets him rambling that much more. Being down here with no light, unable to tell how long you’ve been here, makes it hard to keep track of how long you’ve been missing, surely communications back home would try to find you, right? Looking back at the yellow bot you smile, maybe being stuck here isn’t so bad, though you’re not sure how much food and water you have left or how long it’ll last you.

Though over the course of your stay you’ve picked up on a few words, one of which at least part of his name, the look of joy that crosses his face and the whirling metal sound which you could only think was a squeal, lets you know he’s overjoyed to hear you call him ‘Bee.’ Though he has a much harder time with your language, you can hear him call you ‘little buddy’ all the time, it’s adorable in your eyes, it worries you a little how long he must’ve been here alone.

You heard it first, the sound of something falling? Maybe it’s because everything on this planet is so much louder, but you hid in the hole in Bee’s chest plate not wanting to take chances. You hear Bee coo at you, placing a hand over where you hid, thinking you’re just so cute. Only moments later do you hear talking, and Bee excitedly rambling as your name pops up a few times.

You wish you could understand them better.

“Little buddy? Orion, please, he’s insane.”

“Dee, be nice, he can help us find a way out!”

“Oh yeah, sorry little buddy is just shy! I mean I don't blame them for how small they are, but they are so cute! Best company ever. Now that you two are here we can have massive sleepovers, dude it’ll be great-“

Even from Bee’s chest you can hear the annoyance of one of them. Being able to hear things but not see them is horrifying as you can recognize the panic in their voices, the sadness, the anger, feel when Bee is running and freaking out. Just what is happening out there? You almost didn’t want to leave the safety of Bee’s chest plate, it was safer here, and he’d protect you!

B127 cringes, looking like a guilt turbofox as Alpha Trion and now the others stare at him, yeah having a cog would be so cool! But where would his little buddy stay? you’re too close to where his cog would go, too close to-

“H-hey, you can’t just-“

“An organic?” From the open chest plate Alpha Trion holds you up, such a small little thing, fleshy and squishy.

You shake under the new bots' glazes, all of them staring you down, some in awe, some in curiosity, some in bewilderment, but the large purple one is not easy to read like they are, or even like Bee is. The yellow bot reaches for you as you shakily call his name, your voice as small as you are, and quaking in fear at this newcomer.

“They are my friend, you can’t just take them!” Even as nervous as he is, he refuses to let you get taken from him, he can protect you just fine.

Alpha Trion glances between you and the newly fogged yellow bot, before carefully handing you back to him. You cling to Bee’s zero, just as he clings to you, holding you close to his helm and trying to mutter soothing things to you.

“I see you are fond of them, but let it be known this entire world can hurt them or worse, they are too soft to handle this place on their own. And with your next journey ahead, I fear what may happen to them.”

Though the older cybertronian warns him, Bee holds you closer.

“I can protect them! I have up to this point, even before all this, they are my little friend, we spent so much time in the mines together, they even learned how to say a nickname for me!”

Their usual silly cybertronian was determined, optics narrowed filled with promise that nothing could get between him and you. Though Alpha Trion was not convinced, merely giving a solemn nod before the first blaster set off. Back into Bee’s spark chamber you went, and they went running once more, trying to figure out their new T-cogs. You groan at the whiplash from going to sit in Bee’s spark chamber, to a driver’s seat, back to the spark chamber, and constantly flipping between a soft blue and the chaos happening outside.

When everything finally goes still you wish it made you calm down, but it only made you worry more, Bee was never quiet, there was always sound around you, his humming, his chatter, the sound of his work around you, nothing was ever still like this. Yet you stay put, Bee is the only one you trust, he’d keep you guarded.

When the sound returns you breathe a sigh of relief, even if it sounded angry, at least Bee was talking.. all this adventuring has made you tired and hungry, you can’t wait to go back to the mines and back to your ship. You nuzzle against the blue pulsing thing in his chest plate with you, briefly noting how Bee’s voice shakes as you do so.

He speaks to you, yet you can only understand him saying ‘not’, maybe if you wait a little more you two can get things settled. Bee tried but taking on so many bots at once in such chaos, and trying to help Orion and Elita out was overwhelming, but he’d do it, he can’t let anyone down when they’ve done so much for him.

It was a slip up, he didn’t get the blast coming but it didn’t go too deep in his plating, he can still fight!…what is all this red stuff leaking from his chest plate? It’s no oil he’s ever seen before. His spark sank, swiftly taking cover from all the fire to rip his spark chamber open and pull you out.

You’re weak.

It hurts to move.

Your pained whimper makes his eyes leak, you can hear him frantically muttering to you, comming someone like Orin for help, but you can’t take it, he sounds so upset.

You place a hand to his face plate, softly speaking to him trying to settle his nerves, but it's just making him cry that much harder. You’re certain he’s apologizing, for what you aren’t sure, but you’re just happy to have met him and seen life beyond your stars.

“It’s okay…I’m here. Bee, please don’t…don’t feel bad.” You know he can’t understand your words, your languages apart, but the love for him united you both.

Your eyes feel heavy, but he needs you, you know he does, he’s your friend, you can’t leave him. Orion appears in view, saying something to Bee but the yellow bot lets out a wail, not wanting to let you go, you’re hurt, you need him!

You’re human.

You’re soft, just like Alpha Trion said.

This world was against you, such small thinsg to them would be the end of you.

If only Bee had taken it to spark to realize just how fragile his squishy friend was, he was sure you’d never get hurt.

Some friend, he is, right, little buddy?

Yet your body is limp, you aren’t answering his ever growing yells of your little name, you can’t leave him, you can’t…

Orion places a servo on Bee’s shoulder, letting his friend grieve such a heavy loss. You would want him to live, to fight on, protect anyone from your fate. But the larger bot stays quiet, keeping his thoughts to himself as Bee refuses to let your limp body go.

And he’d have to until you can have a proper going away after they stop this madness.

But he can’t let you go, even placing your body in his spark chamber again and weeps. You’re limp, you’re losing your warmth.

And this red stuff won’t come off.

[smoochsweetheart]

First of all, love your profile theme, it looks so well put together and cute!! And I do appreciate how thorough your introduction and what you are willing to write. Happy to have you in the fandom space!

For my request, if it’s all good, would you be able to do a Shadow and chronically ill (Y/n)? Such as if they’re having a day with a bad flare up and he tries to take care of them in his own Shadow way lmao. I trust you to take as much creative liberty as you would like, and I always do appreciate lengthy stuff so yap as much as you want! :)

Warning: I'm not familiar with chronic illness symptoms so I used Google and it said: chronic illness symptoms can include excessive fatigue, pain, difficulty with movements, and emotional or mood disorders. I'm not sure if this is accurate but it's all I have so be prepared for inaccuracy! Can be read as any gender and/or any relationship status

Sum. Shadow with a chronically ill reader

Notes: I think I love you ?? Tysm for the kind words!! I'm glad you like my theme I was worrying it wasn't good cuz I did it all in one day (yesterday) around 4 am - 1 pm loll and now I've been awake since heh I'm glad people are this welcoming<33

When shadow first found out about your chronic illness, he didn't think much of it. He thought it would he better to not be friends with you, thinking he'd get attached and have to suffer from your loss once again. He couldn't resist though, your charm, behavior, it was like a magnet for anyone to be attracted to. Slowly, shadow started hanging out with you; helping you walk when you had trouble with it, he knew he could get attached.

♡ When you woke up with extreme pain, Shadow knew something was up, he just didn't know what. After you explained what was happening, he tried to be as understanding as possible, even though he didn't say anything. For the whole day (or even days if it persists) Shadow doesn't let you out of bed, making you food and taking care of you was something he'd do all the time but imagine now he's an overprotective mother with a sick child.

♡ Essentially, Shadow becomes a caretaker, he doesn't want you to feel pain or lose you too, he knows he won't be able to stop every little bad thing you have, but he still wants to make you feel good! (Take that as u will) Shadow sees it fit to take care of a loved one when they're sick and you're no exception. Shadow always felt scared and fear when meeting new people; what if he gets attached and they leave him? What if—does he even get attached?— he has to watch you die? It all felt like too much, but he wouldn't dare leave you. You mean too much for him

♡ Shadow isn't by any means bad at taking care of people, even with his brooding and stubborn nature he can be a really good friend! His feelings will always be decided but he won't stop caring for you, either way, Shadow can take really good care of the people he loves, if you don't love communication and think actions speak louder than words then this is your guy! Shadow loves it when he can actually help people that care for him/he cares for, it brings him a sense of joy knowing he's taking care of a loved one. And that's all that matters to him, it doesn't matter if you're physically sick, he'll always be there for you

[katerinaaqu]

Lol where did I say anyone's opinions is less than another's for that matter? Actually that is literally what you said to me. That my opinion doesn't matter because someone else had that opinion. And I also love the "I am not afraid to" like I feel honored you think someone would be "afraid of me" but that was never part of my profile to begin with lol. No one said you cannot say your opinions. Ironically you came and say to me that my opinion is off. I mention my ethnicity because of your comment about how Greeks look like and I said that I believe I qualify very much to say how Greeks look like. That is not an opinion that is a fact.

I am pretty sure you are being confused. Greeks are europeans. If akin color is not race (which I agre you can find variants to each race group if one can use that) but my comment just in case it escaped you was to show exactly that when you show different ethnicities that also belong to different races or ethnic groups it should be commendable from all sides. And I as a Greek person know that Greeks come in all different shades within the European spectrum. Not in every shade as to every continent in the world. Of we talk about ethnically Greeks that is. If we talk about people with greek nationality that belong to different ethnic groups of course they are as greek as I am nationally but ethnically speaking Greeks are europeans. People in Africa come in many different shades as well. That doesn't mean that I will hire a Scottish looking person to play an African deity nor will I make a historical film about South Africa or Zimbabwe by hiring people from nowadays predominantly white communities just because they are born and raised in Africa for hundreds of years. The same with Greeks. Greeks were moving around in Africa AND Asia. That doesn't give me the right to cast ethnically Greeks to play ethnically African or Asian people just because "different shades" it just looks wrong. And I would absolutely agree to anyone opposing such a bizarre notion.

Like I said the people that I talked with didn't enjoy it. They mocked it. And again I love it how literally double standards is the reason why you attack me in the first place. That for some reason out of the entire bunch voting here it was MY COMMENT about MY CHOICE that erupted this reaction from you or the other commenter but lol

Okay there were a bunch of people who enjoyed racist movies of the past about Africa as well. Does that make whitewashing of Africa right? Of course not. People disrespected the Egyptian history for ages and yet people enjoyed it. Does that mean we shouldn't make it right? Of course not also Greeks laughed at the inaccuracies for a long time and there is always a breaking point for everything or when someone says "maybe it is starting to get too much" the same way that Greeks also complaint about how North European actors are being constantly hired to play greek figures as well. They liked it once they liked it twice but after decades and decades it became annoying and disrespectful.

And I understand and appreciate your opinion but again if it is not so important then why won’t you let people who DO care speak their mind on them and again I wasn't even speaking on the artist whom as I said I deeply appreciate their style and the way they offer effort to the art and all. If it is not important then why did you step in? Again I insulted no one. In fact people came for me with the will to attack me and they have attacked me before for having an opinion for my own culture and its representation and never have I implied that my opinion is the universal truth or truth for all Greeks etc.

I disagree. Like I said Greek gods to me are better depicted as Greeks wanted them to get depicted. The same that Egyptian gods should be as Egyptian wanted them depicted Indian gods should be as Indians wanted them depicted and so on and so forth so the idea that there is no such thing as accuracy to me is wrong. But as I said before that is my opinion.

Redesigned my Athena.

[lucky-slice]

bc I know you have good kevriko thoughts I’m wondering if u have any thoughts about what would have happened if Kevin and Riko met after the final. It seems from TRK that Riko didn’t realize he was going to die until the very end but given how he knows exy is his only worth I’m wondering if he would be actually losing it beforehand. I keep thinking if he saw Kevin atp they would have a Riko version of a tender moment remembering how they used to be each others only support. I think Kevin would be even more devastated in the aftermath of Riko’s death

Now I’ve made myself sad and had to share this with other people

Okay, so uh sit down cause this is about to be annoyingly long.

I'm by no means a kevRiko expert but I do enjoy thinking about them. Personally I don't think an interaction between Kevin and Riko after the final would be in any way positive. Riko is so far gone by that point.

The thing about Riko is that we're slowly watching him spiral. He is systematically loosing everything that he thought he had while desperately trying to hold onto it and it cumulates in his death. It's distinctly clear in the final game that he has lost his hold on Kevin regardless of whether or not he wants to accept that. Up until this point, Riko has been hostile in his interactions with Kevin and Neil, but there's always been a sense of control because he was backed by the steadfast belief that Kevin is his.

Think about their interaction after the Kathy interview. Riko is speaking as if he is simply indulging Kevin's whims to go take on the Foxes as a pet project.

He says this: "I do not approve, Kevin," Riko said. "You should get rid of him as soon as possible." Implying that he has control over what Kevin does with the foxes - as if he is giving permission for Kevin to continue play pretending as a Fox.

And then when Riko hits Kevin. It's not out of anger necessarily, but more of an automatic reaction of discipline. It's an action of ownership.

He reached for Neil, but Kevin caught his arm to stop him. Riko slammed his elbow back into Kevin's face without missing a beat.

This is such a fast response. It's as if they've played this game a thousand times and Riko is simply putting Kevin in his place the same way one would a misbehaving dog. Riko has not accepted that Kevin has actually left him and this continues through every interaction up until the final.

There's a part during the banquet scene where Riko is discussing Kevin's claim that Kevin didn't know who Neil was. He says: "After seeing Kevin's reaction I am inclined to believe him. Perhaps I can understand, as I know how blind Kevin can be when it comes to Exy. I might even forgive him for sheltering you from me."

This is particularly interesting to me because it gives insight to where Riko's head is at in regards to Kevin leaving to join the foxes and his refusal to acknowledge Riko's ownership of him. Riko does not understand that breaking Kevin's hand was the ultimate betrayal, not really. I personally believe that Exy comes second for Riko. Exy is a means for control and it's what his family demands of him, so his drive to be number one comes from a place of birthright and of the need for validation for the Moriyama name. You could functionally replace Exy with anything for Riko and it wouldn't make a difference. The same is not true for Kevin, who cares about exy for the sake of his love for the sport. (There's other stuff here as well, but that's another discussion). Riko understands this to a certain extent, but he indulges it in the same vain that he indulged Kevin's interest for history by doing a history major. He is using Kevin's love for exy as an excuse to justify Kevin's perceived disloyalty. From Riko's perspective, Kevin left the nest not because Riko betrayed him or because he is no longer Riko's brother, but because Kevin is blind when it comes to exy. Kevin will come back to him once he's fulfilled his little fantasy of playing coach.

But then the final comes around and Kevin is no longer playing the role he's supposed to. He is making it explicitly clear that Riko no longer owns him, and Riko is forced to reckon with the fact that he has truly lost any sense of hold that he had on Kevin.

Compare these two interactions:

During the banquet: Kevin flinched and offered a weak response. Riko stabbed a finger at him in angry accusation and rattled away, getting louder and more incensed by the second. Neil watched Kevin wilt beneath the weight of his brother's—no, owner's—fury.

During the final: Kevin ignored him until Riko said something else, then slid a cool look Riko's way and answered. Neil didn't know what he said, but Riko twisted his gloved hands around his stick like he was imagining breaking Kevin's neck.

Riko has lost him and he knows it.

Then at the same time, you have the complete break down of the falsely constructed hierarchy around Riko and his place within. Riko's whole worldview and sense of self is crumbling.

Riko's place as a Moriyama, even as second family, is incredibly important to him. It's the only thing that gives him any sense of worth. He has been cast aside but at the very least he has control over the Ravens and of those beneath him in the hierarchy (i.e Jean, Neil and Kevin) because he is a Moriyama son.

We see bits of pieces of this insecurity - his reaction to not being invited to his own father's funeral and the way he speaks with the authority of his family even though he does not have access to to the power behind the Moriyama name.

So when Kevin makes his stand with the foxes, when he refuses to cower to Riko's authority over him, he is not just betraying Riko himself, but he is betraying this carefully constructed illusion of power. If Riko can not control Kevin, and Neil by extension, he has nothing.

Which is why the moment when Riko tries to kill Neil is such a pivotal moment for his character arc.

The thing that sets Riko off is not loosing the match, but instead it's Neil's comment to him.

"I'd ask you how it feels, but I guess you've always known what it's like to be second, you worthless piece of shit."

This isn't about the Raven's loosing or about Riko coming second to Kevin, this is a stark reminder that Riko has never had any real power. He has never been anything but a forgotten second son locked in a basement. Riko is angry at Neil, not because he insulted him, but because this is the final nail in the coffin of the delusion that Riko has been indulging in since he was a child. The line that separates Riko from Neil, Kevin, and even Jean is so painfully thin and Neil just snapped it in half.

When Riko attempts to kill Neil, he's not just attempting to murder someone - he is attempting to kill someone that does not belong to him. Neil belongs to the Moriyamas and Riko is only really a Moriyama in name. Neil is not his to break in this way. That's why this moment is unhinged. Like yeah the murder on national television isn't great, but its the fact that Riko is going directly against his family - his masters - that exemplify how far gone Riko is.

I don't think there would be any tender moments between Riko and Kevin because Kevin has betrayed him in an irredeemable way. Riko is too angry, too destroyed for anything approaching that. There's like 19 years of simmering resentment and denial resting in that final moment after the buzzer goes.

I like the idea of Riko and Kevin as children because there's still the possibility of Riko realizing that he and Kevin are the same. Neither of them had any control over their lives and they were both owned in the same way. But that didn't happen. Kevin's coping mechanism was obedience and Riko's coping mechanism was concocting the illusion of power. Their relationship is built off of this and Riko is certainly not going to thank Kevin for reminding him that they both started out in the same place.

And honestly, I think that Riko dying while still grasping at this threadbare illusion of his own worth is far more tragic for both him and Kevin. Because Kevin will never get any closure to their relationship. He will never know if Riko ever truly loved him as a brother or if he only cared about him to the extent that it allowed for Riko to fill the hole that was left by the abandonment of his own family.

And this is so fucking sad:

"Ichirou," Riko said, so choked with emotion Neil almost couldn't understand him. He could have been cursing Ichirou's name for waiting so long to come into his life. He could have been begging for justice or revenge. Riko opened his mouth to say something else but closed it again when Ichirou cradled Riko's cheek in his free hand.

You would not get the same emotional weight in Riko's death if Riko had some kinda realization with Kevin. Riko's relationship with Kevin is a pseudo replacement for his relationship with his own brother. Ichirou will never acknowledge him, and so he enacts that feeling of abandonment onto Kevin in the form of ownership. The only time Ichirou acknowledges him is to end his life. If Riko were able to actually view Kevin as a brother or to gain some retroactive self-reflection on their relationship, he wouldn't need to beg for Ichirou in the last moments of his life. And that just hits hard.

Sorry this got a bit out of hand to what you were actually asking, but tdlr: no I don't think there would be any moments of tender recollection between them, and I think Riko's death is more devastating because of that.

[torusbvnny]

VAMPIRE!SUGURU

cw: none..? beginner writing perhaps

a/n: first writing post or general post in dis new blog lmk if enjoyed or if u want another part which i doubt ill make.. constructive criticism welcme js pls dont be needlessly mean 2 me im sensitive

“darling, you can’t stay on this strike forever.” 

there it was, again. his grating voice. suguru hadn't shown how much you ignoring him truly affected him—at least, not yet. but you knew after a week already that he'd grown impatient. 

you were actually surprised he'd lasted as long as he had, though you guessed centuries alive—or rather, undead—had given him a better sense of patience. 

you huffed, rolling your eyes. they weren't as vivid as his deep purple ones which you could feel glaring at you from across the room. 

still, you didn't speak. 

he let out a deep sigh. even that sounded elegant—or petulant—and it irritated you further—the effortless grace suguru possessed from living lavishly for hundreds of years. 

“soon enough, my dear, you'll understand why i did what i did. i can't live without you-” 

you snorted. as if he were even alive in the first place. 

he took a second to speak again, his own irritation growing. 

“i know you're angry, but look on the bright side. you have the gift of immortality. your beauty—a timeless one—will live on forever. think of the lives you can live.” 

his voice had grown pleading as he approached you, his hands snaking up your arms.

“why would the lives I'm able to live now matter to me, if I'm forced to live them with you?” you bit out, pulling away from his suffocating grip. 

“i may have felt something for you before, but how could i possibly love you after what you've done? not just to me, but to the many people whose lives you've taken—just to sustain your own?”

you sucked in a deep breath before speaking again. 

“i don't want to become like that, like you. a monster.”

he took a while to respond. long enough you’d thought—hoped—that he'd left. but you knew he hadn't. 

he chuckled, a soft, dark sound that immediately set your spine straight. 

“too bad you don't have a choice anymore, darling.” suguru spoke softly, his tone sweet yet laced with the promise of violence.

suddenly, he was behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist, and his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered again.

“too bad i don't care about how you feel anymore. you're mine, my creation. and you'll grow to enjoy it.” 

his dark presence and the threat behind his words left you breathless, unable to move within his grip. 

“i'll see to that.” 

[divab0dy]

Giving hamzah or art their first handjob🙈🙈💋

Hands on Learning

contains: smut MDNI!!! sub!art, virgin!art, hand job obv, lmk if there's anything else

authors note: okay i really wanted to write this about hamzah but i cannot picture him getting his first hj at his big age. art is pathetic tho i could picture him getting his first kiss at 35. maybe i'll write something similar with hamzah tho!! also side note this is like the worst thing i've ever fucking written so lmk if you want me to rewrite this😭

art had been the sweet kid, always in the shadow of patrick when he came around stanford. dragging art to parties of a school he didn't go to, forcing art to talk to people, guiding him on how to do so. sometimes with patrick feeding him information and things to say, it felt like the people he talked to were more of patrick's than his.

you were the first one who felt like his. he had met you at a party that he didn't go to with patrick. in fact he didn't even tell patrick about you until after he asked you out. he did this all on his own. you were also the only relationship that had ever gone anywhere besides a first date and kiss at the end of the night if he was lucky.

you were in his dorm, making out on his bed, sat up on your knees, next to him, tilting your head down to kiss him. this happened very often, but it never seemed to lead anywhere, he always had some work to do, or something for tennis to be at. you knew he was lying but couldn't quite understand why.

this particular time he seemed to be letting it go on longer than others, his hands wandered down your waist to your hips. you pull back slightly and move to put a hand on his thigh, but stop when you feel something plush. you pull back all the way, realizing that he has a pillow in his lap.

you laugh and he returns with a chuckle, his far more nervous than yours. "sorry," he breathes.

"it's okay. are you nervous?" you rest a hand on this pillow.

"yeah... sorry," he looks away as he speaks.

"do you not want to..." you trail off.

"no! no i do! i just..." now he's trailing off.

"we don't have to do anything you don't want to," you reassure.

"okay yeah... i mean i really want to... i'm just nervous," he sighs, his eyes meeting yours again.

"why don't you let me take this," you tug at the pillow and he allows it. you remove the pillow from his lap and notice how he's tenting in his black tennis shorts.

you kiss him again to distract him, placing a hand on his thigh to hopefully help calm his nerves. he jolts when your hand meets his thigh, not your intended reaction. you push your tongue past his lips, intruding in on his mouth as his does the same to yours.

you move to sit on his lap while he's distracted in the kiss. he reacts instinctively, pushing his hips up into yours and groaning into your mouth. you swallow his moans and return with a few of your own.

he pulls back, "i've never done this before," he blurts.

"never done what?" you reposition yourself, away from his cock, straining through the think material of his shorts.

"i'm like... i'm a virgin," his eyes can't seem to meet yours, his hands suddenly fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

"that's okay... what have you done before?" you try to keep your voice sweet and sincere.

"really nothing... just hmm. just making out." he still can't meet yours eyes.

"we can start real slow of you want," you bring your hand down to rest on his thigh, next to his crotch. you're trying your best to keep your voice light hearted and calm, hiding the fact that you want to tear him apart and eat him alive.

"yeah... i'm really hard," he laughs at his own sentence. is he high? you think to yourself. surely not, you've been with him all day. he's just that out of it from a simple touch.

"okay, you wanna take these off?" you look down to where your fingers are hooked on the elastic of his shorts. he lifts his hips, and you lift yours in turn so that he can shimmy out of them. "yeah boxers too, good job." he's feeling exposed and embarrassed all of a sudden as he tries to tug his shirt down, even though he just purposely exposed himself. "can i touch you?" and boy do you want to do more than touch him. this is a mouth watering, jaw clenching, pussy throbbing sight.

"please," he sighs, his hands gripping at your thighs, trying to ground himself. he feels like if he doesn't hold on, he might drift out the slightly open window of his dorm, into the sky and away forever. you spit on your hand and bring it down to his cock, gently wrapping around the base. he shudders and closes his eyes, he's trying so fucking hard to last more than a stroke. you begin gentle, loose handed, slow. his hips are immediately.

"oh fuck... your hands so soft... feels better." he's so out of it. his eyes are squeezed shut and he's bucking into your loose grasp, body all tense.

"better than what?" you wonder out loud.

"better than my hand, so much better," his hands are gripping tightly at your thighs, rolling the plush flesh in between his fingers and thumbs.

"yeah? you want me to go faster?" you smile at him. he nods. "why don't you open your eyes and look at me hm?" you're voice has a sweetness to it that you didn't even know you had.

his eyes snap open and they're filled with desperation. "mm feels good," his head rolls back and hits the wall. you speed up and his body only jolts more. he's desperately rocking his hips up into your hand. any thought he had before of not wanting to finish early has gone out the window, now he's only chasing pleasure, pure primal instinct. you grip onto his cock tighter, bringing your other hand to play with his tip, fingers dancing around the redish-pink area in circles. it's like you know exactly how to drive him insane, how to touch him just how he needs you to.

"you close artie?" you whisper, kissing his neck.

"so close, so fucking close, gonna cum," he stutters out. you can barely make sense of his words.

"it's okay, you can cum," and with that you grab his balls, giving them a light squeeze, tracing the seam with your thumb.

he's cumming in an instant, all over. your hands, your wrist, his chest, his thighs, dripping down to his balls, you name it. it's everywhere.

"fuck 'm sorry, i meant to... i meant too." the clarity is hitting but at the same time he's never felt so good in his entire fucking life. not even close to that. he can't speak properly and he's still twitching all over.

"i wanted to last longer" he shudders, moving you off of him and pulling up his shorts.

"it's okay artie, you did real good." you smile, cupping his cheek with one hand.

he blushes, embarrassed, but melts into your touch.

[h8aaz]

— facts about angelblade!reader .ᐟ

♱ when she turned, she came wearing a necklace, a small vial filled with grace hanging from it. the grace inside is from all of the past angels she was used to kill, the vial completely unopenable. just like her counterpart, she has faint handprints on her legs from being held, but some are burned into her skin by the—now deceased—angels that once wielded her. and god, does the feeling of reclaiming those prints on her thighs by covering them with his own drive dean wild.

♱ she's got a huge problem with angels, she was made to kill them after all. because of that, she's always mean mugging cas and scaring him with her constant death stares, only stopping when dean, calmly, gets onto her about it. he constantly has to reiterate that cas is a good angel, their angel, and despite the amount of times castiel has proven that to be true, she'll always be skeptical of him deep down.

♱ she never picked a name, even when dean asked her to. though he'd try to explain why she pretty much needed one, she'd refuse, always.

"i am a blade. an angel blade. i do not need a name." she insisted.

"yeah, i know you are, but it'd really make things easier for us." dean sighed, "please. let's just research some more names-"

"no! i do not want to! now go away, you've made me frustrated." she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and turning away, pouting.

due to the fact she always reminded everyone of her past form, the boys eventually deemed blade as her name. although dean will forever call her feisty as a nickname because of her nature in how she acts and speaks.

♱ she refuses to wear a bra. she says they're uncomfortable and restricting. which dean doesn't need a reason from her, he's more than happy with her choices.

♱ she slapped dean when they first kissed. she said she didn't expect it even though she said yes when he asked if he could kiss her. but now she kisses him freely and shamelessly every chance she gets, even if they're on a case.

♱ she secretly has bad separation anxiety, especially with dean. she can't be more than a few steps away from him at all times. he's also the only one allowed to touch her. she once nearly killed sam for accidentally brushing against her when walking by.

♱ she has sharp, pointed nails that are always in a dark hue of blue. she scratched cas once and his grace began to glow from the open wound like it would when sliced by her blade form. she now uses her nails as a method against bad angels—both torturous and fatal.

♱ has a worse sailor's mouth than dean after he taught her multiple swears—which is definitely his biggest flex. he loves hearing her chew out anyone who dares to step up to her, monster or not. truthfully, he gets aroused when he hears them fly from her plush lips.

♱ she rants. she argues. she's the biggest headache the winchesters have ever had. but beyond the attitude, she's one of the sweetest girls they've ever met. she's so incredibly caring and loving, despite hating every aspect of humanity. just don't get on her bad side and you'll learn how giving she is; lord—and dean—knows how much she can be.

♱ she hates learning but she's quite literally forced to as she's never been human before. things frustrate her easily, simply because she doesn't know how they work and she hates being confused and not knowing/understanding things immediately. but the whole 'experiencing life for the first time' aspect allows dean to show her all of his favorite things. and he knows that she'd find it all fascinating rather than being like sam and making fun of him, or like cas and not getting why he likes them at all.

GABS YAPS .ᐟ . . . once again, handprints idea is from my twin @sunsbaby !! lmk what other facts y'all think would fit her! likes, comments, + reblogs are very appreciated!!

tags!: @j2archives @dulcescorderitas @deansbeer @bejeweledinterludes @soldiersgirl @bluemerakis @legalmente-loca @immodestly-marina @daylighted @titsout4jackles

blade's masterlist!

dividers were made by me!!

[beef-brisket]

Adam watched as Lucifer slowly finished his cigarette. This must be a big deal of Lucifer started smoking again.

The demon smiled at the thought of feeding off not only an emotionally wrecked Lucifer but whatever Evan would bring to the playing field.

His mouth was just watering at the thought if it.

Adam: Would you like to be left alone, sir?

Lucifer: ...I ...think so, Adam. Perhaps you can help Charlie get ready for these... angels. I'm sure she'd appreciate the help.

Adam bowed: Of course, sir.

Walking inside and towards the last place, he saw Charlie, Adam could already feel the stress. And he thought last night was delicious enough. These next few days will allow him to feed on a whole bunch of emotions.

Charlie: Oh! Adam! Is dad okay? I shouldn't have dumped that all on him.

Adam: He's fine, princess. Just... well, you know how he is.

Charlie sighed: I know... I know it's your job, but I thank you for being here- with him. He's made a huge improvement. I'd hate if this is what throws away because of Evan...

Adam: Mm, it's okay, Princess. He's strong. He'll get through this.

Charlie smiled: You're right. Thank you, Adam.

As Charlie walked off, Adam stood there for a moment, feeling something was off. Staring at the wall, he titled his head when he noticed a shadow slip through a door.

Adam: Odd.

-

It was finally the day Lucifer dreaded. The angels were coming to speak with Charlie about her hotel.

And as each angel was lead inside by an overly excited Charlie, Lucifer felt his pulse rise once he saw Even walk in.

His breath caught. There was a part of Lucifer that was hoping he wouldn't be wearing his musk. But he was. And its expression didn't seem too interested in what was going on.

Lucifer wasn't even sure if he'd seen him. His mask doesn't have pupils, so he could be looking everywhere. Or nowhere.

Charlie hugged Emily tightly, making Lucifer smile. He wasn't sure who this young Seraphim was to Charlie, but they seemed to really like each other.

Sera gave her a soft smile and a short bow, which was kinder than Lucifer expected. It was more than he ever got.

Adam eyed each angel as Charlie brought them over and introduced everyone. Sera was definitely uncomfortable, although she was doing a good job at hiding it. Emily was... like Charlie. Although more sure of herself. And Evan was harder to gauge. He was fully covered by a mask and rode, and his expression was blank. Or bored. Adam couldn't tell.

He hadn't spoken yet.

This was a huge difference from what he had heard about him. The first man was apparently loud and destructive. Oh well, the nights still young.

Charlie: And this is Evan! He's working as more of a... security, did you say, Em?

Emily: Yeah, sorry Char. I hope that's not an issue. I don't expect anything bad to happen, but it's just a precaution, you know?

Charlie smiled: I understand! I uh... know it can be a bit rough out there. So! Would you three like a tour?

The two angels agreed quickly and followed Charlie, Evan was right behind them.

Once they left, the guests looked between themselves.

Angel: Well... not that I expected.

Husk rolled his eyes: We all knew what you expected.

Angel: The fuck does that mean?!

Husk: Exactly what you think it means, kid.

Adam glanced at Lucifer. He was definitely trying to be unreadable, but Adam could see how much being ignored by the three angels hurt him.

Adam: You'll have another change, sir. You and Miss Charlotte have a meeting with them after the tour.

Lucifer gave Adam a weak smile: Yeah, that's right. Thank, you Adam. I'd... like you there for that. If that's okay.

Adam smiled. He was hoping his king would request this: Of course, sir. More than okay.

What about a Satan x Yogirt!au, but it's Adamsapple!

(Now, keep in mind, I've never seen Helluva, so I'm sorry if I have Yogirt's roll completely wrong 😝)

Adam works as Lucifer's pride management officer. And helps Lucifer during meetings or in social situations (news flash, he doesn't help at all).

And you know he's cunty as shit.

I feel like this could be a short and sweet rp 👀👀

You haven't seen Helluva Boss!? Tsk tsk. That is your homework this weekend lol

You totally got his role right no worries!

LMAO Adam trying to keep Lucifer's pride in check 😆

-

Adam sighed as he followed his boss to another meeting, this would make the fifth one today.

Normally all of the sins meetings would be held together, but since Mammon made a big bitch fit out of the last one it was decided that they would do individual meetings three times a month and one group meeting once a month.

Those individual meetings took all fucking day.

Lucifer: Keep up Adam, we're nearly done.

Adam: Yes sir.

They were going to see Bee and then lastly Bel. Something about the times just working out.

Lucifer slumped when they reached the meeting room door: Remind me again why we can't space these meetings out through the week?

Adam: It would be all you did everyday.

Lucifer: Right..... Best to get it over with.

[maryasmorevna]

a few days ago i (re)watched the 25th anniversary concert of les misérables and. oh god. i forgot how much this musical did éponine dirty

[werewolfdog]

Wild that one day you can just look at a coworker who you're well connected with and realize you can really see them as your parental figure

[zevrans-archive]

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[aeide-thea]

wot show is so obsessed with architecture and tbh i'm not mad about it???

[airenyah]

maybe an internet dummy question, but how do you download your favs from YouTube? 👀

there are various youtube downloaders around where you can copy the link into it and then download the videos! same for subs

i've been using this one for videos (or this one too as a backup) and this one for subs

it's quite easy, but unfortunately very time consuming!! especially since the episodes are split into 4 parts, so you're not downloading 12 (or however many episodes the series in question has) videos but you're downloading the number of episodes times four. and you have to do it twice since you need to download the subs too

[bravest]

i think i'm gonna write mono and six and POSSIBLY runaway kid . but mono and six are really on my brain right now because i'm thinking a lot about them .