#so nervous I’m sick

[silv3rswirls]

I’m so nervous to go into work :( my mental health has been so messed up the last two months I finally lost it. Walked out on Thursday and didn’t show up yesterday, and I guess have been enough of a bitch lately for everyone to ask me what’s going on 😕

I feel fine now, but now I have to go in and just 🧍‍♂️

#so nervous I’m sick #I’ve never don’t something like this before I don’t know what got into me 😕 #silvers life update 🌸

[nerdy-hyperfixations]

I just want to remind everyone that Wallace is canonically the worse one to sleep in the same bed with.

Scott can be a bad roommate in every other aspect but GUYS Wallace is the one that canonically snores and kicks in his sleep.

Scott sleeps like a princess with his back against the sheet lying perfectly straight (and also taking all the covers) and Wallace sleeps semi-on-his-side and apparently just fucking punting Scott in the leg every so often (not to mention he talked in his sleep too) and I don’t know why this is important to me but it is.

Because when people draw them cuddling in their sleep it’s always Wallace being normal and Scott turning and snoring and shit but you’re missing out on sleepy-cuddly Wallace turning and snoring on Scott. Let that cringe-fail 25 year old be annoying. Istg.

I’m talking to the Mobillace people too btw. Not that I’ve seen anyone draw them cuddling in bed (which is a CRIME btw. Draw that. For me.) but like imagine how funny it would be: Mobile stays the night for the first time and the hot-weirdo is a bed-menace, snoring and kicking and tossing and turning and suction cupping for warmth and Mobile is like “I want him to be my boyfriend” THATS FUNNY! LIKE-

#scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim vs the world #scollace #scott x wallace #scott pilgrim takes off #wallace wells #mobillace #mobile x wallace #mobile scott pilgrim #I’m sick of the cringe-fail erasure of Wallace #he might be more mature than Scott but that fucker ain’t mature #(however yes generally he is the voice of reason for Scott but anyone can be a voice of reason to Scott. Scott has no internal reasoning /h #I made an analysis post at one point about how I believe the primary reason Wallace manages to do half the shit he does #is because it’s easier to get the motivation to do them if he’s telling off Scott for not doing them #we know DAMN WELL that he is scared of their landlord #considering he got plastered the night before they had to go #(he seems to drink when he’s anxious) #and because of how uncharacteristically timid he was in his office #(and can I mention he said the line ‘it’s not our fault we can’t afford rent’ and like. I don’t know it feels important to point out lol) #but he tells Scott that they *have* to go and there landlord is all bark and no bite #despite being visibly nervous around him #so. the reason he dragged Scott to see him with him is because it would make him feel less nervous to see their landlord #if he focused on dragging Scott to see him instead of his own worries #but I never posted that analysis lol #but all this to say #um #i don’t know #but I’m saying something for sure!

[crybaby-bkg]

“Why is my stomach in knots?” you grumble to yourself as you look in the mirror, quickly blending in your makeup. your hands move faster than they should, your nerves already shot to shit and the stiff, hard to blend blush is really starting to irk you. you frown when Bakugou pops in behind you, his face next to yours as he takes you in.

“Whaddya so nervous for?” he asks you, dipping down to kiss the curve of your neck. he’s learned to avoid your face until you powder yourself up, and then he can go crazy. but you’re still blending something wet on your cheeks, and he doesn’t wanna upset you more than you already are.

“What if our date isn’t perfect?” you whisper, finally setting down your brush, your hands wringing in your lap. but bakugou reaches over your shoulders, grabs your palms in his, brings them to his face to kiss and kiss at, despite the barely dried concealer you had swiped on them. he hugs you to his chest, careful still of your face, frowns at the way you try to hide your blooming smile at his affection.

“‘Course it’s gonna be perfect.” He reassures you quietly, pecking the side of your neck. “You’re gonna be there with me; that’s all that matters.” You pout at him through the mirror despite your smile, watching his own face soften as he takes in your almost ready face.

“But what if my date tries to order for me, and won’t let me finish a sentence?” You sigh all melancholy, rolling your eyes into your head. You giggle when he bites at the curve of your shoulder, trying to get away but he holds you tight against his chest.

“Then I’ll beat his fucking ass.” Bakugou mutters into your skin, feeling brave enough to steal a kiss on your cheek. Him being brave—the thought makes you laugh to yourself. Bakugou afraid of scaring you, the love of his life, and being afraid of your wrath from fucked up makeup when he battles villains all day. You turn in your seat, wrapping your arms around his neck when he kneels on the floor behind your stool. He almost looks like he’s praising you, with the way his chin tilts up and his gaze is hyper focused on you and you only.

“You’re such a nerd.” You tease, tucking your chin to your neck when he squeezes your thighs in his hands. He leans forward to steal another kiss, despite the way you lean away and try to push his face from yours.

“Shuddup,” he murmurs, bypassing your hand to peck your lips. He stands when you swat at him, kissing the top of your head this time as he makes his way out of the room to start getting ready. As he leaves, he speaks over his shoulder with a huff,

“And finish your face already. Stop depriving me ‘n shit.” He grumbles. You don’t comment on how red his ears are, his admittance of wanting to kiss you again and again, how he always does. You only blow him a kiss, laugh at the way his shoulders hike and his huffing under his breath, and finally finish getting ready.

#this is random but I like it ;) #didn’t mean to wink sorry 😞 #but I lob him and wanna eat him whole #maybe I can make another part where he’s the one getting nervous for the date #despite being together for a while #love the idea bc it shows that you still care #still put in that effort into loving your partner everyday #and it makes me so soft!!! #okay gn my head really hurts and I’m getting motion sickness lol #bakugou treats! 🍬 #—new treat in the streets! 🍫

[zeb-z]

leo leaving foolish a sign like all the others, leaving the most concrete out of all the messages, but no one comments on it. foolish, dead quiet after asking for a direct translation, as the others come in, take note of the sign, and then continue on to other topics. forever coming up, asking if this is anything new or “just another sign”. baghera and fit, the only ones asking if he’s okay, and he just brushes it off, because of course he would, it’s foolish, and it’s easy even though it’s entirely unconvincing and obviously a lie, because everyone else is talking over them anyway. etoiles not even checking in, just pulling him aside to accuse him of federation bullshit. everyone proceeding to talk about crimes in his tower, sitting right on the concrete trail. mouse in the cappy place, saying foolish doesn’t even care about leo, he doesn’t care that she’s gone, and foolish goes quiet for a full minute, until he can find some joke to latch onto and start deflecting again. I can’t take it anymore I’m at my limit.

did anyone other than foolish know the significance of the amethyst, and take note, like they did with the other eggs and their left behind items? or was it just him, alone later on, repeating always juntos to himself as he looks at the message again.

#jmgoing to be sick #everyone else gets condolences gets oh this is significant. he gets ‘just another sign’. just another sign just another sign just another s #does anyone else know what’s important to Leo? everyone else is like oh their beloved items I’m so sorry w Tallulah chayanne and Ramon but #with foolish and leo. god. foolish who is so severely misunderstood on the server. leo who was always so afraid she would just be brushed #aside not making friends. the odd egg out. what the fuck man #and Roier too. throw in the whole family. what’s up with this man I’m sick I’m tired #foolish going quiet when he’s upset. when he’s emotional. and everyone taking it as he doesn’t care. like what is this man #or nervous laughter before silence. like you’ve known him long enough to know it’s not because he’s actually amused!!! god!!!!!!!!!!!! #I’m just upset ok I’m upset I’m upset I’m upset #‘just another sign’ fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you #qsmp #mcyt #foolish gamers #q!foolish #q!leonarda #z speaks

[yukimiyaz]

COME INSIDE (AND HAVE A BITE)

isagi yoichi x gn!reader

inlcudes: vampire isagi. boyfriend isagi. reader being a little shit for like the first half lmao. mentions of blood/drinking blood. suggestive. use of the word pretty once. probably ooc isagi i’m sorry :’)

notes: idk. this idea has been eating me alive. needed to share

Sometimes, as the sun is setting and you are finally slumping into the soft—arguably run down—cushions of your couch, you like to reminisce on the past you, who had the luxury of experiencing simple, relaxing nights after a long day of work.

When you would come home and kick your shoes off in the doorway. Slide your tired feet across the semi-stained hardwood (that you’re still convinced is fake, despite your landlord’s promises) to the bathroom to scald your skin in the shower for however long you felt like. Not caring for how you looked, throwing on the first article of clothing you’d find, and traipsing your way into the kitchen. To find dinner—or sometimes give up on that endeavor and eat the freezer burnt ice cream, or just order in cheap takeout instead—and plop yourself where you are now. Watching some old drama or drowning out the news until you inevitably pass out on your worn out couch. And you were content with that, honestly. It was fine. It was—

“Aaghhh!”

It was peaceful bliss, compared to the torment you now face per diem.

Everyday like clockwork, as soon as the sun sets over the horizon and dusk seeps in, the neighborhood stray comes to your doorstep for a visit. Wailing, baying; clawing at your door like he’s demented and disturbed. 

As you blow out a sigh and heave yourself off of your cushions, you conclude those two words are actually perfect in describing him. 

It only takes a few seconds for you to stride to your front door, and only half of one for you to sling it open. The sight you’re greeted with is familiar—near identical to yesterday, and the day before that (and the day before that), save for a different pair of clothes—and you fight the urge to roll your eyes at it. 

Isagi sits on his knees, hands suspiciously close to your threshold and fingers obviously charred. His head snaps up at your appearance and he wipes the ash off his fingertips, revealing pristine, flawless ridges once again. Peering up at you through his eyelashes, timid smile twitching his lips, you almost forgive him for his disturbance on sight. 

Almost. 

“Isagi,” you greet, making sure the exasperation is obvious in your tone, even if your chest swells with endearment. “Evening.”

“Good evening,” he addresses, immediately, and his smile beams out now. Fangs peeking over the plump of his bottom lip and gleaming in your warm porch light. “You look tasty—I mean pretty.”

“Strike one,” you deduce. “Wow, not even a minute in and you’re already soiling your case.”

His smile cinches into a pout, but it isn’t primarily dejected. “Hey, no fair! There’s nothing wrong with honesty. And you do look so…”

His voice trails off as his eyes trail down you. From your bare face to your socked toes, then back up again; pausing at your throat that is freshly exposed due to your shirt’s stretched out neckline. At the fading marks that prove his twisted existence in your life. This time you don’t fight the urge to roll your eyes, and follow suit by snapping your fingers inches in front of his face. He must be extra desperate tonight, he’s usually off of his knees by now.

“Sorry,” he breathes as he comes to, “What were we talking about?” 

“Strike two,” you sigh, and take a lean against your doorframe. “You’re just determined to strike out early tonight, aren’t you?”

“Maybe I’d be more inclined to win if you didn’t use fucking baseball..” he grumbles, but stops himself from continuing when he sees your eyebrow raise. “I mean, you know soccer’s my favorite. Why can’t you use that?”

You consider him, mull over this fact that you are well aware of (if the endless documentaries he’s bored you with in his living room or games he’s shushed you for on the bar television are anything to go by), and hum. You suppose you could grant him this, just this once. Give him a little bit of leeway in this perpetual cat and mouse game. Tipping your head to the side, you slant a shoulder in half of a shrug. 

“Alright,” you concede, “You have a yellow card. One more, you’re out of the game.”

And it’s almost sick, how his fangs catch on his crooked grin. How you can practically see the saccharine venom swirling behind those deep blue irises. A lesser person might have already fallen for this by now; would have given in months ago when he first showed up on their doorstep begging for entry with those glossy eyes and sweet preens. 

A lesser person might join him down on his knees, but you’ve come to take quite a liking to this view. 

“How was work?” he asks, like he cares. Like he doesn’t already know by the slump of your posture against the entryway. “Rough? Draining?”

“Hm. You could say that.” And you indulge him, don’t poke notice of his word choice like you aren’t aware it’s deliberate. There’s something different about him tonight, something… enticing. 

“Ah, draining,” Isagi nods, leans back on his hand. His eyes shift downwards, to the welcome mat that cushions below him, to the worn out divots he has slotted himself into. “I know all about that feeling, you know. Draining is…”

A glint, a gleam, there’s something damn near chilling that flashes under the delicate shade of his lashes as he flicks his gaze back up to you. Your stomach swoops, you shift on your feet. The need to shut your door scratches at the base of your neck, and you aren’t entirely sure why. 

What is so different about the stray cat’s baying tonight?

“Draining is my field of expertise. But you’re well aware of that already, aren’t you?

How uncouth of him, how taunting. Your throat bobs with a discreet swallow but it’s so hard for things to go unnoticed under such keen vision. It’s like the side of your neck is searing, like those faded marks littering your skin aren’t so healed after all. 

“What’s wrong?” he presses, and he finally rises off of his knees now. Stands to his feet in such a fluid motion you wonder if he’s floating. (A possibility, technically, but you think Barou’s gotten on his ass enough that he wouldn’t try it in such a public place). “Bat got your tongue?”

He’s so close. His cool breath fans against your cheeks and you just now realize how chilly it’s gotten with the lack of daylight. Suddenly your sleep shorts seem thinner than you remember. You wrap your arms around yourself to rub at the bumped flesh and do your best to seem unbothered—unperturbed. 

“Funny,” you scoff, but you’re starting to lack your bite. Maybe you can blame the long work week, the fact you had to stay up later than normal last night to finish some things up for your boss. 

One glance to Isagi’s face tells you that no matter what explanation you try to pass off, he’s already calculating that the probability of its truth is zero. 

How unnerving. 

“I know.” And he smirks, now. Curls his lips up in the way he knows drives you crazy and leans his arm beside your head; careful to avoid getting too close to the dreaded threshold. 

(You don’t miss the subtle glare he throws down at it, though).

“Hey, you know what else is funny?”

“What?” You mumble, half-irritated and half-enthralled. You know he knows both sides of that, you know he indulges in it. 

That’s what you’re counting on. 

“Chigiri thinks you’ll invite him over to watch the new Scream when it comes out on rent. Isn’t that hilarious?”

“I plan to.”

“He’s been talking about it all week and he even said he was bringing snacks. I told him it was pathetic how he—Wait, can you run that back by me?”

“I said I plan to,” you repeat yourself, plainly. “We’ve been talking about it for weeks.”

Isagi blanches. “But he’s a vampire.”

“Obviously.”

“He drinks blood. Human blood.”

“No, really?” Feigning a gasp, you place a hand over your heart. 

“He—he’s a life draining monster!”

“Please, the only life he’s draining is his social one by staying home and babysitting you all day.”

“That’s—“ He puffs up, like he wants to spit out a rebuttal, but stops himself. He redirects; steers back to his initial point. You’re impressed with how quick he collects himself, honestly. “That’s unfair! You say I can’t come in on ‘mortal safety principle’ but invite the count? He’s killed way more people than I have!” 

“I thought body count didn’t matter, Yoichi,” you tip your head at him, bat your eyelashes like a porcelain doll, “Isn’t that what you used to always tell me?”

You know you’ve got him when he starts to sulk. It’s never in a normal way—nothing about Isagi Yoichi is normal. His jaw is clenched and his lips are jutted but his eyes are dancing like he’s enjoying this. 

“Let me in.”

You feel the tug, the tingle inside your brain. The asshole is actually trying to use his mind games on you; the fucking jerk. Not that it works with a threshold in the way, Chigiri told you that early on. Learning the rules and lack thereof was crucial upon discovering one of your closest friends was a vampire. And became even more so when you started dating—courting—one yourself. 

“Mmn, don’t think so,” you shrug. 

Isagi hisses (not necessarily at you, but just in frustration) and you don’t even flinch. It’s hard to be caught off guard by a daily routine—even if this one is beginning to fall off kilter. 

“Lemme in,” he slurs, and the pressure inside your skull dissipates. 

No tweaks, no tricks, no compulsion. Just wide eyes and slumped shoulders and a whiny voice that he thinks will help him get his way. He’s strategic, he always has been. He’s playing you even when he’s innocent. 

There’s always a millennia old card up the tailored sleeve of Isagi Yoichi. 

“Why should I?” The question isn’t new, you’ve been known to prick and prod at him to draw this out. To keep things exciting. To make him think he has a chance of being let in for the very first time. 

But tonight, you’re genuine in your delivery. You just hope he can pick up on it. 

“I’m hungry.”

“Oh? So I’m just a meal ticket for you?”

An imaginary yellow card weighs heavy in your hand, you wonder if you should go ahead and hold it up. 

“You know that’s not what I—“ cut off by his forehead slamming into the invisible barricade as he tries to lean in closer to you, he draws back with another low whistle of air slicing through his fangs. “Fuck.”

It’s instinct, how you reach your hand forward, across the security of the threshold, to swipe your thumb over where he’s been singed. It’s already healed (it was within a second of him pulling away) but you’re kind enough to swipe the char away regardless. 

“Then what, Yoi?” 

He softens under your touch, grabs at your hand before you even have the chance to pull away. He keeps it close, slides it along his temple, his cheek, his lips. He pauses there; falters. Mouth slotting open, the  tips of his fangs skim the plump of your palm then dip—down to your wrist. To where the rhythm meets the surface. 

“I miss you.” He just saw you yesterday. “I want you.” He tells you this diurnally. “I need you.” 

He yearns, in a way that is new to you. 

Your boyfriend must be evolving before your very eyes. He’s delicate in his demeanor but deliberate in his delivery. Even now, as his fangs skim across the thin skin of your inner wrist, they do not press in. They do not break and they do not prod. They retract, and are replaced by the plush of lips as Isagi peers at you with a zealous gaze. 

It is mindful, and not hasty. 

“Will you invite me in?”

He’s asking like he already knows the answer. Like he has no doubt of what will come. You wonder when such an ego filled him—or maybe it has always been there. Maybe, he was simply waiting for the right moment to release it. Maybe, he was hiding it away, to use it for his advantage when the time proved to be right. 

Maybe, you find that hopelessly endearing. 

“Yoichi.”

“Yes?” 

He’s hanging onto your every word with pleading eyes and fervent apprehension. But his confidence is still oozing. You wonder how so much essence can inhabit a single man. You discern it must be all the centuries he has under his belt. 

“Would you like to come in?”

The answer isn’t verbal, it isn’t spoken. No, the answer is brash and boorish and downright primitive. But for once you don’t think you can find it within yourself to mind all of that because in response to your invitation Isagi is shooting forward. Stumbling you backwards a few steps and cupping a hand on your hip and the other at the base of your throat. Thumb pressed to your jugular, he wastes no time in surging forward. 

But not for a bite. 

His lips hit yours and you gasp. It dusts you with chagrin, especially as you feel a toothy grin mold to your mouth and press deeper. Isagi is not one to waste time, is not one to lag unless it plays into his schemes. And that proves true even now as he wastes no time in drawing your mouth open. Squeezing at your side and humming into your touch until you give in. Not that you ever need much convincing, in times like this. 

Your arms find their way around his neck. Your hands find place slotted into his hair. It’s unintentional, how you tug, but it rewards you with a throaty groan regardless. Isagi’s lips part from yours and you think it’s because he’s taken into consideration that one of you still needs to breathe. Instead, it’s to bark out an order. 

“Fuck, do that again.”

You hearken to him and obey with a tug. Not because he forced you, but because the heaviness of his eyelids makes your stomach grow hot. He slams his lips back to yours and he kicks the front door shut. You forgot it was even open still. You forgot the part of you that cared. All that mattered now was Isagi, inside your home. Isagi, pressing his lips to yours like he wishes he could suck wine right out of them. Isagi, slamming you up against the hardwood he just closed.

“Shit, sorry, I—“ he isn’t, sorry that is, but he is breathless. And hot. And mind numbing. You nod your head—you’re not sure for what (to dismiss him? Say it’s okay? Just because you’re already out of it?) but it doesn’t seem to matter to him regardless. 

He takes heed to your every move. Your every twitch and hitch and cinch of breath. He’s so plotting, so inceptive. His hand finds its way from your hip to the back of your thigh as he hoists you up. And you let him. Let him slide you up the door and wrap your legs around his waist and press himself into you because it feels good, to have him here. 

His lips leave yours again and you nearly whine. What the fuck has gotten into you, you don’t know, but you don’t think it’s all that relevant at the moment either because Yoichi’s lips are trailing across your cheek, down the ridge of your jaw. He makes it to the meat of your throat and his hand shifts, slides to cup your chin and tilt your head to the side. You follow his lead, melt into his grasp as he presses hungry kisses to your heavy thumping vein. 

“Can I?” He asks, and you’re already nodding before he can even finish. You aren’t even entirely sure of what he’s asking, what he’s wishing for permission for, but you know you want to give it to him. 

“Ah,” he hums, sucks a drawn out open mouthed kiss to where his thumb used to reside. “You’re so fucking hospitable.”

A sharp sting rips into the side of your neck as Isagi’s teeth sink in. It is a familiar feeling, one you can never truly get used to but you love the magnetism of. After a few seconds the initial pain wears off—grows dull into a periodic throb. And as Isagi keeps sucking, pressing himself into you like he wishes he could simply crawl inside your skin, it begins to feel good. 

A pinched whine finds its way out of you and you don’t even try to stop it. You know better. Know that Isagi likes you to take over every single one of his senses when he gets like his. Wants you to immerse him fully. And you have no intentions within yourself to deny him of that pleasure. 

Your fingers thread tighter in his hair as he preens. The vibration against your throat is soothing in a riveting sort of way and you forgot how addicting it is—the high this brings for both of you. If done right and in moderation, the effects are limited, minimal. Maybe some drowsiness for a few minutes and then you’re through. 

But your lover is not known for his restraint. 

He takes too much and gives too little. It is fine and it is well but you always know that  he’s pushing his (your) limits when your grip begins to loosen and your moans become more frequent. You can never tell him to stop—you never want to when it feels so damn good—and tonight is no different. 

Especially not when you come to terms with the heat of Isagi’s palm drifting past the crease of your hip. Skimming underneath the hem of your faded t-shirt and pressing into the plush of your abdomen. Dipping lower, toying with your waistband, teasing you like he’s playing out a game strategy. 

“Yoi,” you drawl, let your head droop into his grasp just underneath your chin. “Yoichi, fuck—Please—“

Your request, whatever your cloudy mind was going to produce, does not get the chance to acclimate due to a bang on your front door. The vibration it causes has Isagi’s fangs jerking at you, pulling a wince from your lips before he has the chance to retract. He does, a second later, and lauves his tongue over the fresh bite mark that has joined the mirage he has already created. 

“Who is it?” He asks you, still cupping your droopy head in his hand. You mumble something incoherent and he presses you again. “Hey, who would be knocking at your door right now?”

You blink. Once, twice, three times. Getting your groggy brain to work right now is a monumental task, but as another bang thuds against the hardwood pressed against your back, you’re able to shake your head just clear enough to process one thought. 

“Oh, takeout,” you deduce. “I didn’t wanna cook, so I.. Here, I’ll get it. Can you grab my wallet off the couch?”

Isagi blinks right back, lids heavy, and swipes his tongue at the crimson smeared on his lips. He’s almost blood drunk. “You think you can stand?”

You nod your head even though you’re about seventy-five percent sure your knees are going to buckle out from underneath you the second he sets you back down on your own two feet. Sensing your apprehension, he takes it easy, keeping his hands on your hips until your swaying gets (semi) under control. He turns right after to retrieve what you told him and you open up the front door, painting on a nice grin in hopes that your delivery guy isn’t as angry as he sounds. 

But it isn’t a delivery guy at all. Rather, a man in a security uniform, who looks anything but pleased. 

“Uhm, can I help you?” You question, halfway leaning against the door to hold yourself up. You probably sound half high to hell right about now. 

“Sorry to bother you. I got a call from a concerned neighbor about a neighborhood disturbance to this address. Something about a strange man lurking on the front porch  and harassing the owner.”

“Oh,” you cinch up your eyebrows, tip your head to the side. Strange man? Harassment? You don’t think—

“Here’s your wallet,” Isagi announces as he finally makes it back to you. The second you feel him skid to a halt behind you, the dots clear up and connect in your foggy mind. 

“Strange man,” you equate, as you glance over your shoulder at him.

“What?”

“There seems to be a misunderstanding,” you dismiss as you turn your attention back to the man standing outside your door. “The man—this man—is my boyfriend. He is a little weird but he doesn’t mean any harm. He’s just an odd one.”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean—“

“Ah, understood,” the security man nods, and you swear you can see a faint smile on his lips. “You know old neighbors, nothing better to do than stick their noses where they don’t belong. Again, sorry for the inconvenience. You two have a nice night.”

“You too,” you nod, send him a smile to be polite as he goes to walk away. 

Just as you’re starting to shut the door back he turns back around, “Oh, and you have a little something..”

His gesture to his neck has you slapping a hand over yours. You wince a second later—too tender, and too harsh—and pull your hand back to reveal tacky red coating it. By the time you look back up, the guard is gone. You shut the door and turn back to Isagi. 

“Oh no, don’t let the strange man get you,” he taunts, and you simply shove your hand over his mouth to shut him up. 

His tongue presses to it a second later, swiping at the blood and humming like he hasn’t an ounce of shame within his body. You let him as long as he pleases (not really having the energy within you to put up much of a fight now) and try to bite off the smile that toys at your lips as he grabs your wrist to tug you in closer again. 

“I don’t think I was finished.”

“Then pick back up where you left off,” you chuckle, letting it turn into a string of giggles as Isagi’s lips place feathery pecks around his claimant. 

He pushes your back against the door again, leans his weight into you and breathes you in. Allowing yourself to relax, you give in to his whim. His kisses turn languid and his grip tightens up. Your brace yourself for what is coming with an anticipated smile. 

But just as you feel cool breath fan against your fresh wound, another (much softer) bang rattles your back. Isagi lifts his head up to peer at you, meeting your gaze in an instant. 

“Takeout,” you both say in unison, one of your voices laced in amusement and the other in disdain. 

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#i don’t know why i’m so sick nervous over this LAMOSDHDB #prolly cuz i’ve never written him before #ahhhh maybe it’ll be ok KSHSJDB #yukimiyaz writing #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk fic #isagi fluff

[handmadecrybaby]

35 with no hubby or wifey? and no kids? massive L

but you would never say this to a man. honestly i hope you get hit by a car

#i’m so fucking sick of these rude anons #i don’t want to turn them off because i get so many nice ones #and i can tell some are from mutuals who are nervous to message #death to asshole anons

[pixelatedraindrops]

RAINCODE SICKFIC FINALE (SPOILERS)

My awaited finale to my RainCode Sickfics of the Heart Series is finally done at last!! This took me a couple of months to put together but I figured since I mentioned it months before and delayed it, I had to get it done as my next project. It's the MakoYuma sickfic where Yuma takes care of a seriously ill Makoto.

This fanfic is officially my longest RainCode fic to date, even beating HIWTHI's word length, so make sure to read it only if you have time! It's the final sequel to that fic as well.

Be Warned: This fic is on the angsty/extreme side with a few trigger warnings. Such as Vomiting, Psychological Trauma and Implied Suicide. Please take caution/care if you read!

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Also yes! This is the second commission I received from FTAngel! (if I'm gonna commission someone for official looking work, then I'll ask for both my targets getting cared for hehe :3) This illustrates a scene toward the end of Chapter 7 (the fic will feature it as well)

There are actually a few people I'd like to shout out/credit for this fanfic's creation. So thank you all for unknowingly inspiring me ^-^

@gardenofskeletonss

Your art and thoughts of Makoto's past as a test subject were very helpful fodder to make this fic super angsty and tie to how much this poor thing has likely suffered. Helped me write down some good dialogue for the hallucinations and freakouts in the delirium stage. So Thank you for that!

@alfiely-art

Your small fic where Makoto age regresses when he got stressed gave me some good thoughts for writing Makoto's delirious behavior. Although I'm not a huge fan of age regression, reducing Makoto to a vulnerable and needy child-like state when super ill was a lot of fun! I love the idea of him being reduced to that since he never could be a child (and he is 3 freaking years old lmao)

@shiut

Those sprite edits you made really fueled my juices to continue wiring this fic. Having a picture in my head of what a vulnerable Makoto looked like was such an inspiration boost so thank you for taking the time to make those edits! I hope you don't mind me using some of them in the fic's 5th Chapter. Also your theory and thoughts of homunculi not being able to die from illness was briefly mentioned as well.

@draconicsparkle

Thank you for being my beta reader. I usually don't trust others to read my work but given how well your reading does with the community and in general, as well as you being a Makoto superfan, your encouragement really helped me feel more confident in continuing and getting this done. Thank you so much again.

With that out of the way, I hope you all enjoy the story!! I will still write more sickfics for RainCode, but this is the final one that I consider to be canon/post canon.

So I hope it delivers well!

Eat up RainCode and MakoYuma fans!

Hope the meal is to your liking~ ^-^ ♡

#whumpcode #not my art #rain code #rain code spoilers #master detective archives: rain code #yuma kokohead #makoto kagutsuchi #makoyuma #pixelfics #my fanfiction #sickfic #caretaking #angst #whump fic #illness whump #fever whump #tw emeto #tw sui implied #tw trauma #sick whump #angst with a happy ending #THIS ALMOST BEAT MY LONGEST EXISTING FIC #i went a little crazy w this one #may be a while before I write whump this extreme again #I’m lowkey nervous about it so I hope people like it #i hope despite it I do their characters justice here #also yeah the commission is amazing !! #angel did such a wonderful job on it aaaa >w< #these two are DECAYING MY BRAIN… 🧠 💥

[jasperwocky]

nah i’m gonna say it. whenever we talk about pedophilia the answer most people give is “just kill em” and they seem pretty content to leave it at that. no further thought. and like i get that, it’s good that a child’s assault makes us angry. but it really only deals with people who have already irrevocably fucked someone up, and only the portion of those that get caught. genuinely there needs to be less stigma about seeking help for the issue. people who come forward to get help are given basically the same ostracism as people who have actually offended without remorse. like how the fuck on earth do we expect anyone to get better if to do it they have to deal with the disgust you’re (tbh, we’re) feeling right now? are we just cool with a certain amount of kids getting molested if it means we get to feel better by beating their ass after? yeah they should probably deal with the stigma anyway and get help for the greater good. but they don’t, at least not enough. if your plan is “bad people try harder not to be bad” it’s going nowhere. yeah it feels kind of shitty to give care or support to pedophiles. but can we maybe suck it up if it means less kids get traumatized?

#like maybe if 15 years ago some dude had felt able to seek help i wouldn’t be traumatized #idc how nice or uncomfortable people would have had to be about his sickness. my life should be different #the stigma you think is protecting children is hurting them instead #also i’m incredibly nervous to post about this so it may be short lived

[here-comes-the-moose]

So uh does anyone have some good fluff recs after that last episode?

#no reader insert please #I’m honestly emotionally devastated and I went in knowing what happened since I saw spoilers but it was still so bad #i feel sick #I can’t even cry I’m just so upset #I’m so nervous for next episode and the rest of the season #star wars tbb #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #tbb season 3 spoilers #tbb season 3 #bad batch season 3

[batwynn]

Ok maybe a weird question but maybe not because I’m stressing about it now but

Do I come off as aloof? Or something like that?

Feel free to answer on anon if you feel more comfortable. I’m just out here stressing over my general affect again. 🥲

#general vibes #question #autistic things #sorry if this is random I just uh #someone said a thing that sounded like they thought I was like #’popular’ or something and they said they were too nervous to talk to me #and now I’m like: 😰 #if I do give off that vibe I’m really sorry #I promise I don’t think I’m better than anyone 🥲 #I’m very tired and in a lot of pain and very sick #so I think my #tone maybe gets flat? #or maybe it’s how I talk? #I don’t know #but feel free to let me know #and I’ll work on it

[athetos]

I can’t believe I have a date with a certified transgender milf today I think this may actually be the best day of my life I’m so…

#I’m basically t4t now I’m sick of cis women not getting me #anyway I know I just said I didn’t particularly want kids but I’m gonna spoil the hell out of them fi I meet them #we’re going to their house then the park then a concert I’m so excited #I’m not even nervous anymore! #I feel so comfy after our conversations I feel like I can be myself #p

[moralpuppet]

˗ˏˋ 🐕 A SERMON BY OREL PUPPINGTON ? !

❝ Ladies  and  gentlemen  and  ,  well  gosh  ,  everybody  ! ❞    

Everyone  goes  to  get  up  and  leave  seeing  Orel  in  Putty's  stead  .

❝ DO  UNTO  OTHERS  ! ❞   They  turn  back  around  to  listen  .

❝ That's  right  do  unto  others  !  God  wants  us  to  treat  each  other  how  we  would  want  to  be  treated  ourselves  !  But  how  does  that  relate  to-to  everybody  else  and  our  -  uh  -  selves  ?!   

 Well  you  see  you  want  God  to  let  you  into  Heaven  ,  and  gee  ,  that  would  be  really  nice  of  him  but  before  that  you  have  to  be  nice  yourself  !  It's  like  a  relationship  that  works  both  ways  !  I  hold  her  hand  so  she  holds  mine  ,  right  ? ❞    

❝ When  someone  is  a  jerk  and  you  want  to  be  a  jerk  back  ,  remember  that's  not  how  you  would  want  them  to  treat  you  !  You  can  show  them  the  way  !  When  your  good  Reverend  is  sick  and  cannot  make  it  to  his  own  sermon  ,  think  how  you'd  feel  if  you  were  sick  or  grounded  from  church  for  4  weeks  !  Even  a  week  !  Boy  ,  you  would  want  the  good  Reverend  to  save  you  from  a  Godless  none  churchy-existence  ❞     he  gets  back  on  track  . 

❝ so  you  would  go  into  the  service  anyway  and  keep  the  good  Sunday  service  going  anyway  ,  and  record  the  sermon  so  that  next  time  you're  grounded  from  church  or  too  sick  to  make  it  to  the  service  ,  he  may  just  treat  you  just  as  kindly  to  save  your  soul  from  that  Godless  ,  none-churchy  existence....  or  maybe  he  would  just  be  kind  enough  to  record  the  sermon  so  you  can  listen  to  it  too  !  _ ❞    He  gestures  to  the  recorder  on  the  table  .

❝ _ I  say  unto  you  ; If  I  walked  into  church  this  morning  and  saw  a  little  boy  unqualified  to  speak  in  the  stead  of  a  man  so  holy  ...  well  I  just  might  listen  to  his  sermon  too  ! - And  just  between  all  of  you  and  God  here today  ,... I really think  we  could  use  just  a  little  more  genuine  kindness  here  in  Moralton  moving  forward ...   ❞  That last part has a weight to it   . 

❝ Amen  ! ❞    

#[ ✟ ] 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐞 / 𝐢𝐜 . #✟ 𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 / 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 . #he was so nervous doing a sermon for everyone but also excited #we know how much he loves going to the Jesus fandom meet every Sunday #so #he would also have freaked hearing revs was too sick to do a sermon this Sunday #I was joking to theo and Renee that theo had written a few sermons back having revs say “ ‘ I’m here even if I’m sick ‘ sort of thing and #it’s so fitting that he contradicted his words just by happy accident: #long post

[devilsskettle]

this summer like every summer i am not going to shave but this summer unlike most summers i’m gonna try to be really brave and wear shorts and skirts even though tbh i do feel self-conscious about people being judgmental about it because i think other women need to see that someone who generally presents femininely can exist without removing natural body hair and that it’s an option for them too if they want it

#this is one of my big summer resolutions and i’m going to be very intentional about it this year #for some reason armpit hair doesn’t make me as nervous to show in public i’ve been doing that forever #but i’m so sick of feeling weird about having hairy legs even though i refuse to shave 98% of the time #i can’t do it anymore!! i don’t think we should have to live this way!! #2024

[lugosis]

everyone please manifest that i get into the 2 sound classes i signed up for but have been waitlisted for. one of them i kept trying to get into but it kept skipping me because i didn’t do the right setting (which i didn’t even know existed until last week) and i am first again but i’m still terrified bc i need this class for my portfolio when i transfer 😁 the other one is just for fun but i still need more sound courses.

#i’m so nervous about the first one thinking about it makes me sick

[hazlelnoot]

Bark bark

#Soren Sylvanus #OC #original character #only like 2 people even see my posts so idk why I feel so nervous posting this #I think just because I’ve been feeling poorly about myself and also I’m sick #but I drew him to cheer myself up so wee hee

[autumnblooms]

Dewdrop HATES it when anyone in the pack is sick. He gets worried and stressed out about it, always has.

He's always frantically running around, grabbing whatever they need, water, tea, soup, a cold cloth or wrapping himself fully around them if they are cold.

He will be there when they wake up and when they fall asleep, he refuses to leave their side until he's sure they are getting through it, until he knows that they are safe.

They couldn't count the times he's nearly been stepped on from falling asleep on the floor beside their beds to stay close in case they needed him.

They love him dearly for how deeply he loves them. On the off chance he gets sick, the entire pack rallies and he's very well taken care of by all of them, returning their thanks for all that he does for them.

I hope you feel better soon love! This was all my brain could cook up but I wanted to give you something 🖤🖤🖤🖤

Aww this is so sweet!! He just needs to help to ease his own mind. Thank you my dear, it’s perfect 🖤🖤🖤

#when I’m not sick I’m definitely like that #except I’m so nervous about catching it too that I just throw everything they need in the room and bounce lol #the band ghost #answered asks