#<< probably gonna pull an all nighter again

[love-3-crimes]

whats got him smiling like that...nothin in his life to smile about

[the before jashling ! his name is micah,,,rambles below]

most of the songs in the before talk about putting on a fake smile and fake personality to hide their true mental state:

"You hide behind wide, cheerful eyes. but i can see whats inside"

"My conscious can only take so much more of being fake"

"its way easier to lie and say youre doing fine"

...and lotsss more examples i dont wanna type out.

so i thought it would be cool to make micah a smiley guy! light colored clothes and a more happy personality. but of course, the smiles dont reach his eyes. so i tried makin them look more dull, no shine or nothin, and some tiredness to them.

i also added some references to some of the songs:

- the holes and "usually feels sick" is for pit

- shirt for wings of wax

- "always tired" for every ounce of energy

- deceitful is mostly for a devils trick

(side note, when i say "deceitful" i dont mean in a demonizing way. just want to show that he lies a lot, both to himself and others, about how bad he gets...ya know?)

- anger is for does is sound familiar

- not in the drawing, but during his "good moods" he gets heart pupils for backlit by moonlight

theres also some other smaller details that i added based off of my own depression n stuff,,,cause i do what i want (/lh)

hmm i would say more but i think this is getting too long lol...can you tell that i really like this album

[mushroominaforest]

Mushroom rambles!!!!!!! (vaguely vent-ish? idk man its 1:30am)

I'm sorry for all my venting and complaining as of late, I know it's probably annoying to some, and worrying to others. for me, Tumblr is the space where I can just chill and be myself, but also the one place where i can throw all my messy feelings out into the world, without being scared.

I have this habit of bottling stuff up, but i don't have to do that here. I'm not allowed to go to therapy, i used to vent in the notes app on my phone, and in journals, but i stopped (way back in like, grade 7 or 8 lol) when i found out that they were being read, along with all my text messages. I love my irl friends, but theres some stuff i just cant tell them. I talk to them a lot, and i trust them, but I'm still gonna tell them that i got that black eye from running into a pole lmao.

But on this account, only one person I know irl actually is aware that i have a tumblr. It's safe. If I'm discovered, I'm dead. but i think its worth it. cause i love it here! I have friends, ppl like my art, I have a place where i can be my authentic, weird, emotional self and im not gonna get in trouble for it.

So yeah, im sorry that i vent a lot i just feel safe here, and as much as i hate to admit it, you guys were right. Bottling up your feelings does suck lol

Anywaysssss my mental breakdown has turned into a weird happyish feeling but I think i might be going crazy instead of being genuinely happy. But who cares, i feel fine!!!!!

[spineless-lobster]

I loveee pulling an all-nighter just to read fanfic, It’ll be 4am and I’m wired not from caffeine but from gay people it’s great

[ghostorbz]

HEYYYYYYYY

If I were to make an iz comic, what style would you guys prefer it be in?

Here's both styles

[orcelito]

oh fuck it's may now

my birthday is in 12 days

[canvascreatesss]

Do you ever get so tired you have to distract yourself in order to get back to the task at hand

Or is this just 2 am brain

[cringefailfagcat]

i feel sad n kinda lost rn. probably going into a dissociative manic episode. i want to drink and smoke so bad rn. god. a fucking cigarette would fix me rn

[phagodyke]

I have to be up for work in 3 hours and I'm gonna be real I think ive hit the point where I might not be getting any sleep at all. for fucks sake.

[lale-txt]

❥ 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏? ↳ 𝐰/ 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮, 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨, 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐚, 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢, 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚, 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢, 𝐔𝐤𝐚𝐢 & 𝐁𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨

☆ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 & 𝐜𝐰: i would like to thank my insomnia for being useful for once. reader is gn! food mention in the Osamu & Ukai drabbles. the Iwaizumi one is a little bittersweet, otherwise mostly fluff.

☆ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 :1.5k

𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 is pretty sure he’s seeing an angel. Illuminated only by the light above the kitchen stove, your silhouette looks suspiciously like it’s wrapped in a full body halo. He doesn’t ask, just shuffles over and wraps his arms around you from behind, his face pressed into your neck and inhaling the scent of what is home to him. Only when you hold out a spoonful of leftover curry over your shoulder does he look up and let you feed him, followed by a low pleased rumble against your back. You tried to be quiet during your 3AM munchies, you really did, but if there’s one thing that wakes Osamu then it’s the sound of a pot lid being lifted and the scraping of a spoon against a ceramic bowl. He doesn’t mind though; he’d rather be up with you than reach for you in his sleep and find your side of the bed empty. The way to the heart is through the stomach or whatever that saying is–he can’t remember, but he knows for sure that he fell in love with you bite for bite, devouring you till his heart was full of you. 

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 is a light sleeper, always has been since he was a kid. If he doesn’t drown out every single sound and every glimpse of light with two pillows smushed against the sides of his face, it’s just not happening. That is until he met you. The first time you slept next to him, curled up against his back, Kuroo found himself confused how easily his body settled in next to yours. His weary head falling against your shoulder, your fingers threading through his messy hair, touching spots no one ever has–before he knew, he was melting into you, one arm snuck around your middle to keep you from moving away from him. Ever. It’s almost ridiculous how he has to fight to stay awake, not wanting the pillow talk to end just yet. Not because you bore him, hell no, it’s just that your presence is more soothing than anything else in this world to him. Your soft voice in his ear carries him into his dreams, allowing him to sleep soundly now that he knows he’ll never have to miss you in his life again. 

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 sees the small green dot next to your name at 3AM and knows you’re probably messaging your fictional husbands in that otome game of yours again. He doesn’t mind. If anything, it gives him an excuse to text you and not worry about waking you up from the sound of your phone going off. You’re so quick to reply to him, too, scolding him that he’s not allowed to pull an all-nighter again, as if you were any better. He laughs quietly to himself when he puts on his headset (the one with kitty ears you got him for his birthday) and starts the voice chat. You sound sleepy, and he knows you’re probably gonna pass out on him in the next couple of minutes, but he’d rather hear your sleepy babbling than not hear your voice at all. You’ll tell him all about your dreams tomorrow, when he lays down for a nap with his head in your lap and you tease him by tracing the dark circles under his eyes, only to run your fingers soothingly through his pudding hair until he falls asleep with a small smile on his lips.

𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 hates those overnight bus rides. It’s too crowded, everyone around him is snoring, it smells like a locker room after a match and he can’t bring his satin pillow with him because the risk of someone else snatching it would be too high. At least there’s you. It’s always you. Only you. He wordlessly slips into the seat next to you, knowing you never find sleep during those long hours on the road either, no matter how tired you are. The two of you have a routine down by now; first he shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders, then you take out one of your earbuds and hold it out for him before shuffling through your playlist and showing him whatever song is currently stuck on your mind. It never takes long till your head sinks against his shoulder, your hand sliding into his, fitting so neatly like a puzzle piece. His thumb brushes over your knuckles when he kisses the top of your head softly. He can’t wait to be home again to fully indulge in you, but for now this will do. 

𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 thinks it’s a bad idea. But when you knocked on his door, your pillow clutched to your chest and asking if you could sleep in his bed tonight, his rigidity crumbled in a heartbeat. He couldn’t possibly send you back to your room across the hallway, not when he saw your puffy eyes and the small wobble of your bottom lip. Now you’re lying in bed next to him, the blanket pulled up to the tip of your nose, and he can tell that you still feel like crying but you’re also relieved over not having to be alone anymore. So is he. More than you’ll ever know. Yeah, it’s a bad idea, but when he holds out an arm for you to crawl into and you inch closer to him, your hand coming to rest sprawled out across his ribcage, Iwaizumi promises himself to protect your heart, even if it meant breaking his own in return. His whole world shrinks down to just you and him, and for as long as he can keep his arms wrapped around you, your head tucked under his chin, maybe for as long he can keep on dreaming. 

𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒���𝐈 is surprised to find you still up. Work has dragged on forever today, the crushing deadline looming over him, and then there was this after-work dinner and karaoke bar with his colleagues he couldn’t decline again, and the commute home took him forever, and… his trail of thoughts is interrupted when your gentle hand wraps around his wrists and pulls him down to sit on the edge of the mattress with you. He doesn’t even have it in him to protest anymore, all of his tension melting away under your soft caress. You take his glasses off and put them down on the bedside table for him before wrapping your arms around him from behind, small kisses pressed to the side of his neck. He tells you all the time that you shouldn’t wait for him, that it’s getting late. But if you’d ask him in secret he’d admit that coming home to you was his favorite thing in the entire world, that the dim glow of your nightstand lamp was like a lighthouse, guiding him back into your arms, right where he belonged.

𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐈 stubs out his cigarette before reaching for the thick blanket he draped around your shoulders, making sure it hugs you nicely. You’re slumped over the table in the back room of the Sakanoshita store, your arms folded underneath your head, snoring quietly without a single worry in the world. The time you spent too giddy to fall asleep last night–all because of the first snow of the year–is now catching up on you, it seems. He told you several times that you could sleep in, that you don’t have to get up during this ungodly hour with him to open up the store, but you insisted and who was he to refuse you anything? Somehow the morning rush of high schoolers and grannies was much more bearable, knowing you were snoozing only a few meters away from him. Your position couldn’t possibly be comfortable, and he takes a mental note to spoil you later tonight–get your favorite takeout, draw you a bath, rewatch your favorite movie while snuggled up on the couch. Loving you left a mark on him like your footsteps in the snow, when it was quiet in the night and just you dancing with your arms held high. 

𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 is restless. Technically he should be powered out by now, having won a big game earlier today and spending hours entertaining reporters, fans and the rest of his team. But it’s the first night you two get to spend together after weeks apart and there’s no way he can fall asleep just now, knowing he could use that time kissing and cuddling you instead. Fortunately, you feel the same. Your legs are tangled up under the covers, and you don’t get to finish a single sentence without him stealing a kiss from your lips. Bokuto looks at you like you’re the sun, the moon and all his stars, a whole universe just for him. He tries to focus on what you’re saying, he really does, but you gotta understand that it’s hard when he just can’t get enough of the sweet little sounds you make when your lips part for him or the way your body melts into him the moment his arms come around you. You’re his, and he missed you more than anything. And if sleep really dares to come over you both, he’ll find you in your dreams again, not letting you out of sight now that he has you again. 

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[starryyskies]

"Am I...Am I dead again?"

"Maybe I should just go back to sleep..."

ITS A NIGHTMARE! WAKE UP POMNI!!!

PART FOUR TOOK ME FUCKING FOREVER PLS SUPPORT IT, IT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME

PREVIOUS PARTS

now that school is starting I won't be able to do much art so this is probably gonna be it for mouths for a while lol

just in the comic, not all together

i need to sleep i pulled an all nighter to finish this

[theemporium]

sugar daddy charles concerned af when he doesn’t hear from his girl but she keeps pulling all nighters for uni and she is crashing and burning so he jets over to sort her life out

listen this just happened and i don't even know what to say for myself but anyways🤠

.

“Charles—”

“Shhh, baby, it’s okay. That’s it, mon amour, just like that,” he cooed softly as he ran his fingers gliding up and down your thighs. “Just let go f’me.” 

“I-I can’t,” you whined, shaking your head as the tears began to well up in your eyes. It was too much. Far too much, and still a part of you craved more. “I need to—”

“You need to listen to me, amour,” he murmured against your skin, pressing light and soft kisses along the inside of your thighs. “And I’m telling you to relax.”

It wasn’t unusual for you to not answer your messages straight away. After all, Charles himself got caught up in meetings and duties, and it sometimes meant that he wouldn’t be able to reply for a few hours. He knew you were in a similar position with lectures and classes and meetings with your professors.

But it was different. 

Usually it was just a bad day here or there, but this time it had been a few days in a row and his concern was growing. You barely replied to him, and even when you did, your replies were sporadic at best. When he looked at the shared location you both had, his worry grew tenfold when he realised you hadn’t left your flat in days. But his breaking point was when he sent someone to deliver food at your door, and despite the insistent knocking, it went unanswered. 

You weren’t taking care of yourself, and he didn’t like it at all.

Charles pushed all his meetings and duties back a week. They still had a fortnight until the next race weekend and they could cope in Maranello alone without him for a while. They would have to. He called the company to have the jet waiting for him at the airport as he drove over, and he hopped on a plane straight to you. 

And when he arrived, Charles realised he was right.

You were overworking yourself. You were barely eating or sleeping or drinking enough water. You probably had more caffeine in your body than a human ever should have. You looked exhausted and he could see the toll it was starting to take on you, and yet you still insisted that you needed to study for your exams that you had in almost a month’s time. 

You weren’t taking care of yourself in the slightest, and his heart broke. You were his: his love, his equal, his partner, his to take care off. He wanted nothing more than for you to be happy and spoiled like you deserved to be, and instead you were working yourself to the bone and he didn’t think you even realised just how far you were pushing yourself.

So, Charles got you to relax in the only way he knew how.

Maybe it was a little manipulative to say he just wanted to hold you, that he wanted to be selfish and enjoy just laying down with you before you started studying again. But you were too tense and too tired and too overworked, and it was Charles’ job to take care of you so that’s what he did.

“Hmm, my girl wants to come again?” He questioned, his hands pawing and squeezing the fat of your thighs as he pulled your legs over his shoulders. He had you sprawled on the bed for the last forty minutes, made you come at least twice on his tongue, and he had no interest in stopping. “Say it, amour. Tell me what you want.”

“You,” you gasped out as your fingers fisted the sheets, a choked out moan leaving your lips as he licked a thick strip up your soaking cunt. “Charles, I need you. Please.”

“That’s it, amour,” he groaned happily as he nuzzled his face further against you, kissing and licking and sucking until his hands were pinning you down to the mattress. “You need me, and I’m gonna take care of you like I always do, yes?”

“Yes!” You whined, your back arching off the bed as his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked hard.

“Good girl,” he groaned as he lifted his head, his lips and chin glistening with your release. “Gonna make you come one more time and then you’re gonna dress up all pretty so I can take you out for dinner. Do you understand?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, a little high-pitched and a little too dazed to say words right now.

But Charles grinned in response anyways. “My perfect girl.”

.

[flippinpancakes64]

i would like The Cullens with an Insomniac! Reader who keeps getting more overworked and can’t sleep due to it, and I would wonder how would they react when the reader gets even more work.

The Cullens with an Overworked! Reader

I am so sorry again for the delay everyone. It’s been a big change for me moving into the dorms and whatnot. I have another story that I’m currently working on too but it’s taking a while so I’m writing this one too.

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

You call him a hypocrite

He’s always so worried about you overworking yourself

But he can’t acknowledge that he does the same thing

His argument is that he doesn’t need rest

But you do

He does his best to force you to relax

He picks up some of your homework, cleans your house for you, forces you to go to bed

But even he can’t stop exam season

When your teachers start giving you more stuff to do every day he honestly gets pissed

But he keeps himself cool

He just picks it up for you

Basically he doesn’t let you overwork yourself

Go to bed

He’s got this

Alice:

She just sort of takes your work

Like you could be working on your fifth work page of math for the night and she just… snatches it

It’s not that she doesn’t take no for an answer

She just straight up doesn’t ask

She’s worried about you

And she tells you all the time

Harps on you pretty often to go to bed

And she is not above sneaking melatonin into your food

She’s done it before

She will do it again

And if you ever even think about taking on more work, she shuts that down instantly

If you picked up an extra project at school or joined another club she is pissed

Like you do not have time for this

If you insist on doing whatever you were doing, she will help

She wants you to be happy more than anything else

Jasper:

He’s the most unfair probably

He doesn’t even try to argue with you about it

He just uses his ability to make you calm and sleepy

Boom problem solved

As for workload

He just does it

Like he takes your work and he does it for you

Does not let you take on more stuff

Like before you can go ask the teacher for more stuff or volunteer he stops you

And if your teachers start dumping more, he just does more of your work

He’s in problem solving mode

Rosalie:

She’s a little pissed off tbh

She would love to be able to go to sleep

And the fact that you’re not doing that frustrates her

Also the fact that you seem to refuse to take care of yourself

You’re pushing yourself in ways that she would

And she’s inhuman

She literally shreds your homework

And then she tells the teacher to back off

Problem solved

And you can’t even think about doing more because she shuts that down just as quick

She wants you to be happy and healthy and sleep well

Emmett:

He doesn’t really understand the thought process behind it

All he knows is that you’re not cuddling with him at night because you’re at your desk

And he won’t stand for it

Is not afraid to drag you away from your work

And if you try to argue he just hits you with the sad eyes

Again, if you get more work, he’s just confused

Like you’re already pulling all nighters, how the hell are you gonna make more time for more shit????

He just does the same thing

He pulls your ass away and back to bed

Esme:

She’s so concerned

She asks Carlisle about what to do for you all the time

I mean, it’s been years since she’s felt the stress of work

So she doesn’t really get it

All she knows is that your eye bags are getting bigger by the day and she can’t stand it

She does her best to kindly encourage you to go to sleep

But when that doesn’t work she just tries her best to help you where you’re at

Doing some of your work for you

Bringing you food to your desk

Maybe making a couple of heated phone calls to your boss

Carlisle:

Probably the best one for this

But then again he is just the best 💙

Anyways

He’s a problem solver

He works with you on how to reformulate your schedule to make it less stressful for you

And he’s of course has all of the medicine you could ever need to go to sleep

He’ll never do anything you don’t want tho

If you don’t want him to talk to your bosses or do your work for you he won’t

He’ll just be there to cuddle with when you do eventually decide to sleep

Vampire! Bella:

She remembers the feeling all too well

Before she moved to Forks and stopped caring about schoolwork she used to be a chronic overworker

All nighters, energy drinks, the whole deal

So she recognizes the signs pretty early

And she doesn’t do too much

She tells you when you should go to bed, but other than that she lets you do you

If you ask her for help with your work she’s more than happy to help

But if you’re the one who signed up for way too many classes, then it’s your job to do them

She’ll just be there later when you want to complain

[tonyboneysblog]

MOTHER HEN: PART FIVE

parings: hawks x mother!reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings: none (probably)

notes: DADDYS HOME, sorry it took so mfing long…

summary: you, the mother of Fumikage Tokoyami, are just a simple nurse! Who caught the eye of a certain pro…

the weekend.

Now previously you agreed to go to the bar with all of your friends because they convinced you that you worked far too much and needed a break!

sounds simple enough.

What you didn’t know though is that the day before you were supposed to go out onto the town, the hospital decides to kick you in the ass with an all nighter.

Now here you are stumbling back home after one of the longest shifts of your entire life.

Walking into to your warm home you immediately spot Fumikage on the couch, yet again not getting any sleep, you’ve told him multiple times to stop doing that.

He peeks his head towards he door and smiles.

“You were gone for a while, I was worried..”

nevermind, your not angry that he’s up late anymore.

“sorry, they couldn’t let me go..”

Fumikage sits up from the couch, “I’m gonna pull their ear about that one day, y’know?”

“Yea, and I’m gonna pull the schools ear for making you always injured somehow…I better not see you get hurt at that stupid festival.”

Fumikage huffs out a laugh, “I’m quite excited to be able to show off infront of pros.”

“You always show off.” You smack his head playfully, then kissing it.

Fumikage sees your figure walking away, “Are you off to bed?”

“Yea and you should be too..”

Fumikage smiles, “I will, goodnight mama.”

“Night Fumi..” you walk into your bedroom, closing the door and shedding yourself from your clothes.

You’re too tired to shower now, usually you do after work but after you fell asleep and busted your forehead in the shower you decide not to ever again.

Fumikage must’ve been scared out of out of his pants seeing blood all over your shower like some murder scene…

So you cuddle into your soft nest, warm and fluffy just how you like it.

drifting slowly until…

*DING*

Your phone vibrates.

You angrily shoot yourself up from the covers, who dares to rip you away from the sleep you barely get??

birdbrain

you up?

Hawks? Texting you at 6:00 in the morning?

well it’s not that uncommon, he’s always texting at weird times anyway.

pretty lady

barely, just got off work.

birdbrain

Oh sorry, rough day?

pretty lady

Not rough, just long lol

pretty lady

why are you up? late patrol

or smth?

birdbrain

Nah my patrol ended hours ago

birdbrain

Just can’t sleep

Your heart aches for hawks, though you can’t understand the whole ‘cant’t sleep’ thing, you know Fumikage can…that’s because he’s a worry wart though.

You used to deal with nightmares but that was usually from Ryuji’s quirk.

pretty lady

does that make me your

booty call?

birdbrain

Haha. No just like talking to you.

birdbrain

Should probably stop though

cause you need your beauty rest

pretty lady

Yea, sleep good hawks

birdbrain

I will now

Hawks was really a sweet friend, always there for you somehow.

Now you can sleep peacefully without any interruptions.

Without any fears of dreaming anything terrible or bad.

but that was the opposite for hawks.

Truthfully he only texted you to get awake, he was always alert if you were involved.

It’s not that sleep escaped him it was that he was escaping sleep. He didn’t want to go to dream land, dream land was scary as hell for him now.

Even describing them is out of his reach, he does wish he could talk to someone about them but they feel so graphic and personal that he doesn’t want to.

He’s bets he could talk to you about it, maybe if you got some alcohol in him.

Maybe you’d scratch his scalp with his head in your lap, humming some tune you came up with in your head.

Maybe you’d kiss him too, if he was lucky.

It was a good idea for hawks to text you, he feels better thinking about all the silly things he’d like so much to do with you.

So, he drifts off too with you in his mind.

and it’s the same for you.

Until Fumikage wakes you up of course, not even in a gentle way either.

“Mama, wake up.”

“No.”

“Mom…get up.”

“Five more minutes…”

Fumikage sighs, “fine, you asked for it.”

You feel someone grab your ankles then rip you off of your comfy and warm nest!

You yelp, “damit Fumikage!”

“You wouldn’t get up.”

“I’m the adult here, not you…”

“Are you? You’re acting like a kid before you get up for school mama…” he says judgingly.

“Hey now, you were the worst morning person I’ve ever met when you started kindergarten.” You sigh while getting up from the floor.

“What time it Fumi?”

“2:00”

“Ah okay…” you whip your head towards him, “wait-2:00?!”

“I mean you got home at 6:00, it’s not terrible…”

You were supposed to be at your friend’s house by 4:00, too bad for you she lives an hour away.

“Oh gosh- thank you Fumi you sweet baby angel.”

“What would you do without me?”

“Be dead I guess? I have to start getting ready to meet up with some friends.” You say hurriedly while running towards the shower.

Fumikage follows you, “what time will you be home?”

You dip behind the frosty shower door, Fumikage usually sits next to the shower just to talk to you and the glass parts of the shower are basically opaque.

“Probably late? There’s frozen pizza in the fridge.”

“I don’t like it when you go clubbing…”

You raise your eyebrows, “why’s that?”

“Because hungover you is the worst you, always so sassy.” He whispers the last part but you still hear it.

“Says you, edge lord.”

He gasps, “You said you liked my style?!”

“Your style is just me in high school, half your shirts are mine.”

He scoffs, “whatever…”

you giggle softly then you can hear your phone ding.

“Is that Tori?”

Fumikage grabs your phone and checks it, “bird brain? Do you have other bird sons I don’t know about mother?”

You blush, “Don’t be stupid, it’s just a nickname for…”

Do you really wanna tell Fumikage about hawks?

no.

“For Emi, you know her damned scatterbrain”

Fumikage laughs, “I do from your story’s.”

“What’s the time?”

“2:07”

You turn off the water and hop out the shower with a towel wrapped tightly around you.

Making your way towards your vanity, you do a quick face of makeup- you almost look like a teenager again…

next was caking on the setting spray, your makeup will stay no matter what tonight.

“Time?”

“2:37”

You quickly do your hair in a small updo, keeping it down with hairspray.

Then rushing towards your closet trying to find all your old clubbing outfits.

it’s been awhile okay?!

Until you find your gorgeous short red dress that sparkled if it hit the light just right.

Great, perfect even.

it’s old though, hopefully it fits…

But it does! Quite Nicely actually.

“Time?”

“2:56”

Well it was time to haul yourself to the car so you won’t be late, you like being at places on the dot..maybe even two minutes early if you’re feeling frisky.

Making your way downstairs, you grab you bag and turn towards Fumikage.

“How do I look?”

“Same as usual.”

“Fumikage.” You say sternly.

“Great mama, don’t bring no one home.” He jokes, you think?

You kiss and ruffle his feathers, “I’ll see you later Fumi.”

He nods, and you walk as quickly as you can to your car and finally drive to your friends house.

Now after all the hurry you showed up at 3:06, not your best time.

Knocking on the door you can hear your friends excitedly running towards it.

Your friend screams loudly,“Y/N!”

“Tori!”

“I havent seen you in forever!” Tori exclaims dramatically.

“It’s been like a month…”

“A month without my precious baby.”

The two of you laugh and make your way to the living room, seeing the rest of your friends.

“Y/N, I see you’re five minutes late!”

“Oh shut it, Kami.” You say playfully.

Tori speaks up, “How Fumikage? Haven’t seen him around.”

“He’s good, got into U.A.”

They all start cheering loudly, you feel prideful.

“U.A.- Y/N that’s amazing!”

“I know, I know, my son’s fricking amazing.” You say with pride.

Another one of your friends, taka, tries to change the subject, you’d prefer to keep talking about your awesome son but it’s whatever.

“Tori, how far away is the club?”

Tori chuckles nervously, “bout an hour away…I heard it’s really good!”

Kami groans, “Tori, what the fuck.”

“I drove an hour to get here Tori!” You exclaim.

“I know, but it’s really good I promise, tons of hot babes for you Y/N!”

Kami rolls her eyes, “I bet the waits even fucking longer.”

“Hey, no cussing to be cool in this house!”

Kami sighs, “I’m just expressing my feelings!”

You barge into the conversation with concern, “I don’t need some babe…”

All your friends stop speaking for a moment until Taka speaks up.

“Y/N, you haven’t dated anyone since Ryuji.”

“Yea well Ryuji taught me I don’t need a man.”

“Doesn’t Fumikage need a father, that was your excuse for getting with him…”

“Fumikage is 16, he’s okay.”

Tori joins the conversation, “yea well, live a little will ya? You don’t need a boyfriend but you could use a hot and steamy night with someone!”

“Tori…”

“What? I’m right aren’t I…?” Tori looks around towards the everyone else.

“Just keep an open mind okay?” Kami says softly.

You’ve always kept an open mind, you don’t need some one night stand…you’re perfectly fine without any…physical romance.

“Fine, I will- I’m not bringing anyone home though.”

“Why’s that?” Tori chuckles softly.

“Fumikage said not to.”

The room bursts into laughter, you weren’t joking though…you and Fumikage respect each-other.

Tori claps her hands together, “Now, let’s get on to that club!”

The four of you pile into Tori’s small, blue car and prepare for the long drive to the amazing club she’s talking so highly about.

once you arrive it takes almost the same amount of time to get there to actually get into the place.

She wasn’t joking when she said the place was popular, looked expensive too.

When you walked in you could see beautiful decrorations, the bar was even better because it apparently had that ‘good old shit’ according to Kami.

Poor Fumikage was probably all alone at home…you did tell him he could invite some U.A. friends but he declined.

But there was someone else at your house.

“What’re you doing here.” Fumikage said aggressively.

Hawks throws his hands up in a surrender, “just wanted to see if your mom was home, kid!”

Fumikage sighs while shaking his head, “well she isn’t home, leave.”

“You can’t hide your mom away from me.”

“Do wanna check the fucking walls or something? I’m telling you the truth.”

Hawks chuckles, “quite the sailor’s mouth you got there, I’ll tell your mama you’ve been shouting at me in tongues.”

“That’s not even what tongues is.”

“Well maybe she’ll send you to some boarding school to get the demon out of you.”

“My mother would never do that, yours probably did already though, crazy old man.” Fumikage spits back.

Well, ouch.

“I’m younger than your mom.”

“Are you sure? I mean you probably have the IQ of a seven year old but you look like how old Ivan the Terrible would be today!” Fumikage says sarcastically.

Hawks expression drops slightly, how could someone as amazing as you raise a little monster like him??

“I’ll call your mom right now, don’t test me.”

Fumikage whips his head towards hawks, agitated.

“Can’t, she’s with friends and she probably won’t answer the phone for someone like you.”

Hawks cocks his head slightly, “she’s out?”

“She has more friends than just you.” Fumikage huffs.

You, the hard working, won’t ever take a break, are doing chill time with girls he’s never heard of?

Or maybe you’re on a date.

Your not but hawks jealous little brain jumps to that conclusion.

Fumikage flops himself onto the couch, dismissing hawks, “no go, you have no business-“

“Who is she on a date with.”

“What…?”

“You heard me.”

Fumikage raises his head to make eye contact with an arms crossed, agitated looking hawks.

Fumikage squints his eyes in annoyance, “I already told you she’s out with friends, though I’m surprised you didn’t already know you stalker…”

“I don’t know, maybe you wanna protect your future step-daddy from being the subject of a documentary.”

The two of them become quiet, Fumikage staring at hawk’s dumbfounded.

“…my mother doesn’t partake in romantic relationships.”

“You don’t have to be all fancy with it.”

“Her words, not mine.”

Then quiet again.

Hawks realizes that Fumikage is most likely not lying, “So where is she…?”

“The club, it’s two hours away from what she told me.”

“What club?”

Fumikage ruffles his feathers on his forehead, “…why can’t you just text her, and why do you ever need her in the first place??”

“I wanted company.”

“Well, get it somewhere else cause my mama ain’t home.”

Hawks sighs…then opens his mouth again to Fumikages dismay.

“How can someone so mean come from such an angel like your mother..?”

“How can my mother talk to someone so ugly and annoying?”

“Ugly is pushing it.”

“Truth hurts, number three.”

Hawks huffs in defeat, you describe Fumikage as a gorgeous little angel…he’s the total opposite.

hawks isn’t even ugly, his fans said so themselves…

he wishes you were a fan of him.

*DING*

Hawks jumps slightly in surprise,“What was that?”

“It was my phone, oh yea it’s my mom too!” Fumikage says happily.

“What she say?”

“Ah, she said…‘don’t let that nasty little pigeon into our house ever again!’…that sucks…”

Hawks stays silent, staring at Fumikage.

“Are you serious…”

“No numbnuts, it was the door bell.”

Usually hawks isn’t this…stupid? There’s just something you do to him, making him all mushy brained.

Fumikage walks over to the door and opens it up, it’s the postal man! With the package you were talking to him about earlier.

It says fragile on the box, now you love opening packages but so does Fumikage.

So he brings it to the kitchen, hawks trailing behind him.

“What’s that?”

“A package my mother ordered.”

Fumikage placed the package down and grabs a knife, tearing the tape away from the cardboard opening the package to see…

a small plush.

One that makes hawks heart stop for a minute.

Fumikage just stares at it, what’s he supposed to say to this?

But Fumikage, your savior, knew for a fact you didn’t want hawks to ever indulge in the fact that you order a plush of him.

It’s already getting to his head, red ears, wings fluttering softly…

Fumikage chuckles, “my cousins birthday is coming up soon…she’s a big fan of you.”

Fumikage can see hawks face deflate…literally like he changed into a different person, specially a spoiled rotten kid who just got told no.

“Fumikage?”

“Hawks.”

“How is your mom gonna get home, aren’t all her friends gonna be drunk?” Hawks questions slowly, almost like he was thinking it over for a while.

Fumikage hums, “good question…”

Fumikage and hawks slowly make eye contact, then reaching the same conclusion.

Go to the bar, save mom, bring mom home.

The to of them race outside, Fumikage about to hop in the car until hawks wraps his arms around him.

He yelps in a high pitched voice, “unhand me you fool!”

“Relax, I can fly faster than car!”

“Oh, right…continue.”

Fumikage and hawks burst into the air,

Though hawks still has no clue what bar your at..he’ll find you.

and a simple text will work as-well .

birdbrain

wya???

pretty lady

the drunken pearl or

some shit like that

birdbrain

thanks babe

pretty lady

what

Location secured!

“I saw that..” Fumikage says softly but aggressively.

“Shut up, you’re wearing some ugly old Batman sweater.”

“It’s my mamas.”

“…it’s a great sweater.”

Fumikage and hawks continue the flight with saying anything else to one another. This is only a slight truce to protect their favorite women, you.

In the corner of hawks eye he spots it.

The drunken Pearl, a piss poor name but who cares when you’re drunk.

Now that line was long, almost longer than hawks d-

no, no hawks.

save y/n from that terribly sullen dirt hole before you let your mind wander of to dirty jokes.

hawks could probably sneak in right? Well not with Fumikage, Fumikages not even wearing a hero uniform and he can’t pull the “I’m a hero, let me in bitch.” strategy.

well, until he notices a little, red keychain on the bouncers keys that are attached to one of his belt loops.

It’s hawks lucky day to be a popular hero.

Hawks immediately flies down to the ground, with a small wave to the bouncer he can already see the external freak out.

The bouncers cheeks go red, “I-I uhm…Mr.Hawks! What brings you here?”

“One of my little lady’s friends is in there, wanna pick her up so she has a ride!” He says cheerfully.

“O-of course! Don’t want anyone getting hurt do we?” He chuckles nervously.

Hawks starts to walk in with Fumikage in tow until, “Sorry but, he can’t go with you..he’ll have to wait in line.”

“Tokoyami stay out here will ya?” Hawks barks an order at him.

Fumikage nods, standing guard with the bouncer.

Hawks makes his way into the brightly lit club, it’s loud too…hurts his ears.

Many body’s are just mushed together, either dancing funky or grinding on eachother.

Honestly hawks looks everyone for you, then spots you near the bar.

and he can feel his knees buckle a little , your a goddess.

There’s a sheen of sweat on you, your wearing a sparkly, short red dress with 2inch red heals that have the cutest golden buckle on them.

He makes his way to you as quickly as he can, you’re talking to a man..you do that a lot for someone who doesn’t want romantic relations.

Never mind talking, you’re flirting, whispering in each other’s ears while giggling. Hawks can feel his heart swell with anger and jealousy.

Why is he talking to you anyways, hawks needs to put a leash on you at this point.

or the other way around, he wouldn’t mind…

stop, bad hawks…focus on your main quest.

Hawks strides over towards you and the parasite, touch your shoulder softly.

You turn around confused, then smile.

“Hawkey!!” You throw your arms around his neck drunkenly..

He hugs back, “Y/n”

“What’re- hic!- doin here?” You say sloppily.

“Came to get you, Fumikage told me a few things..”

“Snitch.”

Hawks chuckles, ignoring the angry man next to you.

“How you feeling?”

“Really tired actually..this nice man was just about to take me to the private room before you came long!”

“Tired huh?”

You yawn, “exhausted…you gon take me home hawkey?”

“Cute nickname, let’s go.” He wraps his arm around your waist, lifting you softly.

Until Mr. Parasite grabs his shoulder.

“Hey, hands off she was mine first.”

“Get the hell off of me.”

He grips his hand tighter, “I already told you-“

“And I thought I told you the get off me.” Hawks says while glaring at the man.

“Look man-“

“I will slit your fucking throat open if I ever see you never her again, do not test me.”

The man’s jaw drops and he backs off slightly as a result from all of hawks threats.

Hawks picks you up bridal style, it’ll be faster to get you out of this place that way.

Hawks soon strolls out of the bumping club with you in his arms, making eye contact with Fumikage. Fumikage raises his arms up, expecting hawks to drop your form into them.

“Nope.”

Fumikage looks confused, “what?”

“Your not holding her”

“She’s my mother.” Fumikage says as if he’s offended.

Then it’s silent, hawks is glaring at him softly like he’ll take you away forever, you never notice.

Fumikage huffs with annoyance, “It’ll be easier to fly us back anyways if I hold her, stop being stubborn.”

Hawks then begrudgingly places you softly into your son’s arms.

Your eyes flutter softly, “Fumi?”

“Go back to sleep mama, you’ll be home soon.”

Hawks wraps his hands around Fumikage and flies off towards your home, now you’ve had many great naps over the years but…

This was probably the best nap you’ve ever had, maybe it’s the being drunk part.

You feel like you’re softly dropping down towards the ground, kinda like what a kid imagines what a cloud would feel like.

Said cloud is actually your nest, almost as warm as you left it.

You vision is slightly blurry, you feel terribly sick.

But soon hawks comes into your view with a glass of water a two small pills.

“Open up, mama bird..” he says softly.

You open your mouth as hawks places the round tablet onto your tongue, tastes disgusting, hawks would probably taste better.

…

Hawks then tilts up your head a makes you start to drink sips of water, you can already sense Fumikage at the doorway watching like a hawk.

“Feel better?”

“Mph..sure.”

hawks chuckles softly, “good, worried me a little yknow?”

You nod softly.

“I had to beat Fumikage just to hang out with me…you would’ve been better company.”

You smile gently, lips pulling together.

“Fumi…”

You can see Fumikages head pop up from his spot near the door.

“Go…bed, now.”

Fumikage sighs, then stalks off towards his bedroom.

Hawks pushed your hair away from your face, “Want me to leave too, sweets?”

You shake your head no, “stay?”

Hawks can feel his heart drop down to his toes.

He climbs over into your nest, your nest…

oh god, he can feel his ears burning already.

You gloss your fingers through hawks wind sweet hair, hitting multiple knots.

“Y/n..”

You look up towards his face, red ears…no his whole face is red this time.

his wings are puffed out, fluttering around with each passing moment.

“Hm..?”

“What’re you..uhm-doing?” Hawks stutters.

“What does it look like…?”

“Looks like you’re paying a little too much attention to me.”

“You love it.”

“I do.”

Oh god he loves it so much.

You sigh, “Lay down, no hovering…”

Hawks immediately lays down next to you on the bed, staring.

Enjoying that feeling of your hands carding through his hair.

and he’s just staring at our, red dusting over his face, staring at anything but your eyes.

even takes a few glances at your lips.

…

Kami was right, you need something good.

“Hawks?” You call softly.

“Yea?” He looks up at you.

“kiss me”

silence…

“W-what…?”

You grab his collar lazily, pulling him closer.

“Kiss me?” You whisper softly.

He short circuits for a moment.

Then comes closer, slowly.

then looks into your eyes, drunk hazy eyes that in his opinion, have no clue what they want.

“I can’t. Not while your drunk y/n…”

“Don’t you wanna though..?”

Trust hawks when he tells people he’s only a milisecond from making out with you everyday, it’s not that he doesn’t want to..it’s that he wants you to want it no matter what.

You’re just some lonely mom with a man in your bed, of course your drunk little brain wants a kiss.

“I wanna, really bad y/n- but you need to be sober for it.”

He needs you to be like that.

when he kisses you he doesn’t want to reminded of his father.

of that house.

Just you.

“…are you gonna leave me?”

Hawks chuckles, “no, no mama bird I ain’t gonna leave you.”

He starts to cradle you into his arms but…it ends up with it being the other way.

Darn you and your motherly habits…

So now hawks is comfortably laying in your chest, legs tangled together.

Your hand grazing his scalp, massaging sit softly.

This is good.

This is nice.

He doesn’t wanna wake up in a cold sweat anymore, he doesn’t wanna wake up screaming.

Not with you.

But knowing you, you’d probably cradle him like you used to Fumikage, kiss his face a whispering softly how it’ll all be okay.

Nevermind, hawks wants to have a nightmare.

he wants you, he knows it now.

He knows it even more when your hand stopping moving, and your breathing slows into a slumber.

He knows when he comfortably drifts off into dreamland while near clingy, drunk you.

he knows, but he doesn’t know what to do with that knowing.

So he rests.

With your body’s mixed together like a finished puzzle.

He knows this is right, because it feels fucking amazing.

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Wishing On Golden Stars [1]

Welcome to Teyvat

genre: isekai, slow burn, fluff, hurt/comfort, humor(?)

warning(s)!!!: tenryou samurai being rude lmao (good cop/bad cop situation)

chapter w.count: 4k

a/n: welcome to the first chapter of my isekai, kamisato ayato series! buckle in buckos, it's gonna be a long ride c:

The final chime of the bell attached to the convenience store door rang as the shift lead more than eagerly crossed the room to lock the entrance for the day. Letting out a collective sigh of relief that the day was finally done, you both slump into less-than-ideal postures. You're left leaning over the counter, your company-issued polo feeling way too hot and uncomfortable from the amount of sweat it had soaked up from your last-minute rush of people who just had to wait until almost closing to do their shopping. Popping open a few buttons, you look up to see the shift lead heading back in your direction doing the exact same thing. 

“Thanks again for agreeing for the last minute cover,” the lead, who’s name tag read Max, comes to the counter and turns so his back is against it to lean and soak in the newly acquired quiet of the store. Max was a pretty good guy, taking college courses online on top of working himself to the bone for a company that would probably never remember his name if not for his badge. 

“It’s not like I was busy, so it’s fine,” you reassure. It wasn’t a lie anyway. Genshin had gone down for a 5 hour maintenance that day, and while you could’ve done something else to pass the time like watch a new show or even go out and walk, an extra shift for bringing in money didn’t sound like such a horrible pastime. Straightening out from your slumped over position on the counter, you direct your eyes to the flickering digital clock hanging on the wall that really needs new batteries soon. 

10:07 PM

Perfect. 

“I’ll make sure to have Sam cover for you tomorrow since she was the one who was supposed to work with me today.” Normally, this would be something you turn down since an extra shift would typically push you into overtime, and like it or not, that was more extra moola in your pocket. Still, the facts at hand were that the maintenance was finished and new stories and quests had been added to Genshin. And the kicker? New banners had just begun to run and you hadn’t been saving up for nothing!

“That’d be nice. I have some plans that take place far into tomorrow morning.” 

“Pulling another all-nighter on that one game you play?” 

“Yup,” you ashamedly admit. It wasn’t a secret that a big chunk of your down time went into your games. Why would you feel ashamed about something you like? Be it a game or tv show or anything else. It made you happy so of course, you’d work around it as much as you could. Besides, it wasn’t the only thing you did- you weren’t a complete shut in. It was also the middle of winter, so being outside wasn’t on your agenda. “The servers were down today, but it should be back up now. I’m going to be playing through some new quests.” 

Standing fully up, you stretch and start making your way to the back room where your bag and jacket sit patiently in a locker with your name on it via a tacky store-bought (and customized) magnet. You can hear Max’s footsteps fall in step with your own. You were sure he was eager to get home too. 

In the back, while you both gathered your things, mindless conversation that held no real topics came and went. Asking about how his classes were and if he had a paper due soon that he’d have to rush home and complete. He was more of a social butterfly than you, so he took the reigns on most conversations he found himself involved in. 

“Do you need me to walk you back? You live in a pretty nasty neighborhood don’t you?” 

“Oh, no, don't worry about it. I don't live anywhere sketchy like that.” You chose to leave out the fact that even if you don’t live in a sketched-out part of town, you do have to walk through one to get to your apartment though. If you told Max that, there’s no telling the lecture you’d get as he marches with you back home without argument. Besides, you’ve walked it hundreds of times back and forth already since you moved and got this job… and it wasn’t like you didn’t have pepper spray and a compact stun gun on you anyway. “I’ll see you later, okay?” 

“Be careful!” He calls as you start the normal trek back home. Normally the only weirdo’s out at this time were drunkards you could easily kick in the groin and give a harsh shove into a wall to make a quick getaway. When someone comes rushing around a corner of an alley, you yelp at the sudden appearance. Their shoulder checks into yours and from the sound of their (his?) gasp, he didn’t expect someone to be around the way either. 

Both of you stumble, and you feel him grab your bicep and yank you so you don’t trip off the curb into the road. His fingers catch onto the strap of your bag that rests over your shoulder and in the midst of making sure he wasn’t going to start yanking you around some more, you neglect to see the small object drop easily into the pit of your bag. 

“S̶o̵r̸r̴y̴” he mumbles before he’s rushing off away from the scene. You stand there on the sidewalk for a moment wondering what that was all about and what his deal is. And why his voice sounded so... fake to you.

‘Is it me, or did he sound kinda… weird?’ You stand bewildered for a moment longer before dismissing it all. Thinking about it would only make you nervous, so shaking the thoughts away was the best course of action. You promptly spin on your heel and with a little more speed to your steps, high tail it home. 

Your desk chair never felt more welcoming. You drop your bag on the floor beside your desk and promptly sit yourself down to boot up your computer. The game resources would take a few minutes to download, so while that was running, you rush to get a few snacks and drinks that would make an all-nighter easier to pull off. Shutting off your main light, you flick on the desk lamp you kept beside your monitor. By the time all was said and done, you remembered you should probably text Max that you made it back safely. He would go full ‘big brother’ mode on you if you didn’t. 

Digging around your bag for your phone, you pull it out, and with your action, a small item flings out of your bag with it. Hearing it dully hit the ground, you push your chair back and see a small hard object under your desk. Dragging it closer with your toes, you pick it up and examine it under the desk light. 

“A piece of candy? No, maybe a trinket or… charm? Where did this come from?” Looking around your room, you look to see if maybe this small item- which with its colors of blue and lilac weaved together looked oddly familiar- had fallen off something you forgot you owned. Coming up short with theories on the origin of the piece of (possible) candy or knocked loose charm, you shrug it off and toss it ceremoniously in the trash bin under your desk by your legs. “Whatever,” you roll closer to your desk and after a click of your mouse, that familiar entry door into the game appears and allows you entry. 

Instead of immediately starting to pull on the now-running Kamisato Ayato banner, you decide to knuckle down on some quests and dailies for just a few extra primos to up your chances of that beautiful, easy, golden 5-star man. 

Ayato’s banner was one you have been waiting for. Playing through Inazuma (as painstaking as it could be) and meeting Thoma and Ayaka made you excited to meet the head of the family, Ayaka’s older brother. Playing through his character story, you were happy to see that he was as appealing as you hoped.

A cheeky and clever man who has been through more than his fair share of situations that try to lessen his imposing image. Being able to come up with plans that can not only put him in the place of playing ‘villain’ but also not directly involving himself was appealing. A man with the means to put together such a ploy and solely devote himself to the role- Teyvat better thank its lucky stars that he wasn’t an antagonist. Of course, it helped that he was a looker to boot. An exceedingly beautiful man if you’ve ever seen one. 

“I’m getting him, come hell or high water,” is the mantra you keep repeating as your grind session continues until almost 3 in the morning. Feeling the creeping of about the hundreth yawn in your throat in the last 20 minutes, you lean your elbow on the desk before opening up the Wish menu. Curling your hand, it pushes into your cheek as your eyes droop dangerously close to shut and you yawn... again. 

“Why am I so tired?” You mumble. Normally, pulling all-nighters wasn’t too hard for you. You could usually last until around 6 the next morning on a good day. Maybe work wore you out more than you bargained for since it was an unexpected shift.

You feel yourself slipping further into your palm as your head feels heavier by the second. Your finger clicks for yet another round of 10-pulls. You could hear the sound effects of the transition screen, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pry your eyes open again. A golden color lit up your room behind your eyelids but you were already far past the point of wondering if the five-star screen was always that bright or if maybe your lamp was about to explode from some random burst of overheating- even if it never had any issues before. Nothing else registered in your mind before you were completely falling asleep. 

It was noisy.

Your mind wakes up before your body does, and that is the first thought you have. The noise. It was so loud. Way too loud for your bedroom that you know you just fell asleep in. You were playing your game, so maybe you were hearing in-game sounds and ambiance. Of course, that didn’t explain why you were on your back. 

You could feel the hard surface of the floor against you, and while still only half-conscious at this point, it still crosses your mind on why it didn’t feel like your bedroom floor. It was like planks of wood were digging into your shirt and threatening your skin with splinters like anxious tiny spears against a giant. 

Maybe you had fallen off your chair. If you had though, surely the fall would have woken you up. You weren’t so dead tired from working that you could stay asleep through the tumble of the chair to the floor. Not to mention you must’ve slept through the last few hours of the night because you could feel the sun warming your skin to a near-uncomfortable degree. It almost felt suffocating with the misty humidity hitting your face and assaulting your senses. The sound, feel, smell- all of it felt like you were washed up on some wharf. 

Either you were lucid dreaming, or you had sleptwalked into the bathroom or something where you somehow turned the shower on. 

Still, there was one thing you could try and rule out, and that was the occasional rough prodding of something solid jabbing into you every few seconds. A jab to the shoulder. A jab to your stomach. A jab to your leg. Even a nudge to your head that tossed your forward-facing position onto your cheek and hit that same wooden surface you feel under your back. Then the shouting starts to finally register in your eardrums. 

“..up… ‘ey!” It sounded like a man? What was a man doing in your house? A police officer maybe? But that still didn’t make sense.  For the first time since your consciousness started coming back to you, you groan. Your sideways resting head twitched and somehow you found the strength to swivel it back to face the sky. Eyes wrinkling at the bright sunlight behind your eyelids. 

You feel small vibrations before hearing accompanying footsteps along the floor before another voice starts speaking. It was much closer than the one you could barely make out before. 

“Miss.. ‘ear me… ‘llo?” It was softer, almost nicer to try and listen to. Good cop, bad cop sort of vibe. 

You manage to crack your eyes open for just a moment before the closed-eyed warmth of the sun turns into a blinding flash bang that assaults your retinas. You hiss, chest jumping as your shoulders and arms twitch and tighten. The first signs of movement must’ve startled the people around you since you could feel their rushed steps in startlement through the floor.  Moving your head slowly, you rock it from left to right trying to will a cloud over the sun; or if you were actually in the bathroom, for someone to draw a curtain or something. 

You got your wish of shade when something hovers over your squeezed eyes. When the shade persisted with no signs of slipping away from you, you try once again to crack your eyes open. 

Your vision was blurry. You could barely make out shapes, the world just a blob of converging colors and textures that started to register in your mind like code being processed.  You must’ve hit your head way harder than you thought if you fell off your chair. Groaning was all you could do to communicate how uncomfortable you were in the current moment; that and the small shuffling movements of your limbs you could finally start moving. 

The way the world shifted from blobs to shapes then into objects was astonishingly quicker than you expected and soon enough you were narrowly looking at a face you hadn’t seen before. Though, this stranger’s clothes looked oddly familiar to you. A cone-shaped hat that tied under his chin with a symbol on its front. Dressed in a uniform consisting of shades of dark purples- parts of it almost resembling armor. Laying on the floor- which you now see are planks of wood outside, so more so laying on the ground- next to him was a long spear-like object. 

“Wha…” is all you can articulate at the confusion personified in front of you. The shade you had gained was given graciously by the man beside you lifting his hand to cover your eyes from the sun. 

Your lethargic state was quickly swatted away by a sudden and painful jab to the stomach. Lurching up with a choked ‘Oomph!’, you jump into a coughing fit. Your arms come to fold over your gut as your body positions itself into a semi-half sitting-up angle. One of your arms comes to perch behind your back, holding you up and keeping you from flopping back onto the wooden ground as coughs scratch up your throat. You were parched. 

“What are you doing?!” The man who had been crouching beside you this whole time had not only said a full complete sentence that you could actually understand but had shouted directly next to your ear. His bickering aimed at a man who had the same uniform and weapon as him. The standing guard- Bad Cop you’re guessing- had apparently grown restless and impatient as he lifted his spear and hovered it over your stomach before letting the butt end of it jam you in the gut. Hospitality was in the negatives with Bad Cop. 

You felt Good Cop’s hand come to rest on your shoulder and you instinctively shrug it off. The realization of something being wrong finally starts to dawn on you. Maybe Bad Cop’s little assault was a good wake-up call after all… even if it was a jerk move. 

Eyes wide with a fully functioning brain and processing intuition, you look beyond Good and Bad Cop and all around the area you were in. It was a dock… a port? On the edge of a small little town, there was a starting crowd beyond the wooden dock. Far off to the left up atop a cliff was a statue, one that was carved into the shape of a person, and even farther and higher than that were the beautifully pink and purple sparks of what seemed to be a shrine rising above all else. 

With a yelp of recognition, your legs kick out and scurry your body back until you're dangerously close to toppling into the water at the edge of the dock. 

“No way… there’s no way,” you mutter to yourself. “This has got to be some freaky dream. There’s just no way..!” That was clearly your denial talking. You’ve felt your fair share of pain- although none of it was lasting- to know if that this is a dream you would have woken up well long ago. Bad Cop, with a click of his tongue, stomps towards you and bends to snatch your arm in his palm before yanking. His rude attempts to get you on your feet are met with well-deserved resistance. 

“On your feet! You have some explaining to do!” His voice boomed in your ear like it was bouncing off the ocean waves and back again. “Who are you? Where did you come from!” 

“Let go of me!” His grip wasn’t gentle and you could feel your skin pinching painfully from his grip between his gloves. Since he had at least brought you to your feet, you plant them as firmly as you can into the wood beneath you before yanking back. He must’ve underestimated a washed-up person’s strength because you had ripped free easily, but all that power you put into your backward retreat lands you back on the ground. You hiss as you land on your side and scrape up your elbow. You could feel the burning sensation of broken skin and probable splinters making a new home in your arm. 

You look back up to Bad Cop and your eyes shine with a glossy frustration. 

“I don’t know how I got here! And what’s with your attitude! I’m not telling you anything with the way you’ve treated me- someone who's just as confused as you by the way!” That was a partial lie. In your heart of hearts, you know you’re in Inazuma. You have no idea how or why or what the hell is happening, but you weren’t about to tell him that.  Good Cop- who had been anxiously kneeling with his arm barely outstretched in a poor attempt to mediate? Maybe. At least he was more or less kind. If not a tad whimpy.

“Outsiders are not permitted within the boundaries of Inazuma by demand of the Sakoku Decree! Now, how did you end up here!” 

“I. Don’t. Know.” 

While you and Bad Cop face off in the most pointless round of shouting roulette, there was a buzz circulating from the crowd that had fully gathered to witness the whole debacle. You took no notice of it or the person who had emerged from that buzz to step confidently onto the dock along with the three of you. 

“Ah, good morning!” A bubbly, warm voice breaks the extremely tense atmosphere of the argument between Bad Cop and you. Shattered it so much that you were both rendered speechless for a moment before setting your sights on the newcomer. You choke back a gasp since any form of recognition was strictly off-limits unless you want Bad Cop to pick up on it and thus pick another fight. 

In front of you, behind Good Cop who had finally risen to his feet with a relieved expression, was the ginger haired Thoma. His happy and friendly smile was present on his face like it was natural to break up fights on the street (on the dock?) with his hand raised in a relaxed, quick greeting. The Fixer himself had somehow come to your aid... you hope. 

Being harassed by the Tenryou Commission and having Thoma show up and hopefully save your butt? You’re really getting the Traveler Treatment. 

Thoma struts up to the three of you and claps his hand on the shoulder of Bad Cop, a small signal of ‘back up my friend, let's talk about this’. His quick glance towards you finally makes your shoulders slacken- you weren’t aware of just how tense your body was.  Even your jaw started to ache from all the clenching you were doing. 

“Let’s start from the beginning. Now, what’s the situation?” Bad Cop goes through the trouble of explaining- in his harsh tone- the sequence of events. They had shown up to the harbor for regular routine checks, and had found you unconscious on one of the wooden docks. They had tried waking you up, he leaves out that he had used his spear on your gut, and that when you woke up you started verbally attacking them. 

“Now, hang on!” You almost screech when he finishes his spiel. His glare is overshadowed by the quizzical look of Thoma’s. “I did not ‘verbally attack’ anyone! I'm just as confused as you are and you slammed your stupid little spear into my stomach to wake me up. Remember that? It hurt you know! Of course I’d yell at someone so hostile!” 

As you both started bickering once again, Good Cop anxiously tried to get a single word in, that was always drowned out while Thoma just watched.  He couldn’t see a trace of deception on you; your face was the dictionary definition of confused and scared. Sure, you were full of fire at the moment, but given the opportunity to calm down maybe you’d realize just how you're really feeling instead of being so fired up. So, he saw no reason not to help you. 

“For the time being, why not take them into custody of the Tenryou Commission?” Thoma pitches and your jaw drops in betrayal. Prison? You? Before, you could open your mouth to defend yourself, he starts again. “If they really have no memory of how they got here, then the safest place for them is a monitored location defended by guards. Right?” He looks at you and your jaw shuts with a small clack of teeth. 

“You… might have a point.” A stupidly good point. “Fine,” you relent. There was no point in drawing it out. You really didn’t have anywhere to go, so at least a cell is a roof and protection from the elements. Bad Cop was fighting back a smug smile, you could see it tugging behind his teeth. “I’m not going anywhere with Ba- I mean, this guy though.” You cross your arms adamantly and mutter, “he’s been enough of a pain in more than one way.”

At your attitude, Thoma laughs. Even though it’s amusing, the calming atmosphere doesn’t deter him from the slight trembling of your hand tucked under your crossed arms. 

“Of course. You can have your other Tenryou friend here escort you there,” he gestures to Good Cop and you nod. You can get behind that plan. 

With little conversation left to be had, Bad Cop leaves the dock, Thoma speaks privately to Good Cop for a moment, and then soon you’re ushered off to Tenryou property where you’re expecting to be good friends with iron bars for an unforeseeable, undisclosed amount of time. The small wave Thoma gestures at you to come over has you walking cautiously his way. Once at his side, his back curves down as he cups around his mouth to your ear. 

“Just bare with it. I’ll help you the best I can.” 

He straightens back up and with a pat on the back, sends you off. Your first morning in Teyvat- as absolutely asinine as that sounds- is ending on a pretty low note. Jail time.

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a/n: its a slow start but you hAVE to trust me gang

[danemia]

lemme rant rq cause this is my diary

so i went to the dr with my mom cause i had the flu (not anymore, but lowk it made me have 0 APPETITE so f@sting during it was easy) but anyway, since my last dr appointment which was over the summer ish so august i think, i lost around 7lbs. (i was wearing layers, water loaded + shoes so def more, probably around 10-15lbs but idrk cause my scale LOVES to change my weight all the time. and my mom ofc noticed (the weight loss in the chart since august) but i blamed it on the flu easy peasy and she’s been trying to buy me snacks and make me eat more which is annoying but she’s trying to be a mom so it’s okay. also im not sure if it’s the 3d brain but i feel like she’s trying to fatten me but i can’t really tell? like she’s offering food more, or maybe she’s not idk. it is now 1:44am, yesterday i fainted a bit so i treated it as a break and ate “normally” fainting + dizziness has gone down and now i feel like a failure, but that’s okay cause today is a new day. also does anyone else hallucinate after long periods of fasting? maybe it’s the sleep deprivation but i genuinely start seeing stuff and it’s lowk scary but maybe that’s another issue, anyway i won’t have access to food from now(1:44)-3pm so the i just have to survive from 3-10pm and that’s a successful day + thinking like that helps me sm (like every hour of fasting counts) right now im having a celsius (caffeine my beloved appetite suppressant) and im pulling an all nighter and hopefully will crash at 3ish so i sleep most of the day to prevent boredom eating and honestly fasting is just easy if you distract yourself, i think the main issue with me and fasting is i get bored sooooo easily and then eat, not even cause im hungry js bored tbh, but water and games help that. idek what im saying. ugh my insomnia gets so bad when im restricting. also another thing i think th1nspo and m3anspo genuinely do NOY work for me, idk why. like my main motivation is myself cause really im the only one who knows everything i want changed about my body and speaking of omg i have to go the beach on my birthday trip im so scared brooo. well idk if i have to go but i think my family is going and we’ll see tbh, it’s like mid decemeber so this month i genuinely need to lock in like i keep on fasting but then having to break it around 48hrs and it’s annoying, okay THIS fast i won’t stop (and will actually have vitamins and whatnot) also vitamin recs? i feel like the vitamins i take while fasting do not do anything tbh, anddd i have been rambling but it’s giving me smth to do so love u all stay safe ! ONE MORE THING LMAOO green tea is so good and has helped my bloating sm everyone go make a tea rn (it also has caffeine in it) also caffeine helps constipation (at least for me) for all the 4n4s who struggle with that! and green tea is like a subtle laxative, CELSIUS is like a full on one, i drank one a while ago but haven’t had any…bowel movement, but to be fair i did poop this evening and wow i sharing SO much information 😻 ! but yeah it’s way better than actual lax imo, lax makes my stomach hurt ALL day but maybe it’s the kind? I’ve only ever used ducloax or smth like that and it hurts so much omg i might just never take them again, im gonna finish this celsius then make some green tea i wonder how okay anyway

tldr: idek where to start

[good-beanswrites]

One more scene from Fuuta-Es convos with @waivyjellyfish for now :3 I liked exploring Es' post-canon mindset as an ex-murder investigator... Like my other drabble, I don't have the details worked out but Milgram is over and they're living at the Kajiyamas' now.

What Fuuta didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

It’s what Es told themself as they slipped into his clothes. They’d spotted the outfit at the bottom of Fuuta’s closet a few days ago, then decided to bide their time. With Fuuta and his sister downstairs having breakfast, there was a small window of opportunity now.  

Es stuck their arm through the red-striped sleeve. They still didn’t know what possessed them to put it on. 

Was it the appeal of something familiar? In a world devoid of all memories, they enjoyed the idea of putting on at least one outfit that they’d seen hundreds of times on their little music video screen. Is it possible to be comforted by someone else’s memories?

Was it old habits? They’d spent each trial doing anything and everything to feel closer to the prisoners. To take a peek into their minds. To step into their shoes. This was taking it a bit literally, they knew. Although everything was over and they had no reason to connect so deeply to any of the prisoners, Es couldn’t get away from the duty they’d obsessed over for so long.

Maybe it was just their troublesome curiosity, always driving them forward. There was a small part of them that hungered for more information, no matter the reason. They were perfectly aware that putting on Fuuta’s red and blue tracksuit would probably offer them absolutely nothing new, but they had to try. Something might be revealed to them, and they needed to know. 

Es stood in front of the full length mirror. They turned one way. They turned the other way. They shifted their arms. They cocked their head.

Sure enough, nothing. 

They took note of the little details. It was a little big on them, (though  it wouldn’t take them long to catch up to Fuuta’s size). It was neither fashionable nor tacky. The material wasn’t exactly comfortable, but at least it felt warm.

But, did it make them feel any closer to Fuuta?

They contemplated a moment, thinking of all that he may have done in the outfit. There were so many classes these pants had walked to, so many arcade coins that these pockets had held. Es wondered if his friends ever nudged the shoulders of the jacket playfully. Maybe they weren’t the type. It had probably seen it’s share of all nighters. And also lazy days spent in bed, or sick days laid up on the couch.

They puffed their chest out, thinking of the confidence Fuuta may have had wearing this. They pulled the hood over their hair. It had likely seen just as much as his hesitance. How many times had he sunk into the thick material for an escape? Or was there an opposite effect – did he feel so comfortable in this that he could commit murder?

Es stared at themself.

There came some shuffling out in the hall. Before Es could move, Fuuta was shouting to his sister and bursting into the room.

“Will you get out of my fucking hair if I bring it to you right –” he froze. “Now...”

Es, too, was frozen in place, their eyes wide. 

“I-I’m sorry.” They started unzipping the jacket. “I saw it and… I didn’t mean to –”

“ – It’s fine,” Fuuta muttered. He waved his hand dismissively. He started shuffling things around in his desk drawer, angling his head down, out of sight. His voice was strained, though it wasn’t as angry as Es had been expecting. “It’s not like I’m ever gonna wear it again.”

Es carefully folded the jacket over their arm. “I wasn’t trying to bring up the past. I was just…” What had they been doing? 

“I said it’s fine.” 

“I know it’s not.”

“You don’t know anything. Wear it every day for all I care. I was just gonna toss it.”

“You still can. Or, I can.”

“Nah.” Fuuta retrieved what he was looking for. He paused in the doorway, taking one last look over his shoulder. “Looks better on you, anyway.”

Es straightened in surprise as he left. They took another look in the mirror. They allowed themself a small smile. They might have undersold how comfortable it was.

Now that they were thinking of it, they did look pretty cool… Maybe that was all there was to it.