#daiya no ace angst

[heaven-s-black-box]

Inadequate- Okumura x male!Reader

Return to File

Recovery date: December 20th, 2024

Description: S I'm the simp of Koushuu, unfortunately I deleted my blog, but I noticed that requests are open again. Can I ask for some comfort after having a paranoid breakdown about being insufficient as a pitcher with Koushuu and a male S/O? It may be just HC since the fics are more complicated :'v RI repeat, I hope I'm not being picky.

Notes: CW descriptive panic attack and lots of stuttering Recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions. So, Koushuu might be a bit OOC? We've seen him comfort Asada, so i kind of tried to base it around that? Also, funny you should send this ask because this happened to me fairly recently so... ya, based on personal experience.

Word count: 883

Back to directory

Something was wrong today, Okumura could feel it. Y/n wasn’t speaking up in class as much today, and when he did speak it was usually short answers. When he went on, sometimes his voice would break or turn into a whine, but it wasn’t constant. At lunch he’d gotten into a heated debate with Seto over the book they were reading for class, he’d seemed normal then, but when Okumura had approached him on the way to practice his voice had been croaky. Sometimes Y/n’s eyes would go glassy too, like he was about to cry, and his breathing would become choppy.

It came to a head when Kawamkami came by his room that night.

“Nori!” Miyuki greeted, “Want me to catch for you?”

“Sure, but first, can I talk to Okumura for a second?”

He looked up from his notebook to find Kawamaki still standing in the doorway. The upperclassman motioned for him to come outside, and he followed hesitantly.

Once the door was closed, Nori spoke again.

“Could you… go check on Y/n?”

“Is something wrong?”

“He’s crying, and… possibly having a panic attack. I figured since you two are close you might be able to help.”

Okumura nodded. “I will, thank you for telling me.”

“Ya, no problem. Here,” Nori handed over his room key, “so you can get in. I’ll hang out here so you can give it back.”

“Hm.”

The catcher jogged off towards Y/n’s room. It was quiet, but as he approached the door he could hear faint sobbing and hyperventilating.

As carefully as possible, he opened the door. It creaked, and Y/n curled in on himself to muffle the sounds. He was also clearly trying to calm his breath, which only resulted in fits of sharp inhales punctuated by the occasional snort. The lump on his bed was shaking heavily, so much so that the bed rattled against the wall with every sharp breath.

“Y/n?”

Okumura closed the door, returning the room to darkness.

“O-Oku-mura?” Y/n rolled onto his back, letting the catcher clearly see how each breath shook him.

“Nori-senpai came to get me-”

A soft whine cut him off before Y/n began gasping for breath again, letting out uneven sobs.

He kicked off his shoes and sat next to Y/n, finally being close enough to see his tear streaked cheeks in the dark room.

“Come here,” he whispered, helping Y/n sit up and pulling him into a hug. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know why I’m here,” Y/n sobbed. Okumura waited for him to continue after another fit of choked inhales. “I ca-can’t d-do any-anything.”

“That’s not true.”

“I know that.”

Y/n hiccuped again and pulled away from Okumura. The catcher let him go, knowing he was probably feeling a little claustrophobic.

“It just-” Another fit of sharp inhales and snorts as he tries to catch his breath. Okumura began to gently rub his back. “It’s just so- so effortl-less t-to the o-other-s. I me-mean… go-god I sou-sound li-like a-a di-ick.”

Y/n ran a hand down his face, then pushed his hair back. He was covered in sweat.

Okumura reached for the water bottle on the ground next to his bed and handed it over.

“Catch your breath.”

Carefully, Y/n took a few sips of water. His hands were shaking still but his breathing was more even and there were less hiccups.

“When I-I’m in the bullpen, next to Sawa-mura-se-enpai and Furuya-se-enpai, I feel so out o-of place. And I just… I started wondering why I was here and then Nori-senpai was here and-” Y/n’s breathing sped up again and he stumbled over another sob. It shook his body enough that he spilt water on himself, so Okumura took the bottle and put the cap back on. “I feel like such an ass,” he wailed.

“Hey,” Okumura grabbed Y/n’s hand, “this is hard, but you’re doing great. I love catching for you, and I’m not just saying that as your boyfriend. Yui says catching for you is fun too. You won’t be the best right away, not everyone is a freak who can carry four tires at the crack of dawn.” That made Y/n laugh. “You just need to get used to this. One step at a time, right?”

“One- One step at a- time.” Y/n leaned his forehead against Okumura’s shoulder and took a deep breath, letting it out in short bursts between hiccups. “Can I have more water?”

Okumura handed it over wordlessly.

He’d never really understood it, his mother had tried to explain that Y/n didn’t realize the effort he put in even though Okumura recognized he tried harder than most. When that effort wasn’t enough, Y/n felt like he wasn’t trying hard enough and didn’t feel like he could try any harder. His hard effort made things feel natural, and so being asked for effort felt daunting.

He still didn’t understand, but he didn’t have to know what to say. He’s always hated liars, and so he’ll tell him the truth. Hopefully, that’ll be enough.

“Thank you,” Y/n said softly.

“All I said was the truth.”

“Ya… but, still. Thanks for being here with me.”

[koushuwu]

*:･ﾟ✧ love you today — best friend eijun pt. 2

18+ content | 2,9k words | sawamura eijun x reader. waking up with you in his arms, eijun remembers the antics of last night. but will the two of you be able to see eye to eye?

tags/cw: afab!reader, pet names (reader calling eijun baby cakes), mentions of alcohol consumption, mild angst, sexual undertones, no actual smut, build up, eijun is sporting an erection, mentions of make out session from part 1, best friends to lovers, feelings, not beta read, no editing we die like neji.

pt. 1 | pt. 3

the first thing eijun noticed when he stirred from sleep wasn’t the throbbing ache down south. that part came later. the first thing he noticed was the weight on his chest and a scent so distinctly you, filling his nostrils. instinctively, eijuns arms tightened around your body, pulling you impossibly closer. he noticed the warmth of your back against his palm, where it’d crept under his shirt on your frame through the night. he should pull it out but the electricity of it made him hesitate.

eijun didn’t have a moment of disorientation as to where he was either, like some might waking up somewhere they’re not used to. no, eijun knew exactly where he was, because he knew exactly what the weight on his chest was from the moment he stirred. he knew what the scent was. he was home. he was with you. a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as you lay pressed against him. he knew where he was. every single one of his senses were flooded with you. everything. and as they did, memories of last night came crashing in with it. you, holding his hand. you, pressing your lips to his. you, perched on his lap. you–

shit. his cock jumped at the memory of your clothed sex grinding down on him. and that. that was when he truly realized. of course he’d already felt it. how could he not, when his cock strained against his boxers? but it hadn’t been a protrudent thought as of yet. after all, morning woods were a thing and it wasn’t anything unusual. however holding you in his arms, inhaling your scent. that’s what made the difference. that’s what he now truly felt. the dull ache of his cock being left standing tall and proud after your shenanigans the night before. the ache of his own desire and desperation to touch you. to be touched by you. but even so, he couldn’t get too excited. he shouldn’t. he really shouldn’t. eijun quickly pulled his hand from your skin, instead resting it on top of the fabric covering your shoulder. he needed to call down. his dick needed to calm down, he thought, glaring down at it over your body.

“down boy—“ eijun hissed, words low, whistling between his teeth, before he was able to stop himself. shifting in his embrace, your hot breath fanned across his chest. as you craned your neck to look at him, still bleary eyed from sleep.

“did you just—“

“you were not supposed to hear that!” eijun’s voice turned sharp. high. quick. “you were supposed to be asleep.” right then, eijun felt an uncharacteristic embarrassment, prompting him to press his palms over his eyes in a futile attempt at hiding. embarrassed might even be an overstatement. eijun wasn’t prone to embarrassment, and he was very much unapologetically him in every aspect of life. but yet here he was, wishing he could’ve held his tongue for once.

“maybe you shouldn’t be talking to your dick then, baby cakes.” okay, yeah. eijun was absolutely embarrassed. just a little bit. he was used to teasing. always had been, since all the way back to his time at seidou. but this. this was different. okay. the lightness in your voice, the laughter. it was all a bit too much and eijun pressed his palms harder against his face and groaned.

“i thought you were sleeping, or i wouldn’t have–”

“i’m glad i wasn’t then.” the lightness persisted, but the laughter faded, lingering only faintly in the aftertaste of your words. and that. that was what made eijun lift his hands from his face enough to peek down at you. you’d shifted further so that you were now resting your chin on your hands, looking up at him from his chest. a sight to behold, indeed, yet he still covered up his face once more. he shouldn’t get too excited. it was quiet for a bit, then he felt you moving against him. felt the bed shifting underneath you.

“where are you going?” eijun asked, finally removing his hands completely from his eyes. you’d sat up on the edge of the bed, back turned. you pushed to your feet before saying a word, and when eijun reached for you, you’d already stepped out of reach.

“getting some water.” the lightness was still there, but suddenly, it felt forced. eijun pushed it to the side. it was probably nothing. he probably just imagined it. it was nothing. “you thirsty?” you spoke over your shoulder, but didn’t look at him. it didn’t mean anything, you were just getting water. you didn’t have to look at him to ask that. he wished you had though, remembering the beautiful shimmer in your eyes the night before.

“yea.” as if drawn in by the very same insistent pulling he’d felt the night before, eijun’s eyes flitted down over your frame, clad in his t-shirt. he watched the way the fabric flitted over your skin as you moved. gaze dropping further, roaming the naked skin at the top of your thighs, peeking from right under the hem, to the soft skin down the rest of your thighs. calves. thighs. your thighs were beautiful and if eijun hadn’t been thirsty before, he definitely was now, mouth getting dryer and dryer. mouth feeling nothing short of like the sahara desert. his gaze stuck to your legs until you disappeared into the kitchen, where he heard you rummage through a cupboard and the tab running.

he couldn’t stop thinking about those thighs. picturing them. how pretty they’d looked as you walked through the room. how even prettier they’d been, caging in his hips the night before. something that once again had him painstakingly aware of the strain between his legs; teeth clenched to suppress a groan as his cock throbbed, rubbing against the fabric of his boxers. shit.

despite knowing that you’d already heard him earlier, there was an urge inside of eijun to fix this problem before you found out just how hard he was. how you had made him that hard. looking around aimlessly for a solution that he didn’t find, you stepped back into view.

eijun wasn’t ashamed of the effect you had on him. quite the contrary, actually. but he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable by it. and just because you’d wanted him the night before, didn’t mean you felt the same now. so for your sake, he pretended like it was nothing as his eyes flickered back to you. you didn’t look at him. that was the first thing he noticed. your gaze was fixed at a point right above his head, as if trying to seem like you were actually looking at him. the next thing he noticed was your smile, and that was what had his insides twisting. there, quirked on your lips, but only on your lips. the familiar glimmer in your eyes was missing. the slight cringle of your skin. it was all missing, turning your smile stiff and distant. a twisting feeling settled in his stomach as you handed him the glass of water, eyes flicking to his hand before quickly finding your own glass incredibly interesting. he might’ve misread it. he wasn’t always the quickest to catch the physical cues. he knew that. but he’s looked at you so many times. seen that smile so many times. and this didn’t feel like that smile he knew.

“what’s wrong?” eijun spoke quickly, almost stumbling over the words as he set his glass down on the bedside table, untouched. he searched your face for some indication that this was all in his head. that everything was fine and normal, but— did you regret what had transpired between the two of you the night before? did you hate him for turning you down? it hadn’t seemed like that last night, but how could he know for sure?

“what do you mean?” you still don’t look at him, but he saw the crease in your brows as they knit together tight. the air around him feels heavy. clammy and cold like a spitting mirror image of the way eijun felt inside as he took in the change in your demeanor.

“i mean what’s wrong. you’re not looking at me.” even eijun himself could hear the plea coating his words. it felt small and a little desperate, but it didn’t matter. because he wanted you to look at him again. he wanted you to smile that wondrous smile of yours that always set his stomach ablaze. even before he realized exactly what those feelings were. he wanted you to look at him. no matter what. and then you did.

“yes, i am!” your gaze met his, head on. you did exactly what he’d pleaded for you to do, but it felt off. forced. like you really had to push yourself to meet his stare.

“now you are. you avoided it before,” he pressed. “do you want to talk about it? we can talk about it. we should talk about it. we’re best friends, we talk about everything, right?” you sigh, averting your gaze again. eijun didn’t think. he didn’t. he just moved. he snatched your wrist and held it in his hand. your skin was warm under his fingers. soft. his hold was gentle, and you didn’t draw back even though you could. eijun considered that a good sign. “sit,” he urged, tugging lightly, and you went, gingerly sitting down next to him on the bed.

“eijun, it’s nothing.” there was his name on your tongue again. your tongue. eijun shook his head lightly. this was not the time to be thinking those kinds of thoughts. now were the time to find that smile you’d tugged away somewhere out of his reach. 

“i don’t like it when you won’t look at me,” he said, teeth clenching as the words found home in the air around you, hanging there like a veil between the two of you. “talk to me.” his fingertips traced the delicate skin over your pulsepoint, feeling the way your heartbeat made it thump rapidly. your gaze had fastened at his fingers against your skin. with your other hand, you finally took a swig of your water, even if it was more of a guise to draw out time before you were bound to answer. then you sighed once more.

“last night—“ you stopped and gnawed on your lower lip. “i’m sorry, i never should’ve— i didn’t—”

“do you regret it?” eijun pulled back as if he’d been stung. he had known it was going to hurt if you rejected him. if you regretted being with him in a drunken mess up. which was why he’d stopped it, despite desperately desiring the feeling of you. but he hadn’t expected it to hurt as much as it did, that you’d regret even kissing him. but you were friends. he should have seen this coming. he should have known this would be the outcome. he should have walked home. he should have—

“no.” one simple word. one word. that’s what it took.

“what?” breathless. eijun felt his eyes widen at that one word you’d uttered. he felt the tightness in his stomach and chest let up. he knew he shouldn’t feel this relieved already, but he couldn’t help it. you didn’t regret it. you didn’t regret him. he shifted in his seat, turning further towards you, watching you intently.

“i don’t regret it, and i’m sorry if that makes me terrible but i—”

“what is it then?” eijun interrupted, hardly even hearing your words. he needed to know what was going on, and he’d be damned if he let it go before he did. “wait, why would that make you terrible? are you embarrassed? because—“

“i’m only embarrassed because i threw myself at you and you obviously regret what happened—“

“me?” your eyes met again. finally. this time vulnerable. hurt. eijun confused and questioning.

“yes, you.” what did you mean he regretted it. what was there to regret? other than not having realized the true nature of his feelings earlier? kissing your neck without your consent? maybe that, but only because he didn’t want to pressure you. but it had lead to you kissing him. he couldn’t regret that. he couldn’t regret kissing you.

“what would i— why would i regret it?”

“don’t play dumb, eij. you’re the one who wouldn’t even look at me first.” your voice sounded so small at you spoke, and it felt like that alone cracked something inside of him. you shook your head and looked away again. he couldn’t explain it, but he knew that he wanted to erase that cracking feeling entirely from his body. he wanted to never have felt it in the first place. he wanted… he wanted… what did he want? he wanted everything. except for this feeling. the voice of yours that made him feel these things. it hurt and he may not understand what you were talking about, but he didn’t want you to hurt the way he did right now. when had he not looked at you? he’d been looking at you all morning. nothing but you. always you. and he needed you to look at him too. just him. always him.

“hey,” he called. with a tentative hand, he cupped your cheek and turned your head towards him. his eyes fastened on yours. eijun didn’t know what else to do, but be honest; so that’s what he did. “i have no idea what you’re talking about. i’ve been looking at you the entire time. even when you walked away, i was looking at you. just you.”

“but when–”

“just you,” his voice cut you off before you actually got to clarify. because to him, it really didn’t matter. it really, truly, didn’t matter what he’d done to make you think he couldn’t look at you. because what mattered was that he would always look at you. and he knew that he was way beyond the line of a talk between best friends at this point, but he couldn’t help it. honesty. that’s the best he could offer you. and that’s what he always would offer. so he pressed on. “with everything i said yesterday, how could you think i would regret it? regret you? i have always been looking at you. i will always be looking at you. i would never regret you.” your eyes had widened ever so slightly at his words. whether he noticed was a different case. you looked at him. you finally dared to look at him the way you did before. open. honest.

“say it again.” your soft voice changed. this time, it didn’t hurt to hear you speak. it didn’t hurt to look into your beautiful eyes. it didn’t hurt and the knot in his stomach eased further. he would say it as many times at you’d like him to. as often as you’d like him to.

“i’ll never regret you,” eijun repeated.

“not that,” you said, breathless. a little lighter. “what you said yesterday. say it again.” eijun knew what you meant then. the words he’d finally found himself the night before. the words he’d finally understood and been brave enough to speak. he knew. releasing your wrist, eijun cupped your other cheek, and held your face between his hands. he knew the words you wanted. and he would give them to you. he would make sure you knew. so with an intensity in his eye that were mostly ever reserved for when he really meant business on the mount, he gave you everything. every little piece of him.

“i said that i’d still love you today.” eijun never really thought about what it would be like to say those words. i love you. but if he had, he probably would have expected it to be hard to push the words over his lips. but it wasn’t. it wasn’t hard. at least not when it was you he was sitting here with. instead it felt natural. light. easy.

“so,” you began, finally beginning to look and feel like his best friend again. like the person he loved. the person he was in love with. you felt like you. completely and entirely. just you. “you actually do want me?” you were hesitant. words slow. but still you.

“i love you,” eijun confirmed. “yes, i still want you. i meant every word. i still mean it. nothing has changed.” you seemed to relax at that. shoulders releasing the tension they’d held for so long.

“i think i want you too–” you began, biting your lip. then you corrected yourself. “no, i do.”

“i still want you–” eijun repeated in a whisper as he plucked the glass from your hand and put it on your nightstand. without ever taking his eyes from you, he leaned forward. eager as ever, it took his everything not to close the gap right then. “i love you, and i want you,” he said, lips just shy of being pressed to yours.

“then have me.” you said, catching eijun off guard, his eyes widening the at the very moment you closed the distance and pressed your lips to his. soft. hard. sweet. passionate. lingering. hesitant and as honest as could be. the kiss was everything, and as your hands settled on the skin of eijuns bare chest, he once again became very aware of his earlier situation, which hadn’t died down entirely just yet. as simple and innocent as it was, the mere feeling of your hands against his skin was enough to have his softening cock stirring. jumping. throbbing. pining for attention.

*:･ﾟ✧ all interactions are greatly appreciated. thank you for reading ♡

[hannahhbic]

if y’all like childhood trauma and angst come get your Kuramochi family food 🫡

(there’s a happyish ending don’t worry)

[kingofanemptyworld]

in the mood for angst. might fuck around and reread sawamura’s yips arc in daiya

[felldimitri]

hi, welcome to my little corner of the internet. i'm mitya. she/her. +21 years old adult writer & amateur photographer. intersex transfemneu demigirl & sapphic + demiromantic. i've decided to start over on tumblr and hopefully i'll post my writing here. i'm very shy and anxious. i have different mental illnesses and use writing to vent. nsft warning all throughout my blog, so minors block me or you will be blocked too.

dimitri icon made by allenzwalker writing blog - dollboydimitri ao3 account - vashnui bluesky - vashnui

about:

i love writing about my fire emblem ships as well as my fe3h oc philip. i'm not a good artist, but occasionally you may see art posted here. i love angst, whump, tragedy and generally topics underneath the dead dove umbrella. some of my aesthetics are meatcore, zombiecore and angelcore, specifically catholic aesthetics. please block me if images of meat or catholicism trigger you. (i am an agnostic cra survivor.)

some of my favourite ships are dimimari, dimilix, m!dimileth, glennvain and diminand. you may see oc ships here too. i mainly ship my oc philip with felix, but sometimes you may see him written with other characters too. i am a yumejoshi, and i yume dimitri, glenn, sylvain and marianne. i don't mind sharing as long as you don't treat what i do as a threat. fiction =/= reality.

outside of fire emblem, i love photography, gardening, flowers and forensic science, as well as meatcore and limited space aesthetics. some of my other fandoms are hypnosis mic, bravely default, trigun (98 & stampede), octopath traveler and daiya no ace.

byi:

i write whenever i feel like it, and i write for myself. reblogs are appreciated, but please don't criticise or bash what i write. i am non-native and have multiple mental illnesses, so i tend to project heavily onto my characters. i write most of my favourite characters as trans and/or intersex.

sometimes i may delete posts randomly out of anxiety. most of my works are named after songs. i do not condone my works being used for AI stuff. block me if you use AI to "write" (you're lazy and boring).

dni:

i hate dnis, but i have boundaries before you decide to follow me. i do not condone harassment, abuse or doxing over fiction. regardless, keep me out of "proship" discourse. minors/under 18, do not interact. you will be blocked.

i have been diagnosed with multiple mental illnesses, including did, autism and hpd. do not interact if you are involved heavily in discourse. i literally have no energy to deal with arguing online. do not interact if you don't "share" f/os, or take sharing seriously. i yume for comfort reasons and i'm not here for contests.

antisemites, pro-russia, pro-trump dni.

tagging:

﹙🦁﹚mitya speaks - my posts, generally i share thoughts and whatnot. ﹙📖﹚shadow library - for my writing, ocs and prompts. ﹙📌﹚update - for account updates. ﹙📸﹚snapshot - my photography. ﹙🎨﹚mitya's work - my drawings, very rarely used. ﹙💭﹚yume mumbling - yumejoshi or oc x cc thoughts. ﹙💖﹚reblog - for all of my reblogs. ﹙❓﹚asks - asks that i (never) receive. ﹙💡﹚miscellany - for other topics that may not fit.

[anonymouslyangsty]

How about I mash up your old obsession with your new obsession?

Your choice:

Jockey!Mondo and PersonalStylist!Taka

or

PersonalStylist!Mondo and Jockey!Taka

Oh heck yesss.

Of the two options, Jockey Taka and Personal Stylist Mondo speak to me the most. Ace’s outfit is kinda reminiscent of Taka’s already (white pants, boots), plus the jockeying outfit has that formal uniform vibe that fits Taka really well. I can’t really see Taka as being a good stylist, though I think Jockey!Mondo could be cool.

Beyond that, I just think Jockey!Taka would be really sweet, cause you know he’d LOVE those animals. His horses (I’m assuming jockeys have like a rotation of horses they use) all have very human names, and he constantly talks about them like they’re his teammates rather than, you know, animals. He has personally designed care routines and diets for each horse. He personally tends to them after every race. He talks to them like people. People joke that Taka’s a teenage father because he treats those horses like his kids. I’d personally like to think that his favorite horse has marking on its face that look like big old eyebrows.

Lore wise, I think jockeying is an expensive talent, so I suppose this is an au where the scandal never happened and Kiyotaka was raised as a rich kid. Since he didn’t have that experience of injustice in his life, he never got so obsessed with morals and politics, and instead drifted to a more athletic talent. Which I think makes sense since Taka seems so jockish at times. Though I think Jockey!Taka would be JUST as socially awkward, but instead of spending all his time studying he spends all his time talking to horses.

(Also, Taka as a well meaning but perhaps a tad oblivious rich kid is very funny to me. Yes he knows exactly how much the specialized mane shampoo he gets custom made costs, and he is very thankful to the work that goes into producing it. No he doesn’t know how much a banana costs, like $10?)

And Personal Stylist Mondo! Honestly I can totally see it. Like even in canon he clearly cares so much about his appearance (that eyeliner? That HAIR? Bro spends 2 hours in the bathroom getting ready in the morning at LEAST). Mondo has more style in his thumb than Taka has in his entire body, so I’ve got to give him the stylist talent.

I REALLY like the potential changes such a talent could have for Mondo. So much of his angst in canon comes from the expectations of the gang and the ideal of what being a ‘real man’ means. Any talent that takes him away from that environment is bound to be interesting. I could see him being just a tad sensitive about people saying he has a ‘feminine’ talent, but otherwise I think he’d suffer way less from toxic masculinity in this au. I really like the idea of him being able to explore his creative side; I imagine he’d do all sorts of styles, but maybe he’d have a specific interest in more rebellious type styles because they’re ‘badass’.

As for backstory, I always prefer to keep it similar to the original. So maybe Daiya and Mondo get into the race per usual, but Mondo’s the one who gets injured. Mondo ends up in the hospital, not dead clearly, but injured enough where he won’t be riding again anytime soon, if ever again. The realization of his injury, the fact that he can’t be the ‘strong badass’ he defines masculinity by at this moment, and the fact that both he and his brother nearly died due to his own ego, is…a lot. Those months in the hospital are more than a little rough.

I feel like he could start getting interested in fashion during this time, specifically the sort of rebel/gang/whatever type of fashion he’s been surrounded by his entire life. It’s just a way for him to still feel involved with the gang while distracting himself at first, but he eventually gets really into it. Daiya is, of course, supportive as hell. It’s the happiest he’s seen his brother since the accident, maybe the happiest he’s seen him even before that.

I can imagine Mondo getting really into it, designing new outfits for members of the Crazy Diamonds, helping them style their hair, giving them tips, ect. And through that he finds his own ‘thing’ he can be good at, something Daiya can’t do as well as him, and he finally feels like he’s no longer just ‘Daiya’s little brother’. So he sticks with it.

The interactions between Mondo and Junko in this au could be fun as hell, for real.

(Also, bonus. If I had to pick for Ace and Levi, I’d go with Moral Compass Levi and Gang Leader Ace. Levi’s is obvious; he’s trying to be a ‘good person’, and for this talentswap he’s taken that goal very seriously.)

(For Ace…sorry to bully him, but I find the idea of him somehow accidentally becoming the leader of a gang is very funny. I’m a little torn between the idea of him being utterly TERRIFIED of his entire gang, or feeling more confident because he has a bunch of buff dudes who listen to him. Either way, he’s probably still terrified of getting into an accident and dying, but the fear of disappointing his gang (and losing the protection they provide. And potentially gaining their anger) forces him to stick around.)

[omikki]

Commissions are open!!!

I've written for Bridgerton, Marauders, Stranger Things, Star Wars, Total Drama Cobra Kai, My Hero Academia,Percy Jackson and Zoey 101

I am open to writing for Haikyuu, Daiya no Ace, Kuroko no Basket, pretty much any fandom if you give me enough context❤️❤️❤️

I am pretty open with writing anything<3 nothing involving piss or scat, dead dove is a grey area, depending on what specifically you'd want in that genre, and ofc smut, angst,fluff and everything in-between is okay! Just message me your request with the trope, ship/characters, fandom and we'll work from there! $5/$10 a fic depending on it's contents and how long it is

Thank you so much for reading, and have a lovely day!!!!❤️❤️❤️

[kazuyummy]

🎀 ani's new follower matchup & drabble event !

hi friends, i'm ani, a new blog here and looking for new moots! so what better way to do so than host a follower event? i'll be doing matchups for three of my fave fandoms, so read the rules below. i'm aiming to do about 10 for now depending on interest.

all you have to do is send me a few words per below and i'll match you up with someone from your chosen fandom and write a small paragraph on why i made that choice. people who follow me get an added bonus of a mini-fic as well! talk to you all soon. 💞

event status: closed (15/16 done, 1/16 in progress) - as of september 20, 2023

request: here

rules

fandoms: haikyuu, daiya no ace, attack on titan - please choose only ONE for now (i'll do this in the future again hehe) followers: anyone can request a matchup in part 1 but only those who follow me can request part 2 (so you gotta be off anon for that lmao) dms: feel free to dm me as needed w additional detail or answers to any of these questions if you are not comfortable putting them in your ask !

part i. matchups

1. one word you would use to describe yourself 2. one word your close friends / family would use to describe you 3. one word you'd like to be described by 4. one word a stranger would likely describe you with

part ii. drabble - followers only

🍎 apple - song - give me a song and i'll base the drabble of of it 🍉 melon - text - i'll make a screenshot of a text b/n you and your matchup 🍊 orange - imagine - i'll write a mini bullet fic, you can specify scenario if you choose, otherwise it's author's choice! 🍑 peach - nsfw - i'll write you a snippet of a small steamy scene!

part iii. additional detail

gender/sexuality: let me know if you have any preference otherwise i may match you up with (almost) anyone up in the fandom characters: let me know if there are any chars you absolutely do NOT want to be matched up with in the fandom genre: if you want angst, romance, smut, etc. please specify and i'll do my best to accommodate misc: anything i missed, just feel free to ask! pls try not to be TOO specific so i can have some creative freedom but if ya really wanna see something, i'm probs down

example request

fandom: haikyuu matchup: curious, open-minded, unique, outgoing drabble / detail: 🍊 orange - imagine, can i get my character comforting me after a hard day?

completed matchups (orange in progress)

haikyuu // 1 ✩ 2 ✩ 3 ✩ 4 ✩ 5 ✩ 6 ✩ 7 ✩ 8

daiya no ace // 1 ✩ 2 ✩ 3 ✩ 4 ✩ 5 ✩ 6

attack on titan // 1 ✩ 2

... and that's all there is to it! even if you don't feel like participating, feel free to drop by and say hi, reblog to spread the word, or ask for a follow. love you all already! 💝

[carochinha]

19 Questions for Fic Writers!

I got tagged by @storybookprincess, thank you so so so much!!!

1. How many fics do you have on AO3?

Roughly... 16. That's not bad. Quite a respectable number!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

328,674

Damn. That a lotta word. Wild to think a third of those words are from a single fic huh

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Bit of a lot of things. Hunter x Hunter and Daiya no Ace are my big ones, but I've also written for Kingdom Hearts, Haikyuu, Black Clover, Project Sekai and....... Homestuck.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

"A Very Hisoka Wedding" stands head and shoulders above anything else at 1,143 kudos, which is legit insane. This fic isn't close to being my best. It isn't close to being my most innovative. It isn't even the longest! And yet it has more Hits, Kudos and Bookmarks than anything else I've ever written. Wild. Following that, we have "(Country Roads, Take Me)Home for the Holidays" at 365, my actual magnum opus so far, "Kiss Me Once, Kiss Me Twice" at 321, a short Black Clover ficlet that somehow keeps getting love, "Weekend at Leorio's" at 295 and "Pink Love" at 256.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I used not to respond to comments, but in the past couple of years I've been trying to respond to every comment I get. I like getting responses to my comments when I post on other fics, so I also want people to get that happiness. Besides, it's only polite!

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

...what is angst, signed, a permanently happy ending girlie.

Anyway it's probably "Quadratum Has Pocky", a KH drabble I wrote for Pocky Day which did not leave me with a lot of space for happy endings.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Literally all of them LMAO

But I guess "Red Eyes, Take Warning", my HxHBB fic this year gets special mention by giving Kurapika, the fandom's tragic boy, a happily-ever-after.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Sometimes. Home for the Holidays got a couple of comments once we got to the spicy part about how I should have tagged which character topped. That was wild. I'm talking like, HUGE paragraphs.

But not usually, no.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I did once! It was the vanillaest M/M ever written, but I sure did write it!

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I do really like inter-sports-anime crossovers. I once wrote a Haikyuu x Daiya no Ace ficlet that was quite fun!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not since I was 15 doing it myself translating my terrible Digimon fics into English lmao.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Favourite is a complicated word. All-time, however, isn't.

I've been an Akuroku girlie since 2005 and by GOD I will persist.

(the ship I most wish would become canon, however, is also from KH, but it's Soriku, which I've never even written about.....yet)

14. What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

My Hunter x Hunter Praxis AU.

Huge AU, spanning five years, each of which focusing on a different set of characters, with highly specific references to a highly specific university culture from my country that like two people reading would understand. It's also technically a Reincarnation AU.

Yeah I'm never getting that written.

15. What are your writing strengths?

Apparently, characterization and making my character actions and plots seem believable in the context of canon. Which is good, because I really do strive for character voice matching the original, so I'm happy with this assessment by my readers LMAO

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

DESCRIBING ACTION.

If I ever have to write an action scene, I just don't. There is no combat in my fics, not because I dislike it, but because I can't write it lol.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Have done it. Will continue doing it when I find it appropriate. Helps when the POV character also isn't supposed to understand the language, because then you're just on the same page :D

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Digimon Adventure my beloved <3

(the fics themselves are also beloved, because although they're bad, I can see where I came from and how that shaped me into the writer I am today. My bad fics are a part of me and my journey just as much as my 100k word epics are.)

19. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Pausing + looking off into the distance.

You do realize this is an impossible question?

All the fics for me are... connections, within myself and with the people around me. Writing each one was a battle of finding the right words within me, the joy of sharing little snippets with friends, asking for help and bouncing off ideas. Listening to music and building the plot in my head as I walk, thinking about it as I fall asleep. Pouring my longing, my affection, my grief, and my hopes into these words, trying to connect with whoever will read them.

So I guess I'll say it's "All The Things He Said". It's the first fic I wrote for Daiya no Ace, a fandom I knew no one in. And I needed a beta. Trying to find that beta actually led me to finding one of my best friends, so I'm very thankful to this fic.

Anyway, tagging people! I'll tag @wingsonghalo because she had to read my bad Digimon fic and @tomioneer because of all I said in the last question!

[i-luv-yuu]

Hey everyone, I’m back with a new form of content, it’s a newly published podcast I did with my brother on how to live life after a death of a loved one commemorating our mother’s suicide on Mother’s Day. I would greatly appreciate a listen or a share! If the podcast gets 30 new listeners, I’ll release an update on the highly requested NFSW Kuroo x reader smut, Elevator Escapades as well as another update on my Daiya no ace angst, What You Left Behind both within this month!!! So if you want an update for those fics, PLEASE give it a listen and share it with your friends and family! It’s available aible on multiple platforms such as Apple podcast and Spotify and many more!!

[sweetheavenfics]

So glad for a chance to knock on your ask box door 👀👀 5, 7, 23 for the love your fandom ask game!

Hello!! You sent me my first ask ever, thank you!! And so very sorry for the delay in replying *sweat drop* Ok, about number 5, things I see in fics and I love, I'd say first kisses that come after an intense conversation/argument. To be honest, I love first kisses in all their forms, but I'm weak to those that happen after the characters have voiced feelings that they had been bottling up for a long time (which is something that fits ships like rinharu a lot!)

Number 7, tropes I love, I'm a sucker for angst with happy endings, so give me unrequited love (unrequited for real at the beginning, or requited but with the characters not knowing it's requited) and add some jealousy to the mix and I'm veeeeery happy!!

For number 23, fandoms I'm curious because of mutuals, I'd say Blue Lock , Daiya no Ace, and Nu: Carnival! I see so much enthusiasm about them from mutuals that I can't help but be interested! There are others, but I can't really name them all LOL

Thanks so much for asking!!! <3 <3 <3

[heaven-s-black-box]

Jealousy pt.2- Miyuki x gn!Reader

Return to File

Recovery date: February 22nd, 2022

Description: I really loved your hcs for Miyuki and Chris! Could I request an angsty thing (hc or scenario, whichever you’re comfortable with) about Miyuki getting jealous for whatever reason and distancing himself from his s/o? Maybe a bit of fluff at the end so it doesn’t hurt too much 🥲🥲🥲

Notes: Recovered in conjunction with research @curlyzensei, we thank them for their contribution.

Part: 1 2

Word count: 2 155

Back to directory

“Did you reach him?” Y/N asked, dropping down next to Mei.

They found it strange that Mei was frowning at their phone.

He handed it back and shrugged.

“I got voicemail, he’s probably still practicing,” he smiled.

“Hmph, you’d think he’d try and pick up. I get he’s got a lot on his plate, but he seemed kind of down over the break,” they huffed, rummaging through their bag.

“It’s Miyuki, he only thinks about baseball,” Mei snickered.

“Ya, which reminds me, what are your plans for tomorrow?”

“Hey!” Mei whined. “You’re so mean,” he draped himself across Y/N, “this is why Kazuya’s avoiding you.”

Y/N stopped fiddling with their bag.

“What?”

“What?”

“Why do you think he’s ignoring me,” Y/N frowned. “I think he’d know if I was ignoring me.”

“I mean, when was the last time you two talked?” Y/N stared at him. “That wasn’t over the break?”

The two stayed in silence for a moment before Y/N checked their phone.

“Mei get off me, it’s late.”

“No.”

“Meeii,” they warned, drawing out his name.

“Nooo, come stay with me! Let’s have a sleepover,” he laughed, not wanting to end their talk on a sour note.

“You’re such a child,” Y/N smirked, pushing him off their lap and laughing as he hit the floor.

Slinging their bag over their shoulder, Y/N carefully stepped over Mei and headed towards the school gates.

“Bye Mei!” They called, waving over their shoulder.

“Bye Y/N, tell your aunt I say hi!”

“Will do!”

---

Mei huffed in exhaustion as he grabbed another ball to pitch into the net.

It was Sunday, and practice had let out for the day, and like Y/N had said, his plans were baseball. Someone would have to drag him out of here by his shirt if they needed him.

His wind up was cut off by his ringtone.

“Huh?” He accepted the call and raised the phone to his ear. “Hey Kazuya, Y/N’s not with me right now so-���

“I…”

“Mhm?” Mei dragged the ball basket over to the net and began picking them up.

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“Are you dying?” Mei frowned, pausing for a second.

Miyuki rarely wanted to talk to him, especially one on one. Mei always had to start conversations with him, and even then Miyuki always seemed annoyed.

“Uh, I might be,” he chuckled nervously. “That depends, how mad is Y/N?”

“Suuuper mad,” Mei said, annoyance heavy in his voice. “They never want to speak with you ever again and they hope you drop dead!”

“Wait seriously?!” Miyuki yelled.

“No you idiot!” Mei yelled back. “Upset? Yes. Hurt? Definitely. But I don’t think they could ever be mad at you. Now answer a question for me.”

“I will not tell you anything about our team, give it up.”

“Wa- Hey! Is baseball really the only thing you think I think about?!”

“I mean…”

“Don’t hesitate!” Miyuki chuckled on the other end of the phone, and Mei sighed. “Why’d you hang up on them yesterday?”

Miyuki stopped chuckling, and said nothing for a moment.

“They told you, huh?”

“Nope! I was the one calling.”

“Oh… why?”

“I figured you’d pick up for them more than me, turns out I was wrong. Now answer the question.”

“I just- I needed time to think.”

“You should ask Y/N, they’d be willing to help.”

“I need to think about Y/N.”

“Oh.” The line was silent for a moment before Mei spoke again. “So you’ve figured it out?”

“That I’ve been a shitty friend?”

“Huh? No, that you like them. I mean, since when have you ever cared if people like you? I mean, you called me first. You must be reaaaalllyyy desperate to do that.”

“You’re being over dramatic.”

“Am I really?”

Silence again.

“Bye Mei.”

Click.

---

“Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.” Mei called as he ran into their class.

“Whaaaatttt?” They sighed as they closed their phone and folded their hands under their chin.

“Are you going to watch the tokyo invitational game?”

The tokyo invitational game against Wynd youth academy had just been finalized, and Mei had just been informed of his invitation to participate.

“Sure.”

“You’re not even gonna ask what it is?” He gasped.

“Mei at this point Inashiro games have kind of started to blur together,” they chuckled. “What’s got you so worked up about this one?”

“Because it’s not an Inashiro game! They’re asking a bunch of players from other teams to come out and we’re playing against a school from America,” he rushed out, almost tripping over his words.

“Mei.”

“Yes?”

“Back off.” They pushed on his forehead and he stumbled back in an over exaggerated manner.

“You’re so mean, you and Kazuya really are perfect for eachother,” he huffed, taking his seat beside them and pouting.

“It’s kind of hard to have a relationship with someone who’s ignoring you,” Y/N chuckled dryly.

“Ya well, you fell in love with Kazuya, pay the price.” They were both silent for a moment as Mei began to get his stuff out. “You should tell him.”

“Why? So he can continue ignoring me and I can think it’s because I like him? Because I prefer this over whatever that would feel like.”

“Okay,” he dropped his books onto his desk rather harshly. “I wasn’t going to say anything because I thought watching you two pine but this is getting sad and you’re making me depressed. He likes you, he’s just… Kazuya. And you like him, you’re just…”

“I’m just?” They goaded, raising an eyebrow. “Wait, why are you so certain he likes me?”

“Because he told me.”

---

Y/N sat outside the field’s fence, watching the temporary team warm up. The atmosphere was a little stiff, but they knew things would loosen up once they started playing together. New teams were always a bit stiff.

“Y/N-senpai?”

Y/N turned to find Itsuki standing nervously behind their bench.

“Hello Itsuki-kun, what are you doing here? Actually, silly question, you’re here to watch the game aren’t you?”

“Um, no-no,” he waved his hands in front of his face. “Actually, Mei-san actually asked me to come find you once everyone got here.”

“You know you don’t have to run errands for him, he’s a big boy. Despite how he acts,” they muttered.

“I don’t mind, besides he just asked me to remind you to meet him at the school gate after practice. Also I needed the study break,” he laughed.

“Hm, alright then,” they sighed. “Well, would you like to sit with me for a bit?”

“No, it’s alright. Have a good day Senpai!”

After Itsuki left, Y/N turned back to the field.

Warmups had finished and they were starting to make up teams. Mei turned around and waved at Y/N, earning a glare from the coach. But his over exaggerated display caught Miyuki’s attention, who followed Mei’s gaze and spotted them.

Y/N smiled and waved back, and Miyuki awkwardly returned a subtle wave.

---

“Late,” Y/N grumbled, flipping their phone open and closed as they watched the time tick by.

Y/N had left the field once the coach dismissed everyone to clean up and change, and had been waiting at the front gate since then.

Most of the people had already left, but aside from Mei, Miyuki hadn’t come out this way either and he would have to pass by soon if he wanted to catch the train back to Seidou.

“Look how sad they’re looking,” Mei hummed, leaning against the wall behind Miyuki. “You should go cheer them up, here-” he reached into his bag and handed Miyuki a can. “And while you're at it confess please, this isn’t funny anymore.”

Before Miyuki could start thinking again, Mei had shoved the drink into his hands and walked off.

“Thank me later!”

Miyuki didn’t move. 

The sun was setting, he was going to miss the train at this rate.

The only way out was through the front gate, and past Y/N.

Taking a deep breath, he rounded the corner and called out, “What are you still doing here?”

“Mei stood me up,” Y/N shrugged. “What took you so long?”

“Uh, personal crisis,” he chuckled awkwardly. “Uh, here.” He handed them the drink. “You still like this, right?”

Y/N stared at it for a moment before shaking their head.

“No.”

Of course Mei wasn’t going to make this easy on him.

“Mei gave it to you, didn’t he?” They asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. When he nodded, they laughed. “Come on, I’ll walk you to the station.”

“Wha-huh? But don’t you have a curfew?”

“Ya, but if we leave now I can probably make it back just in time, so hurry up. And can I have that?” They pointed at the drink.

“But I thought you didn’t like it.”

“It’s rude to turn down a gift.”

The two headed off down the path as Mei peeked around the corner and cheered silently. Now Miyuki just had to use his words.

“So, are you looking forward to catching for Mei?”

“Nah, I’m not allowed to. They don’t want people who’ll be going against each other in the next tournament to play together. Honestly, I’m relieved. I deal with enough idiot pitchers at Seidou, I don’t need to find a new one.”

Y/N laughed, “Sounds like fun.” They took a sip from the can before offering it to Miyuki. “I should come by sometime.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying!” He exclaimed, taking the can and cringing at the taste. “Too sweet.”

“You know that’s why I used to drink it, right? Because you wouldn’t steal it.”

“Hey! I don’t steal your things.”

“Really? Because I think I’m still missing a cap or two, and a book, and I’m sure if I went through my stuff I would find more.”

“Fine, what else do you do for my sake?” He huffed, handing back the drink.

The train station was coming into view.

“Hm, I don’t visit you or call as often as I’d like.”

“Huh?”

“Well… I see how busy Mei gets with practice and school and since you take forever to reply and stuff I just… assumed you wanted to focus on that. I keep telling you to reach out, I guess I just wasn’t clear enough about it.”

“I…” Miyuki took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I should have tried to stay in touch better.”

“I mean, I guess I could forgive you.”

“Rea-” Relief washed over Miyuki.

“If you give me a good reason.” Miyuki frowned. “What? I’m not gonna forgive you at the drop of the hat. I’m here, trying to keep this friendship intact and you finally geting that through your stupid head doesn’t change it. So I’ll forgive you if you give me a good reason too. Otherwise you just have to make it up to me.”

“Make it up to you how?” He asked wearily.

“Take the high ground here, Kazuya.”

“No- no, I think I want to avoid that.”

“Kazuyyyaaa,” they warned.

“Hey, look, I apologized. I’m opening up, doesn’t that count as making it up to you?” He asked frantically, jumping back slightly.

Y/N frowned.

“Kazuya. Telling me something I already know isn’t opening up. How about I tell you something you don’t know about me and you can tell me why you’ve been so… weird.”

“Like there’s something I don’t know about you.”

“Kazuya, up until the break you didn’t know I was on the student council. Or that I hadn’t seen all your games.”

“... fine. Throw your best secret at me.”

“Hmph,” Y/N smirked. “On the count of three?”

Miyuki’s brows furrowed, “What are you, five?”

“One.”

“Fine.”

“Two.” Y/N and Miyuki both stopped walking. “Three.”

“I love you,” Y/N sung out as Miyuki rushed through it.

Miyuki froze, eyes squinted closed and holding his breath. It took him a second to catch up to everything, and when he finally did he relaxed.

Y/N was standing in front of him, hands behind their back and looking over their shoulder.

“Really?” They asked, laughing. “Bit of a shitty way to show it, huh?”

“What?”

“Ignoring me. Bit of a shitty way to show you love me.”

“I-”

“Unless, of course, you were jealous.”

“Jealous! Wha- of who?!”

“Mei. Who, by the way, I have to remember to thank. He totally set this up,” they grumbled.

“Why on earth would I-”

“Train.”

“What?” Miyuki whipped around to see the train pulling into the station. “Shit! This,” he called as he ran the last bit up the platform, “isn’t over!”

“We can finish this tomorrow.”

“I’ll just call.”

Y/N waved as Miyuki rushed onto the train, before checking the time.

“Ah man, I am so not getting back in time.”

[kiro-sveta]

My KuraMiyu Exchange 2023 gift for @/teahex, featuring hurt/comfort, sickfic, fantasy AU (with Blacksmith Miyuki and Glassblower Kuramochi), minor angst, fluff, two art pieces, roughly 830 words, and happy endings (because I'm physically incapable of not letting them be happy).

And the first time in close to twenty years that I shared any of my writing with anyone, let alone publish it haha. I'm very nervous about it, and about drawing hurt/comfort, but I also enjoyed working on this and am proud of what I was able to do in the end (while fighting an illness too!), and I sincerely hope you like it, tea and anyone/everyone else who might see this. I'll also share the art and story below (with part 2 under a cut) in case anyone would prefer this tumblr post to AO3.

And the exchange's collection can be found here! Please check it out if you like kuramiyu, everyone did an amazing job!!

-

glass and steel

-

Part 1: fragmented

“Hurry up and get better, Miyuki. Things aren’t the same without you.”

-

Part 2: whole

he’s missed this

-

(some time after the first image)

Youichi walked past the path leading towards Miyuki’s home. He knew in his heart where he’d find the blacksmith, and it wouldn’t be in those quiet rooms. Enough time had passed while he’d been away on business, and his friend had already been restless well before he’d left. He’d be in the forge now, Youichi was sure of it. He just hoped the stubborn bastard had kept his promise and waited until he’d fully recovered beforehand.

His suspicions were confirmed as he neared the forge, the air getting warmer and filling with the sounds of life and movement; the scrape of metal on stone or metal, gravel crunching underfoot, air being forced out of a bellows. Before entering the forge properly, Youichi took a brief moment to close his eyes and take in a fortifying breath, readying himself for whatever state Miyuki might be in. And instantly felt a weight lift when he finally saw him.

There was a flush on Miyuki’s face and sweat on his brow, but there was no sign of fatigue or weakness. His movements were smooth, his breathing even, his face and body full of life. He hadn’t yet noticed Youichi standing near the entrance, and Youichi took another moment to observe him, marveling and relieved to see him up and about and comfortable in his skin again. Not struggling with aching bones and muscle. Things hadn’t been the same for a good while, and Youichi felt as if he himself could breathe easier now.

Miyuki turned from the bellows and noticed him, and his smile grew, his face becoming more alive. “Hey, I know I’m a sight for sore eyes, but say something, Mochi, don’t just stand there. How long have you been there?”

Youichi shrugged. “Not long. It’s good to see you up and about.”

Miyuki’s grin became wry. “It’s good to be up and about.” He wiped the sweat from his brow and neck. “I swear, if I had to wait much longer…” His thought trailed away though, and a small frown marred his brow as another thought came to him. “Wait, you said you’d be home sooner. What happened?”

He seemed to study Youichi in a new light, looking for any injuries or signs of trouble, concern clear. He knew that Youichi always kept his word if he could help it, and Youichi hadn’t meant to be away long. Hadn’t meant to be away during the last of Miyuki’s recovery. But some things couldn’t be predicted and Youichi waved away his concerns, saying that there were more delays than he’d expected, both on and off the roads. It’d been out of his hands. And it hadn’t helped that he’d had to track down his last customer and give him a piece of his mind when he’d canceled his commission before leaving.

As he finished talking about his trip Youichi took the finished commission out of his pocket and looked at it ruefully. It was a small delicate glass bird, wings in flight, and despite the miniscule imperfection in one wing and what his former customer had said, he was proud of it.

Then Miyuki was stepping closer to get a clearer look, gently reaching out for it. Youichi let him take it, and watched as he carefully studied it. “I hope you gave him hell. It’s beautiful, Mochi.” The blacksmith flashed Youichi a grin, and walked over to one of the forge’s windows to carefully set the bird on the sill, safely away from any tools.

Youichi closed his hand and lowered it to his side as he watched Miyuki and the bird. His chest felt tight. Then Miyuki was back, gripping his shoulder strongly, strong enough that one wouldn’t think he’d ever been injured if they hadn’t known better. He was grinning again.

“Come on, I could use your help with some stuff.”

He started walking over to the work he’d abandoned, already expecting him to follow, and Youichi felt both the need to protest and the need to follow him. “You do know that people usually ask for help instead of just expecting it to happen, right? I could be busy.”

Miyuki grinned at him over his shoulder, said, “But you aren’t.” He picked up a tool and beckoned Youichi with it. “Get over here already. It’s been too long since we worked together, and you’ll like this project. I guarantee it.”

And Youichi can’t say no. He already has his tools with him, never took off his work belt or unpacked his bag (and even if he hadn’t had his tools with him, he’d make do, he has before). And he’s missed this, the fire and metal and glass, creating and reshaping things, Miyuki at his side, whole and alight with life. And Miyuki’s right; he’s not busy, he has the time, and it has been too long.

He’s compelled to follow, and does so without any regrets.

[mangoisms]

… regarding daiya no ace

━ key for acronyms

vs = violet sky

frmb = forever is a maybe

dgfh = dogfish/like the part of the song where it falls

wwt = wolves without teeth

━ masterposts for posted fics*

violet sky, takigawa chris yuu x oc [complete]

like the part of the song where it falls, miyuki kazuya x fem!reader [complete]

wolves without teeth, miyuki kazuya x fem!reader [complete]

forever is a maybe, miyuki kazuya x fem!reader [complete]

*these masterposts contain summaries, tag links, links to ao3/wattpad, links to playlists, etc — basically, everything relevant to it

━ posted fics

superposition, miyuki kazuya x reader [oneshot; complete]

childhood friends to lovers, fairly angst

word count: 27k

also available on ao3 and quotev

be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking, miyuki kazuya x reader [oneshot; complete]

strangers to lovers, afterlife au

word count: 8k

also available on ao3

━ writing tags (documenting the process)

writing frmb [posted; see masterposts above]

writing dgfh [posted]

writing wwt [posted]

━ story tags (posts, quotes, content relevant to fics)

vs

frmb

dgfh

wwt

━ pairing tags

for vs: chris x amara

for frmb: kazuya x reader / eijun & reader

for dgfh: kazuya x tee

━ character tags

for vs: chris / amara

[adiha]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

Thanks so much for the tag @mycupofrum (and sorry for the late response).

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

16

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

124,885

3. What fandoms do you write for?

HP mostly. I've also written ASOIAF, Haikyuu!!, Daiya no Ace, Marvel, Nirvana in Fire fics

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

blackbody (radiation) [hp, gen, s/r]

Uncertainty [hp, j/s]

as a chess metaphor [hp, j/s]

don't cry [hp, j/s]

Captain, we have a problem [dna, m/s]

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes, I respond to every single comment.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I always write a happy ending. The only exception is the microfic freedom.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

They are almost all happy ending. The one with the least angst must be the miyusawa fic Captain, we have a problem

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Oh yes. I never understand why people hate-comment. I find them funny but I delete them.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes, but usually they are not pwp. The most smuttiest thing I wrote was angsty as fuck and not sexy. But there is a pwp in my wips that I might publish sometime.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Yes. I wrote a ASOIAF/Marvel crossover (Stark & Stark) and plan to write dna/haikyuu.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I would love to but I am so asocial that I don't think I'll ever..

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

J/S but I'm also into so many other ships in other fandoms.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

I have a Sirius-centric fic called Sirius Black The Class Traitor that I don't think I'll ever finish.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I am good at the logic behind the plot.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

So many to count. But the one that bothers me the most is my inability to wrap up plots.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I tend to not do this. Instead, I translate the dialogue. But I am fine with it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

HP.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

I like them all. Can't pick one.

[sugawraaa]

Chapters : 1/1

Words : 8706

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: ダイヤのA | Daiya no A | Ace of Diamond

Relationship: Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun

Characters: Miyuki Kazuya, Sawamura Eijun

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Journalism Student!Sawamura, University Baseball Player!Miyuki, Injury, Strangers to Lovers, is it ooc if its in a different au, Fluff and Angst, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Sharing Clothes

Summary : He longed for the baseball diamond that once sprawled out before his eyes, green grass and sand separating him from the batter box, winding up, leg rising high.