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request: open !
(i have the sweetest moot ever on tumbler and they sent me such a fun request i’m so happy! hopefully you like it kay, i’ll always rewrite. also would this be considered a drabble?)
request: Nemo!! I read "Rice Porridge" and I just AHhHh 💖🥺!! Very wholesome, I live for soft Miyuki.
Perhaps👉👈......May I request some fluffy Tetsuya content? Maybe just having a lazy day with him? I don't mind if it's hcs or a drabble, choose which ever peaks your interest! Thank you sm 💖
TETSUYA X READER
the middle of the week was always the best for the couple, both agreeing that wednesday was the best day. closer to friday, you’ve already made it halfway there, and also because the couple’s schedule was always free on wednesday. y/n worked for a magazine company, “Sixteen and Fierce” a magazine for teens. the building was closed sunday’s and wednesday’s and this was no problem for y/n.
tetsuya was off wednesday claiming it as his “relax, rest, refresh” day as he schedule his off day to be the same as yours. picking wednesday rather then sunday because sunday’s always felt too short.
“tetsuya, what do you want for lunch?” a voice asked from inside the kitchen as he laid spread out on the couch, watching a afternoon baseball game on random channel. he turned his head towards the kitchen to find his love standing on her tiptoes for some food box.
he quietly arose from his spot and made his way behind her, grabbing the box for them. his arms wrapped around their waist gently and he laid his head upon their shoulder. causing them to get fluster and stutter nonsense. “be lazy with me.” tetsuya kindly cut them off and picked them up, throwing his love over his shoulder and moving them to the back where their bedroom was located.
“aren’t you hungry? don’t be sill- eek!”
tetsuya laid half his weight on top of them so they wouldn’t escape, nuzzling his head into their neck. “nah, just want you.” he could feel the heat rushing onto their face against their neck. he knew what he was saying would make anyone flustered, but he wanted his lover to become flustered over him the most. “be lazy with me, won’t you do that sweetheart?”
he felt the body under him relax and he couldn’t help but let a winner’s smile show on his lips. tetsuya felt a hand start to stoke the back of his neck and run through his short hair. taking a peek up at his angel he was greeted with them already looking at him.
“only if you keep being lazy with me sweetheart.” their smile was wide and they were clearly flustered, but it all made tetsuya smile and fall deeper in love with them.
rolling them over to lay on top of him as he held them by the waist, his free hand and cupped their face. a overdue kiss placed on their face only pulling away due to needing air. “always will.” tetsuya answered.
If Kuramochi had any ability to understand the being that was Miyuki Kazuya, he wouldn’t be surprised by what he finds upon walking into their apartment after a tiring day at work. He’s first assaulted by a glaringly loud christmas song on their speakers, some tune he knows, but the singer is almost shrieking with their attempt to hit some high note, and it’s terrible. Terrible. Kuramochi scrunches his forehead, turns into the kitchen to shut off the speaker they keep in there, and stops dead in his tracks. Their kitchen is a mess. A complete fucking mess. The stove is on. There’s some white substance boiling over in a pot on one of the burners, which Kuramochi immediately pulls onto an unheated eye, and shuts off the stove. There’s brown powder all over the counters and familiar handprints throughout the mess.
“What the fuck, Kazuya?” Kuramochi barks, not loud enough to be heard over the Christmas music, walking through the kitchen doorway to the living room, yanking Miyuki’s phone from the speaker as he goes, and down the hall into their living room. “Are you an id-” but he stops short when he sees Miyuki’s mess of brown hair amidst a pile of garbage.
Literally, Miyuki is laying in a pile of garbage.
Occasionally, and unfortunately, Kuramochi has moments of pure insanity where those stupid little things that make up Miyuki Kazuya, (his dumb hair, his always slightly crooked hat, his almost evil smile, the stunts he pulls that Kuramochi let’s him get away with) get to him and make him feel like a teenage girl with a stupid crush.
And this is one of those times.
There Miyuki is, laying in the middle of the living room, covered in bows and wrapping paper remnants, as he sleeps with his head pillowed in his arms. His glasses are skewed, almost falling sideways off the bridge of his nose, and he’s drooling onto his sweatshirt.
What a wreck.
Kuramochi feels his stomach twist slightly, flipping minutely, he chops it down to not having eaten dinner yet, and walks towards Miyuki, trying to step around the wrapping paper bits that litter their previously spotless floor. As Kuramochi walks around the large chair in the living room, he sees the mass of presents that are now underneath their christmas tree, could it even be called a tree? An abomination seemed more fitting, it was about 4 feet tall and had baseballs all over it. Baseballs.
“I saw it on ESPN’s website,” Miyuki had cackled, hanging up the last baseball ornament, the last of sixty of them that he had ordered from some sketchy website. He was probably going to get his credit card number stolen. “You’re supposed to pick a theme for your tree,Youichi,” He’d said with his back to Kuramochi as he crouched low looking for the best spot for the ornament, sounding all pompous about his knowledge of decorating a fucking tree, “ And some guy on their website did basketball, so I picked baseball. Now help me look for the perfect spot.”
Kuramochi had almost told him to shove it up his ass as the perfect spot but before the words could connect to his mouth Miyuki had turned around, pivoting himself in his crouch to grab Kuramochi’s hand, Miyuki’s hand warm and always familiar, and pull him closer. He stood up, pressed his lips against the crease between Kuramochi’s eyebrows and pushed the ornament into his palm.
“Pick a spot.” He’d said, pulling back from him and grinning, always fucking grinning, “But don’t pick a shitty spot.”
“It’s one goddamn ornament you asshole.” Kuramochi had grumbled, leaving his one hand wrapped around Miyuki’s and reaching forward to stick the ornament somewhere without really even looking.
“There.”
“It’s perfect.” Miyuki said, the light from the tree reflecting off his glasses.
“Well at least you didn’t fuck it up, Kazuya.” Kuramochi said, not wanting to bolster his ego anymore than he needed to.
Kuramochi watched as the grin curled itself on to Miyuki’s face, so he braced himself for the stupidity that was about to pour out of his boyfriend’s mouth, “Now buy me presents so we can fill up the tree.”
Of all the things Kuramochi did in life, he was sure falling in love with Miyuki Kazuya was the dumbest decision he’d ever made. He ruins everything, makes jokes at the most inopportune moments, does everything according to his own rules, and infuriates Kuramochi like no one has any business to.
But he also made it all infinitely better.
Like this stupid baseball tree.
It was probably the dumbest Christmas tree Kuramochi had ever seen but….it was perfect.
Kuramochi sighs, mentally smacking himself out of all this sappy shit, and steps over the scissors and a roll of wrapping paper with glitter all over it to squat down next to Miyuki’s sleeping form.
Kuramochi rubs his hand up the line of Miyuki’s waist to his chest, slides his hand up the soft skin of his neck, up along the side of his jaw, brushes the mess of hair out of his face, and rips the chunk of packing tape that’s on his forehead off quickly.
“Fuck, OW!” Miyuki yelps, his hand coming up to smack against his forehead as Kuramochi looms over him a laugh building in his chest.
Miyuki glares up at him, his fingers rubbing at the spot on his forehead where the tape used to be and Kuramochi can’t help but laugh, loudly, because as Miyuki sits up, there’s wrapping paper pieces in his hair and glitter all over his shirt and pants.
“God, shut up,” Miyuki says, his voice thick with sleep, his cheek red from sleeping on it. Miyuki rubs his sweatshirt sleeve across his face, probably having felt the drool, and looks up at Kuramochi, glitter now swiped across his mouth, his eyes still heavy from sleep.
”When did you get ho-what time is? Why am I?” Miyuki questions, running a hand through his mop of hair, his eyebrows coming together in confusion, a small frown on his lips.
Kuramochi’s laughter dies in his throat, but his smiles still pulling at his lips at the sight of Miyuki. Kuramochi likes when Miyuki’s sleepy. Likes when his thoughts are jumbled and his normal facade of arrogance is gone, he’s vulnerable, and sweet, and fuck it, he’s cute like this.
Kuramochi’s so screwed. He’s so fuckign screwed. He has been since his third year in highschool when Miyuki kissed him against the wall of the batting cages.
Kuramochi leans down and presses his lips to Miyuki’s. He hears the little noise in the back of Miyuki’s throat, surprise, he thinks, as Miyuki finally responds to him and kisses him back. He feels Miyuki’s hands come up to grasp the side of his face, while the other slides into the back of his hair. He feels Miyuki’s tongue slide across his lips and Kuramochi pulls back slightly, only pressing his forehead to Miyuki’s as he stares at him, both his cheeks red now, his eyes still heavy, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips that are a bit swollen.
“How about you clean up this fucking mess,” Kuramochi says, sliding his hand up Miyuki’s back, “and then I’ll try to salvage the hot chocolate you were attempting to burn down the house with.”
Miyuki pulls back, eyes going wide as his hands grip tighter in Kuramochi’s hair, “Goddamnit!” He hisses, bending his neck to lay his head on Kuramochi’s shoulder. “That was supposed to be a present for you.” He says, his voice muffled by Kuramochi’s shirt.
“Well you can make me some more,” Kuramochi says, pushing Miyuki away from him and standing up, “but first you’re cleaning up this fucking living room you slob.”
A full fledged grin slides across Miyuki’s mouth and Kuramochi’s stomach flips and settles somewhere near his heart. Yeah he definitely needed to eat, his stomach was doing weird things.
to: thanh (richardharington)
from: abe (@tetsuyayuki)
message: ahhh hello there !!! merry christmas and happy holidays ! i gave (what i think is a poor) attempt at chrismiyu, which i want to apologize for in case i… butchered it. i’m sorry it’s nothing special and my writing is *angry fart noises), but i did love writing it for you so i sincerely hope you enjoy it because you deserve some happy chrismiyu to end the year ! anyway, happy holidays once again and i hope your new year is as wonderful as you !!! <:
His words always met him with purpose—when Chris spoke, there was an undeniable air of life, of power, of a conviction that tended to wane at his side, one he failed to muster on his own tongue. They were a home he generally found himself lingering in off the field, clinging to each syllable with an outstretched hand, soaking in every sound as they reverberated within him, echoing within his inner walls with a force strong enough to shift mountains. With each sentence, he grew, he learned, sustaining his restless mind with one sip from Chris’ knowledge, a wisdom that blossomed with the changing seasons, each word falling from his lips like a flower petal he’d damn near try to catch, yet somehow always missed.
Miyuki Kazuya knew he always missed.
So it was in the beginning silence of the night he found himself once again delving in the verses of his counterpart, verbalized notions of feelings, emotions, he’d only hope to one day grasp. Because it was something he unwillingly liked to admit—his leadership skills paled in comparison to Chris’, and it’d take a fool’s luck for him to ever come close. His emotions were housed inside a thick wall of ruin, garish opinions playing as mirrors to reflect anything that attempted to escape. Miyuki’s words were fashioned for victory, embellished with compliments and curt statements one might confuse with sincerity. His generosity was taken as foolhardy advice, his understanding as arrogance, his dominance as manipulation—it was as cold as he appeared heartless.
As captain, catcher, and the illustrious fourth hole batter, as the team’s pillar, the pitchers’ shoulder, as the very heart of Seidou, Miyuki was everything, yet surfaced as nothing. He was mind, body, and soul, yet was unable to portray himself as anything more than a troublesome kid with a tongue too sharp and an attitude too reckless to be taken seriously. He lined his pockets with verses to win, lips drenched in faith to keep teammates’ emotions at bay, to raise morale if need be—but as the heart who beats so loud, so passionate, he often found himself silenced by Chris, an impervious opponent, one whose blood ran redder than his in the face of baseball. Unlike him, Miyuki failed to captivate an audience, whether with words or his chaotic plays, because even though the crowd was watching him, he couldn’t help but feel as if they were waiting for the main event, he couldn’t help but feel as if—
“There you go again,” he heard, “Thinking too hard.”
He turned his head, finding Chris immersed in the shadows, only to emerge with a water bottle in hand and a white towel tapered over broad shoulders. From the looks of him, Miyuki could only assume he had finished with another physical therapy session, on his way back to the dorms when he unfortunately found him instead.
“What gives you that idea?” he questioned, tone creased with a fake jeering he only used when he knew the other was right—and yet Miyuki still sat there, insisting.
“You have the same face you did after the Inashiro match,” Chris began, taking a sip from the bottle as he joined the younger male on the steps, “The one that asks ‘What more can I do?’”
He’s silent, gaze averted to the night sky, illuminated by clusters of bright stars, shining only as bright as their neighbor would allow. Chris’ words melt into the passing wind, brushing over Miyuki’s hair like a melody he’s heard too many times before. The sound is deafening, his perception unreal, as he can feel the light in his eyes dim next to Chris’ glow. Miyuki feels vulnerable, naked, at his side, as Chris’ experience with peering through his underlying walls excelled past his own ability to build them. So he’s quiet, the glare on his glasses a pale fog, hands clasped together on bent knees, his barrier in shambles.
“I don’t know what you’re talking ab—”
“Miyuki,” his tone is abrupt, precise, severing the blatant denial in the other’s words as quick as it arose, “You’re too hard on yourself. Here…—come with me.”
With his hand suddenly linked with Chris’, he found himself being pulled forward, body heavy as he trudged along behind, the rough beat of his footsteps eventually falling in sync with his. From the hovering lights ahead, their two shadows danced along the pavement, distinct frames casting looming outlines on their surroundings—one silhouette following the other, trailing behind, yet not out of reach. The night air held a crisp glow, a chilling breeze tailing their every step, the heat of his breath evaporating from parted lips as he was dragged by the boy before him. Had he known what Chris was up to, Miyuki would have tagged along more keenly than he had, rather than finding frustration in his current state—staring into the abyss without knowing what was looking back.
His feet came to a halt, the two now on a patch of grass Miyuki remembered occupying with Kuramochi the night they teased Sawamura and Furuya after one of their early matches. Chris had turned his attention to the sky, his head slowly turning to connect with the other male’s gaze, but all he discovered was a view lost in a sea of stars. Miyuki could feel his fingers instinctively tighten around Chris’, intent eyes curiously following his friend’s arm, as he observed him point towards the sky, an index finger humbly directing him to the brightest star, the most prominent constellation.
“Think of yourself as a galaxy,” Chris spoke quietly, a subtle grin budding from his thin lips, “And each of your teammates as a star. They all shine so bright that sometimes you forget where they are.”
“I don’t understand,” he grinned warily, confused, head turning to face him, “Why am I not a star when I’m just like everyone else? How am I different?”
“Because your skill is vast, touching all,” he replied, openly, “Your talent is so large that sometimes you forget just how much you shine when you’re next to others. As a captain, it’s your job to unite those as one cohesive unit. That’s why you’re a galaxy…—that’s why you’re in charge of a group of kids who just want to shine as bright as you do.”
There is a warm smile that glides over the surface of his lips, sparkling beneath the perched moonlight, his head shaking in disbelief. “Where’d you get something so ridiculous?” Miyuki almost whispered, to himself, his heart bursting, overjoyed, his body rushing to contain this foreign… sensation he was not trained in handling. Was this… praise? Admiration? Had he received Chris’ approval, had he been placed on an equal footing, had he—
“My father’s book,” Chris admitted willingly, a shrug rolling off his shoulders as smoothly as a laugh entered the air, “I’m not the philosophical type.” He squeezed their hands, his warmth fading into Miyuki’s, his deep gaze now fixated on the one before him, the doubtful, the weary—Miyuki could feel his intensity cleanse the demons from his very soul. He didn’t care at that point, didn’t care how the others saw him, didn’t care how much he found himself unfit for the job, because right here, right now, his uncertainty had subsided long enough for him to discover a flame the two shared between them. Chris had once again led him into the light, into the truth, by his words alone, guiding him through inner obstacles he knowingly placed upon himself. He had brought him to his senses, easing his mind, and all Miyuki could do was smile—smile as big and as sincere and as uncharacteristic as his face would allow.
Because he was whole with Chris, he was complete.
“Well,” Miyuki began, playing along as he offered him a small nudge with his shoulder, “If I’m a galaxy, then I’m glad you’re the universe.”
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hi there! alright, so i recently read your misawa fic on ao3, and before i was going into depth with things, i was wondering if you were alright with me sending you a few messages? your submit isn't open and i don't want to bombard your inbox, so i just thought i'd ask first. ;-;
oh my! yes, of course! that's what my ask is here for! send me all the messages you want! :)
Ahhh I got tagged by fukutomichi like a month ago and I still hadn't finished writing it, and then shiropuppy tagged me for the same thing! So I figured I should probably just go and finish it now ahaha. Thanks you guys for tagging me! //smooch
(It ended up being really long ahaha oops sorry I'm just a really excitable person ok ;__;)
15 things that make me happy!
Music is probably the most important thing in my life, I can't even start to explain how much I love music omg
Hanging out with friends makes me really happy! I barely ever go out, but when I do I'm happy for two days afterwards so YEAH
Chatting with online friends!!!! I basically spend all my free time on twitter talking to everybody and I just love everyone there so much ;;;v;;;
Anime/manga, it just brings me so much joy wtf like before I got into anime I felt like :\\\ most of the time but now I feel like !!!!!!!!!!
Concerts I love going to concerts it's the only thing that makes me forget about everything and makes me wish I could be there forever I love concerts so much ......
Going on a vacation/traveling! I love experiencing the nature and culture of different countries and not having to worry about home and traveling is very exciting YEAH
Animals especially aquatic animals make me so happy and excited i swear just take me to a zoo/aquarium and I'll be happy for a week I love animals so much SO MUCH
My brothers! I have four brothers and I love them all so much and we all get along really well so yaho
Buying stuff for myself like clothes, video games, anything !! makes me really excited
Taking care of myself with face mask, hair mask, and looking online for skin/hair products and feeling nice bc I'm taking care of myself !!
Nice weather!! like spring weather not summer and going for a bike ride and seeing the world being alive and happy about the weather yeha
Getting up early even if I have nothing to do all day just so i can have a long day of lazing around !!
FOOD !!! i love food even if i'm really picky but yea you can always wake me up for some good food and also tea
Yowamushi Pedal gets its own category bc i love Yowamushi Pedal it gives me so much life and energy I love this manga so much ok I LOVE YWPD
Linguistics and languages aaaahhh languages are so cool and amazing and I got my bachelors degree in linguistics and I still like it SO !!!
OKAY TAGGING SOME PEOPLE feel free to do it or not!
