Whose hug (fictional character) would fix you?
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daichi and bokuto are the type of dudes to verbally tell you, you never have to lift a finger when hes around. Bokuto is probably extremely vocal about it, more than daichi, but they never want you to feel like you have to do everything yourself.
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okay but @punk-spic3y with the small pp body positivity just sent me into a spiral because this just made me think about how you thought maybe your f/o wasnt attracted to you or maybe you were making them uncomfortable so you have a tough conversation where you both unload your insecurities, lots of crying and laughing and it ends with you two falling more for each other and being each other’s safe space and comfort. At that point on, you guys don’t hide anything from each other!
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so in theory if i wrote a crack fic about daichi going bald would people actually read that🧐
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Loving Working Overtime
snyopsis: daichi works too hard at his new job as a police officer, but doesn’t work hard enough when it comes to loving you.
details: angst, argument, break-up, hurt no comfort, miscommunication, stressed out daichi, neglected reader, timeskip!daichi, oneshot, GN!reader (?),
The clock reads 1:03am.
No biggie, of course not. It could never be a problem.
But it is once the thought reoccurs to you that this is the third week in a row Daichi has come home late.
You’re laying in bed, catering to a warm cup of tea. It’s been sitting in your lap, resting upon your abdomen. As if to replace Daichi’s warmth.
You missed Him. The Him before the stress and tiredness. The one who’d kiss you before leaving, hold you in bed, remember how your coffee is made. The one who’d smile at you like you were the world.
His world is now work.
Your train of thought comes to a halt when you hear the front door jangle, a frustrated sigh. A slam of a bag and heavy footsteps.
“I’m home.” Daichi’s voice is gruff and tired.
You slowly poke your head out of the bedroom door and gently smile. “Welcome home,” Daichi plops down at the table to eat the cold leftovers you made for him, “How was work?” You carefully say, as if rehearsed.
“fine.” He grumbled.
You awkwardly shuffle towards him and take a seat across from him.
You clear your throat to make your presence known before speaking, “You wanna talk..? You’ve been coming home really late and I just..yknow wanted to check up on you?” You hear Daichi stop chewing and you look up.
His fork rests at the edge of the plate and he gently frowns.
“I’m fine. I can assure you.”
You press your lips together and look away. “I-I mean…you’ve been..,” you clear your throat, “distant.”
The silence thickens like fog. You gulp. He pinches the bridge of his nose.
“I’m distant? Look-“ He grunts before getting up suddenly, “Just nevermind. I’m going to bed.” He says coldly, he dismisses the conversation like it wasn’t worth his time. Like you weren’t worth his time.
Your fists clench in annoyance before standing up, “Daichi i’m serious! What is up with you lately? Let’s talk it out come on-“
“Talk it out?!” Daichi shouts and you step back. You’re heart is racing in fear- maybe anger? Daichi slams his fist against the table, “I’d like to see you talk me out of the amount of pressure I have been under these past weeks! But what have you been doing?! Sitting around being useless!” He screams.
Your heart plummets to the ground and Daichi’s eyes soften.
“You mean that? You just- you just see me as some useless person?!”
He grunts, “You know that’s not what I meant.” Daichi says, his voice lower but not his attitude.
“So then what did you mean?!” You start and step forward, getting in his space. “What did you mean Daichi! Because in my book, I do everything! I don’t complain when you get home at godly hours, I do your chores and the food you just ate- was made by me! I’d like to see you balance all of that without me!” You yell just as loudly.
Daichi narrows his eyes and his jaw flexes from anger. He knows your right. He knows he can’t breathe without your presence. He can’t sleep without you next to him in bed. So why was he like this? Why did he mouth refuse to say what he wants? Instead he speaks without gentleness, with grit and madness. The bubbling anger of everything finally spilling over.
“I’m done.” He mumbled.
“What?” you say in disbelief, silence, he doesn’t elaborate. “What?!” You repeat once more.
His eyes finally look up to meet yours, eyes drained of afffection and full with exhaustion. “I can’t keep doing this with you, Y/N. This ‘relationship’ is only going to go downhill if we continue-“
You snap. “How do you know that?! It seems like you’re running away-“
“Y/N-“
“You said you’d try!” You yell, but it’s squeaky and forced. Tears finally escaping your tired eyes. “You said you’d try..even when you were away because of work-“ You sob and Daichi’s eyes soften.
He doesn’t want to let go of you. How could he? After everything—after all these years. It’s going to end like this?
It’s irrational and he knows it. But he knows another thing too.
You deserve someone who can be present.
Who can memorize your coffee like he did, who can hold you with all the care in the world—just like he did. Like nothing mattered in the world except you.
Daichi is aware he can’t give you that.
He’s so aware it churns his stomach and makes his bones burn with frustration.
It could’ve been you.
It should’ve been you.
So why now?
He holds you tightly and lets you sob into his police uniform. Afraid to let you slip away. The first time in a while he’s wrapped his arms around you. But instead of feeling at peace, you feel the arms of a stranger.
“E-Everytime..everytime I see you..I feel more and more alone.” You whisper and Daichi’s soul shatters.
He realizes he failed you.
He grabs you by the shoulders and you look up at him with a tear stained cheek and shakily lips. Your gaze drifts away, ashamed to be seen vulnerable.
“Look at me,” Daichi says gently, “Please.”
You frown before making eye contact with him. “Please- please don’t tell me we’re ending like this-“
“I’m sorry-“
“No!”
“Listen Y/N!”
“No- No I won’t let you go- not like this!”
“Y/N!” He shouts, snapping you out from your spiral. “I can’t-“ He sighs before regaining his composure.
The world is spinning and your heart is pumping.
“I cant have a relationship right now.” He whispers, slowly, calculating. As if he was speaking to a porcelain glass that would shatter if he spoke to harshly.
You’re world breaks. Crumbles down into flames.
There’s no yelling. No more shouting. No more comebacks. Just the slow nod. You’re both tired of each other.
“okay.” you whisper and you focus on the ground. “You’ve changed a lot, Daichi.” You spat before walking back to pack your bags.
Daichi is left stunned and unable to function. He walks towards the sofa, and it dawns on him that you two are done.
The Daichi and Y/N that seemed to last forever.
The Daichi and Y/N that had their wedding planned.
You two knew. You two wanted it so bad. He could vision a family—a future. Miniature versions of you and him running around whilst you and him sat on a white porch with two cups of coffee.
But in this life, he’s laying alone on a couch while you’re in the next room packing a suitcase.
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The next morning, you took the next train to your hometown and left. No goodbye or letter.
And all that was left was the ghost of you.
Daichi got up, the room was gray without your colorful blankets and stuffed animals. He walks towards the bathroom, and the toothpaste that was meant to be shared by two is now only used by one.
He walks into the kitchen, only to find an empty room and not you humming along to some 80’s music as you prance around the kitchen island.
They say time heals everything, but not this time.
This time, time killed something.
divider creds; @cursed-carmine @uzmacchiato
lmk if you wanna be tagged in future works !! ^^
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thanks!! // end of year WIP meme
this was the start of a daichi-centric star wars au! I’d love to come back to it one day. will I? who’s to say
He’d had the dream again.
The aftertaste stuck with him like Ryloth wine, thick and sour in the back of his throat. He sat in bed for a long, heaving moment, bedding sweat soaked beneath him, a headache blooming at his jaw and temples. Already the details were slipping away—he couldn’t recall the name he’d shouted, or the face that went with it. But the terror stuck, and the nausea, and the pall of unease that dogged him awake and asleep.
He wouldn’t be getting any more sleep tonight.
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FREAK! ⋆·˚ ༘ * Daichi Sawamura
Haven’t posted here in a while🫣 hey lovelies. Also sorry for the misleading title it’s not so freaky deaky
[[MORE]]“Baby, have you seen the—” The words die on his tongue when he enters the room and sees you.
You’re perched at your vanity, carefully dusting something glittery across your eyelids. Daichi’s gaze drifts helplessly from your perfectly styled hair, to the smooth line of your back, all the way down to the heels strapped around your ankles.
You look unreal.
“The what, Daichi?” You set the brush down and stand, turning toward the full-length mirror in the corner of your room. You tilt your head, examining yourself before meeting his reflection behind you. He’s still frozen. “Sweetie… what? Do I look weird?”
He blinks, like he’s just remembered how to function. Slowly, he crosses the room, hands settling on your hips as if to ground himself.
“Definitely not weird.”
“Then what?” you groan softly, nerves creeping in as you turn, checking the back of your dress. “You’re making me nervous.”
“No, y/n.” His voice drops, warm and honest. “You look amazing.” He pauses as his eyes trail down the back of your dress. “Where are you going?”
“It’s girls’ night, remember?” you say, glancing at him over your shoulder. “I missed the last two because of work.”
As you ramble on about drinks and dancing and how late you might stay out, his hands wander— familiar, slow, appreciative.
“I think you look good,” he murmurs. “A little too good.” His palms slide lower, and he leans in pressing his nose against your neck. “And you smell really good. Do you have to go out?”
“Dai,” you giggle, swatting his arm lightly but not moving away. “Of course I do and why are you being so freaky?”
“I’ve never seen you in this dress,” he admits. “I like it. I really like it.”
“Really like it?” you tease. “Wow. Very descriptive.”
He grins. “Sorry. I meant you look absolutely delectable. Like I’d drop to my knees right now an—”
You slap his hand as it sneaks up your thigh, laughing despite yourself. “I’m still going out, Daichi.”
He sighs dramatically, forehead resting against yours. “Yeah,” he mutters. “I know. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
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ehehe ty :) // oc asks: roots edition
13. Does your OC have any siblings? What was their relationship with their siblings growing up? If they were an only child, did they want siblings?
MINAH — yes! she has a younger sister; rianne is 4-5ish years younger than minah. they weren’t particularly close in the sense that they weren’t quite friends growing up—rianne was too young for them to hang out much or have shared interests; she was always the baby of the family—but minah would move heaven and hell for her sister. all the most horrible things she’s ever done in her life have been for rianne’s sake in one way or another.
KOL — kol has two older quarter-elvish step siblings from her mother’s remarriage to Virdan, her step father. there’s Taerin (he/him, 21 years older) and Mallon (he/him, 16 years older). both of them were out of the house and living their own lives by the time kol’s mother married their father, so they were never in her life except as vague shapes she was compared to as a child when Virdan remembered she existed. there’s no emotional or family connection there.
DAI — dai’s an only child and was always happy about that, but he’s picked up some sister-shaped friends over the years—he’d consider both scratch and izzy as close as siblings. lhoras half counts.
14. Who was your OC’s first love? How do they remember that person now?
MINAH — answered!
KOL — kol has never been in love 👍
DAI — zaref :) he was such a solid, reliable presence from the very beginning and getting to know him has only made dai’s admiration deeper and fuller
[[MORE]]17. How deeply connected is your OC to their past? How do they feel about that connection—does it hinder or help them in any way?
MINAH — minah is unfortunately deeply connected to her past despite her best efforts to deny that it’s a noose around her neck. it hinders her immensely; so much of how she lives her life is about hiding it from the world and trying to mask the way it shackles her even as she insists she’s severed herself from it
KOL — kol is honestly pretty far removed from watcher’s eye. she still holds on to those final few days—sora’s death, her fight with her mom, being sent away—but the empire overwrote everything, especially the good parts (or rather, she overwrote everything with the empire’s propaganda). even the parts she’s held onto as life lessons are a little vague and hazy, more emotion than detail. she considers this a net positive; she doesn’t need all that dragging her down
DAI — dai’s connection to his past is pretty average, maybe leaning towards tenuous? his roots are important to him but he’s grown so far beyond airedon and he doesn’t resent or regret that. it’s a little sad, though, to go home and realize how small it all is.
20. What were the most idyllic years of your OC’s childhood? Does your OC miss those days?
MINAH — everything up until eilir’s coronation was the textbook definition of idyllic—living happily with her family, skipping out on lessons when she felt like it, engaged to her best friend, playing in/near the river on sunny afternoons, looking forward to a future that was entirely hers. she misses it terribly even though she wishes she didn’t
KOL — it simply has to be the days on watcher’s eye with the rest of the historical birds. even dealing with her shitty home life was worth it for the freedom and happiness she enjoyed with her friends. she’s repressed most of those memories; she only misses it when she’s in a really bad state
DAI — after the war and before going off to the garrison. when he was living at home, mostly, and in the early stages of acolyte training, realizing how much he liked helping people and taking care of his dad and everything made sense.
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Hey there, thanks for playing!
Is this the moment to tell you that I saved your answer to my question who you’d pick if Hinata wasn’t availabe? Cause I know about your first meeting with Daichi.
But you’re not here for a retelling of that, so… *cracks knuckles*
Daichi is absolutely blind to flirting, or any moves in that direction. He’s the bane of Sugawara’s existence, because he constantly has to watch people (men and women alike) flirt with his best friend only for Daichi to turn to him, smiling and saying “That was nice, wasn’t it? And you always say chivalry is dead.” or something of the kind.
Even Asahi is starting to get annoyed, because while Asahi can tell 3 out of 5 times if someone is flirting with him (and people are flirting with him) he just gets heart palpitations and drops the convo completely. Not Daichi, though. He often mirrors the tone, leaving multiple people convinced he’s sending mixed signals when, in fact, he hasn’t even received anything yet.
So if you had tried to flirt with Daichi, you would have failed.
Luckily for you, you don’t. Because I hc you suffer from a similar condition, the “blind-to-all-advances”-itis. Sugawara got a stroke the first time he met you, because how can there be two? How does he have to witness his friend flirt (almost properly) for the first time only for you to be convinced Daichi’s the most polite police officer in all of Miyagi?
You’re not that sure how it happened, anyway, that you met. Was your first meeting down by the mailboxes, where it turned out that your best friend had dropped a glitterbomb into Daichi’s mailbox by accident and it decided to go off the moment he handed it over? Or was it the time you accidentally took his laundry upstairs, meeting somewhere on the first floor, him realizing that the boxer briefs in your laundry look very familiar?
At the moment, the two of you are still very hopelessly flirting with each other, convinced the other is just polite. Sugawara is trying his darndest to make you see the truth, but he’s very close to calling in an intervention. If you find Tanaka breaking into your apartment any day now, don’t be surprised. It’s for your best.
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extra kneepads
— daichi’s browser history: “how to smile normal when she’s around” and “is it legal to frame her yawn as modern art.”
sawamura daichi x manager!f!reader
fluff | requested
having a writing crisis because i’m cool like that. will be replying to messages and stuff tomorrow (*ˊᗜˋ*) ‘m tired
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♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
[[MORE]]the first time you bounded into the gym with a crate of volleyballs and a grin brighter than the emergency exit sign, daichi felt his kneecaps loosen like unscrewed bolts.
you were kiyoko’s bubbly deputy, the human exclamation mark after her quiet ellipsis, and somehow your laughter kept ricocheting off his ribs long after practice ended.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
banana-shaped stickers become your signature.
you slap one on the corner of his bottle: “potassium boost for the captain.”
he doesn’t peel it off.
during drills he catches himself angling the bottle so the little fruit faces him, a private lighthouse in the chaos of serves and shouts.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
water breaks feel like stolen scenes in a k-drama. you hand him his bottle first, fingers tapping the cap twice—some silly superstition you made up about “double luck.”
he copies the tap when no one’s looking, a miniature echo across plastic, and feels ridiculous and warm at the same time.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
one afternoon a stray ball rockets toward the stage.
you chase it, trip, and plant a palm against his chest to steady yourself.
“sorry,” you laugh, breath fanning across his collar.
his hands find your waist out of reflex, and for three whole seconds the gym narrows to the place your heartbeat thuds against his jersey.
when you step back he realizes he’s been holding his breath like an idiot.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
match day is cold, you didn’t check your weather app. so, you forgot your jacket, so he shrugs out of his team warm-up top and drops it over your shoulders without ceremony.
“you’ll get sick,” you protest.
“i run hot,” he lies, already feeling the chill bite his arms.
but you burrow into the fabric, sleeves swallowing your hands, and his pride flares hotter than any heater.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
the bus hums home under sunset on your way home. you slump against his shoulder, earbuds shared, playlist skipping from city pop to retro anime themes.
asleep, you sigh every so often, small puffs that scatter the hairs along his neck.
he stares out the window, counting streetlights, telling himself he should move, should give you space—and stays exactly where he is, pinned by something softer than gravity.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
at one late-night practice cleanup.
you climb a shaky stool to hang new banners; he stands below, palms hovering in case you wobble.
“got me, captain?” you tease down at him.
“always,” he answers, too quickly, then pretends to adjust the stool legs to hide the flush climbing his ears.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
friday movie plans slip out casual—
you: “my place, if you’re free?”
he spends an hour choosing between hoodies, feels dumb, brings popcorn instead.
your couch is a pillow fort; you share a blanket that barely covers both, so shoulders overlap like mismatched puzzle pieces.
halfway through the film he notices you’re cold, tucks the blanket higher without thinking, fingers brushing your neck.
you glance up; he freezes, hand mid-air.
you smile, small and soft, and settle back against him.
his heart pounds so loudly he’s sure the neighbors can hear, but he doesn’t move away.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
as the tournament date closes in, the posters go up. you pin a photo of last year’s team, sneak a selfie of you two into the corner: your cheek smashed to his bicep, him looking startled but unmistakably happy.
he finds it during lunch, stands there so long the hallway traffic parts around him.
he slips the picture into his wallet, behind his train pass, where he’ll see it every commute.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
after finals, the gym empties early.
you collect balls, humming off-key.
he hesitates at the entrance, then crosses the court, shoes squeaking louder than his courage feels.
“can we talk?”
you straighten, eyes bright.
words tumble out, clumsy but sincere. “you make everything louder—in a good way, like relief in an awkward silence. would you.. take this as.. a token of my love..?”
he offers his spare kneepad, freshly washed, tiny penguin doodle inked on the hem.
you laugh, watery and warm, tackle-hug him so hard you both sit down on the floor, kneepad squashed between you.
volleyballs roll loose around your tangled legs like lazy fireworks.
“yes, captain,” you muffle into his neck.
his exhale shakes, arms tightening, and for once he lets the grin overtake his face without checking if anyone sees.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
when walking you home, he carries your bag slung over his shoulder, fingers laced through yours like a quiet promise.
streetlights flicker on; your shadows stretch, overlap, merge.
you talk about keychains, grocery lists, maybe learning how to make those banana stickers waterproof.
he listens, thumb brushing your knuckles, still surprised the world let him keep this—your hand, your laugh, the easy weight of your shoulder against his.
at your door you kiss him once, soft and sure.
he tastes faintly of popcorn and nerves; you taste like the future.
“goodnight, daichi.”
“goodnight,” he answers, voice rough, feet rooted until you’re inside and the light flicks on upstairs.
he walks home lighter, wallet photo shifting against his chest, no longer searching for how to steady himself—he’s already holding the reason.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
a: well, i’m at a breaking point rn. he might leave me ong fr, i’m gonna cry. he’s being insensitive, i’m pulling my hair out. #niquerants
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okay j drama yapping!!
i started goodmorning call and good fucking god i dont tjink i can finish it broo
this is an uehara/neg. beware. although i think most of the fandom hates him
[[MORE]]i hate uehara soo much as the love interest because he just. doesntshow ANY care for her at all
shes literally out here making lunch for him everyday and doing everything she can just for him to notice her and its just so. aggravating
im on s1 e9
issei and daichi are the cuties ever
they are literally so much better than the ml like WHATTT
like i genuinely just cant
“i clearly told her i like her” BUT YOU DIDNT SHE OVERHEARD IT SHE GOT THE MESSAGE BUT LIKE. THATS SO FUCKING PATHETIC????
LIKE LETS LOOK AT DAICHI WHO HAS SAID IT TO HER FACE ON MULTIPLE OCCASIONS
and YES her saying no to daichi and him still trying was a little iffy BUT BRO???
everyone else in the show treats her so fucking well and then there’s bum ass uehara claiming he likes her but ???? he has literally no emotional comprehension its insane ??
like its genuinely like what!! every character has been telling you to show your appreciation for her because she makes you homemade meals everyday and got into your messy family relationship and fixed it and is the only one that actually fucking tries in your relationship and you put up this nonchalant act that she has to somehow understand and its just not fucking cute
like if they were at least actual enemies or some shit i could understand but he just. doesnt feel shit
like nao is constantly going after this guy who cant even say thank you for anything she does. AND THE FAKE DATING THING??? IT JUST CAUSED MORE TROUBLE FOR HER IDK IT JUST WASNT CUTE LIKE NOW SHES GETTING BULLIED BECAUSE THIS GUY IS JUST SO INCREDIBLY IGNORANT OF EVERYTHING AND DOESNT REALIZE THE PROBLEMS HE PUTS OTHERS THROUGH??? ALSO WHAT PMO IS HIM CONSTANTLY MENTIONING YURI WHEN HE SUPPOSEDLY IS OVER HER AND LIKES NAO AND ITS LIKE???
let’s also talk about when nao felt insecure about getting chubbier and tried to straight up starve herself!! notice how fat ass uehara just ate everything and issei convinced her to eat and immediately knew how she was feeling and helped her feel better by jogging with her and he was literally just so caring???
notice how daichi and issei care so incredibly for nao and then theres gluttonous uehara over here who just like. cant comprehend anything and it took daichi telling him what to do for him to show care for nao
when naos friend asked her what she saw in uehara and she said some shit along the lines of he brought me cake and something else i can’t remember BUT IT WAS LITERALLY DAICHI THAT TOLD HIM TO BRING HER CAKE AND DAICHI THAT WAS THE REASON HE LIKED HER AND FHKSHFJF
I JUST CANT I ACTUALLY CANT I HATE THE ROMANCE THEIR TRYING TO DO BETWEEN NAO AND UEHARA LIKE EVERYONE ELSE IS JUST SO MUCH BETTER ITS SO FREAKING ONE SIDED ON NAOS PART
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daichi’s early (and ongoing!) inner conflict being about feeling an Obligation to keep going despite living past what should have been the end of his story being the guy who goes on to (re)ascend to godhood as this unending entity™ is just a lot is all I’m saying