#catch a falling star and put it in your pocket never let it fade away....

[precipine]

The rift thrums to life, reality ripped open and bleeding technicolor as it falls into itself. He clutches the journal to his chest, bracing himself in spite of all their hard work and experimentation that told him it was fine, it was safe. Stan never would’ve let him do this on his own otherwise. 

He wanted Stan here, he did, but he couldn’t bear to watch his heart break again (and, yeah: the part of him, however tiny, that was still holding onto reality as he used to know it was worried that he may not make it if they were met with another failure. No matter how many times he seems to be proved wrong, he knows that Stan can’t actually do everything and he won’t actually live forever). 

Even now when it actually did seem to be working for once— it was stable, anyway— the sight would just bring back… bad memories. He still remembers it like it was yesterday. M—she’s floating up, up, and away from him. Stan’s begging and pleading. A sickening cacophony screams in their ears.

He still dreams about it, morphed and twisted up in the memories of That Night. Stan doesn’t talk about his dreams, but Dipper’s old enough to guess. 

Hell, he’s old enough to know. 

Everything stops, though, when he hears voices, when he sees an arm and a leg— they’re so small, was he ever that tiny?— covered in neon bandages come through the rift. There’s a winning smile still bedazzled in braces and hair that still probably smells like strawberries and bubblegum pulled back with a headband. 

His legs give out and he watches as that smile immediately falls from her little face, her sweet brown eyes getting big and wide. 

“You don’t have to be scared,” he hears himself saying. Why is it so cold? There’s a flurry of tan and red and black somewhere in the corner and his eyes start to burn, but he only sees her. “It’s okay, Mabel.” 

He reaches a hand up to brush his bangs back, revealing the familiar birthmark.

“It’s okay. I promise.” // @starsandpigs & @slqhv liked for a starter!

[james-is-here]

Um....this is actually a vent post...

GN reader, Nn: Nickname

(This is also the post I kept ranting about and couldn't find anywhere. Was in the drafts the whole time lol)

When you walk into your apartment, you forget about taking your shoes off and head to your living room, collapsing onto your fluffy area rug.

You run your hands over the carpet, listening solely on the fan in the corner next to your tv. You don't even want to think about where your dog is, you don't even want to think period.

You phone buzzed in your pocket and you take it out, really hoping it's not your parents, hoping that it's one of your friends. Too bad it was wishful thinking, your wishes have never come true, except for when you debuted.

It was your dad, or the man that once was your dad, saying that you were delusional and you are still doing the wrong thing. He's been saying that since you debuted, since you said you wanted to be a singer. He doesn't say it, but you know he sees you as a disappointment. That you're wasting time.

Your arm falls back to your side, your phone buzzes next to you a couple more times and you don't feel like picking it back up.

Suddenly your ceiling covered in stars from your projector are blurry, you're struggling to catch your breath and your heart is in your ears.

You let out a choked sob, bringing your other arm up to throw it over your eyes, you bring your left leg up and don't even realize you've moved your arm off your face, clenching your teeth and choking out sobs as you firmly punch your thigh, your breath getting heavier to the point it feels like your hanging on the edge of each breath, barely breathing enough in and not letting enough out.

You sob out a barely heard mutter of your dog's name, he was a trained German Shepard to help when your anxiety got too high. You've had him since before trying out to be an idol and your parents almost threatened to take him to a shelter before your trainee dorm mate found out you had him and let you bring him over.

You were so close to loosing your dog and you were incredibly thankful to your roommate every day, even when you debuted with him. Your lucky Hyunjin loved dogs.

You try to say his name a bit louder but a sob cuts you off and behind the throbbing in your ears you hear the clicks of his nails on your floor approaching, you can mentally feel him over you before he laid on you, putting weight on your chest after shoving his snout between your leg and hand to put distance so you stop hurting yourself. He was licking your face but it wasn't working which made you panic more. Your breaths were practically gasps, like you were drowning.

Your dog then scampered off of you and you heard him trot away, his claws clicking slowly fading. Why is he leaving?! He never leaves unless your breath settles, where did he go?!

After a muffled bark, a few seconds later you feel him lay next to you and another muffled noise comes in through the blood pumping in your ears. Your dog is licking your arm as you feel another weight on top of you. Your dog then moves to lick your nose and you turn away because it was gross but it also reminded you through your mental fog to try and breath through your nose, something helping you wipe the slobber off your face before you feel it on the side of your face.

Your hand then moves and suddenly you feel another heart beat at the same time a cold cloth was on your forehead and something combed through your hair.

Your chest slowly loosens and with it you finally let out your sobs, crying out loud and letting out everything in your chest. Your hair still being brushed, the weight still on your chest, and you can feel your dog's paws on your arm.

When your energy as depleted and your sobs are gentle huffs, you finally open your eyes but more tears gather in your eyes when you realized just who your dog brought to you.

"Hey, Hey, it's okay. It's okay, Nn." One of the voices says gently and the feeling of a hand rubbing your chest is now identifiable.

"S- Sor- I-I'm-" "Hey, hey, it's okay. Don't apologize, Nn, it's okay." You open your eyes again, blinking away the tears at your lash line, before you meet the eyes of one of your boyfriends. "L-Lix-" "It's okay." He continues to brush a hand through your hair, his face was still sleep ridden, hair a fluffy mess and you let out a whimper. "W-Woke....You...."

He shook his head, smiling down at you gently. "Making sure you're okay is more important. Although I think Hyung fell asleep again." There a grumble before you felt the male laying on you shift slightly when your dog started licking him. "Mm-no, 'm still here..." Felix snickered before combing his other hand through Minho's hair. "Barely." the younger mutters with a gentle smile.

Felix then looked back to you, a gentle light from the hall illuminated his face. "What caused it?" "Dad..." "Okay." They knew about your family, how you were treated, so that all the clarification he needed.

You laid in the living room for a little while longer before Minho grunts as he sits up then stands with a kiss to your forehead. "You're comfy but the floor isn't, let's go to bed." You weakly chuckle before the both of them help you up. You pet your dogs head, giving him a treat from the container on the end table before walking away with the boys. "Sorry about him, Min." "It's okay. He helps you so he's lucky." You laugh, leaning on him as you wrap your arms around him. "I have a cat at home with my sister. If so can, I'll bring her next time." "You do?" He perked up and you chuckle lightly, kissing his cheek at his cuteness with the mention of a cat.

Walking to the bedroom, Felix is already under the blankets and you send your dog over to his corner before getting in bed with him, Minho slides in behind Felix and you both squish him in the middle and he giggles lightly, arms wrapped over Minho's that are around his waist as he buries his face into your neck, your own right arm draping over the both of them as you shift to place a kiss to Felix's shoulder then settle back on the pillow.

Who cares if your parents thinks your making a mistake with being an idol, all that matters is you have your sister and a new family, boys who believe in you and love you.

[sugarbeampop]

Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket. Never let it fade away.

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Personal stimboard for my OC Ira!

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[hcavcnswept]

Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket Never let it fade away 

Independent Fallen star OC loved by Kim

[itsbarbiebiiittchhhhh]

“Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, never let it fade away”

[korrektheiten]

Teslas Stern sinkt

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[precipine]

Tag dump!

[dancingonthmoon]

Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket// never let it fade away// catch a falling star and put it in your pocket//save it for a rainy day…

Goodnight

[salty-geralty]

[blazenhearts]

CATCH A FALLING STAR AND PUT IT IN YOUR POCKET NEVER LET IT FADE AWAY

My starry golden beautiful boy

[spacebeyonce]

catch a falling star and put it in your pocket never let it fade away

[loveandaquestion]

You’re too cute.

🎶 Catch a Falling Star

Perry Como

Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket

Never let it fade away

Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket

Save it for a rainy day

For love may come and tap you on the shoulder

Some starless night

Just in case you feel you wanna' hold her

You'll have a pocketful of starlight

The street I use to get to the greenway. Do you see the falling leaf? Do you remember the song "Catch a falling leaf and put it in your pocket, save it for a rainy day"? I didn't think so...

[rae-ha-writes]

The Hurt - Kim Hongjoong

Featuring: Hongjoong x gn!reader

Themes: angst bitches

Warnings: obviously some not so nice words(this does not represent joong at all we all know he’s a sweetheart)

w/c: 902

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“Hey, we’re gonna head home will you be okay?” My friends ask me as I sit at the bar talking to the bartender.

I turn my head and nod, “Yeah, I’ll be good. They know me in here, they take care of me here.” I smile brightly and usher them out the door, waving as they walk out of sight. I turn back to the drink in my hand, my smile fading now that I’m alone. I swirl the liquid around in the glass before tipping the rest of it into my mouth. I get up and put my coat back on before walking to the door.

“I’ll be back, just going out for a smoke,” I wave to the bartender.

I make my way to the side of the building and stand in the shadows. I reach in my pocket and get my cigarettes out, as I place one between my lips I retrieve my lighter. As I light it I continue playing with my lighter while puffing out smoke. I put my lighter back in my pocket and lean my head back against the wall staring into the faint stars in the sky above me. I breathe in the toxic smoke and hold it in to the point it started to really burn. I close my eyes and exhale a lung full of smoke, only to hear shuffling beside me.

“You really shouldn’t be out here alone,” I look to the side to see Hongjoong facing me. “Let alone smoking.”

I chuckle sinisterly and face the sky again, “Since when did you care what I did in my free time?” Another puff. I turn to see his eyebrows furrowed, confusion evident on his features.

“What is that supposed to mean?” He cocks his head to the side and studies my body language, typical.

“It means exactly what I said, don’t pretend to care,” smoke leaving my mouth as I speak.

He moves so he’s standing right in front of me and narrows his eyes, “What the fuck are you on about?”

I sneer to myself and roll my eyes before replying, “I mean that you chose to care about me when your girl is preoccupied with something else. You think I didn’t catch on?” I chuckle at the look of disbelief on his face. “The alcohol hasn’t fucked up my brain yet Joong.”

“You’re unbelievable.” He scoffs and turns away before facing me again, “I came here to check on you because no one else seems too. And she’s not my girl! I knew this week had been hard on you, so I came here ready to ease that discomfort and pain.” He rants quickly while running a hand through his hair.

“Well you failed, because I still am unhappy and uncomfortable and in pain!” I raise my voice at him slightly.

“You didn’t even give me a chance, you just shut me down and out. It’s tiring for me too, you’re not the only one who doesn’t find joy in this situation!” He starts walking away from me.

I laugh while tears spring from my eyes, “God forbid someone gives you a challenge! You are the problem! You are the root to my pain and agony!” I throw my cigarette on the ground watching him slowly turn around.

“Me? What do you mean?” He doesn’t come closer, just stays where he is staring at me like I’m crazy.

“It hurts, Hongjoong.”

“What do you mean?” He takes a step closer.

“Loving someone who doesn’t love you back,” I say as I grind the cigarette butt into the ground.

Silence.

I scoff and hang my head down watching some tears fall to the ground.

“What? You thought I liked hearing you explain how good it feels to fuck her? Why yes, I’m so thrilled to hear about the body that takes up the space I wish was mine. You just don’t get it and you never will. You never had to fight tooth and nail for someone’s love or to feel valid enough to love that person.” I wipe the tears off my cheeks with the back of my hand. I look up to see he took a few steps backward, away from me.

“That’s right, make me the villain in this fairytale. I couldn’t bring myself to care what I’m labeled anymore—”

“Shut up!” He yells at me making me coil backwards into the wall. “You’re being unfair, no one is making you the villain. If anything you are the only other person with importance in my book.”

“You can try and sweet talk me but it won’t work, not now.” I button up my coat and start walking past him. “You see I’ve accepted the fact that you’ll never love me the way I love you. Frankly, I don’t want to be just another body to you, I’d rather be nothing at all.”

I’m now standing shoulder to shoulder with him, I see a few tears fall on his cheeks.

“Loving you hurt me so bad. To the point where I don’t want to feel anything towards you anymore,” with that I walk away from the one man I’ve ever loved.

Finally the feeling of completely losing you hits him like a freight train. His tears flow down his cheeks, he’s only able to whisper what he’s been wanting to tell you:

“But I love you just as much.”

   rae-ha-writes please do not copy my work

[essektheylyss]

are you still accepting prompts? :D if so what about "silent fury" or "shimmer" for shadowgast?

I put the two together! I hope you enjoy!

The dunamis shimmers in the cold Arctic air before it falls, shimmering like stars in the arc of sunlight shunted inside from a crack high overhead, and it catches the wizard who had cast it in a drizzle, like a rainfall, and Caleb watches it capture his face like a distorted mirror, and he has nothing with which to stop it.

“Caleb?” The voice is so faint, half of a whisper, and behind it, a second—an echo.

It is a trick of this ruin, he knows even before it has settled, the way Essek’s face goes slack, and then the shimmer coalesces around him, and the way parts of him shift and warp it is like he exists in two times at once, or twice at the same time, and then— a slash of a smile, an eerie kind of double exposure of alarm underneath.

“What is this?” Essek’s voice comes through in a whimper, frigid with fear as Caleb takes a step closer across the stone floor, as the glisten of the echo layered over him fixes its bright, sharp-eyed stare upon Caleb and asks, “What’s this?”

Caleb freezes an arm’s length away, just out of reach, but there is an acerbic smile superimposed over a frozen shock of alarm, and Essek’s hand rises, reaching for him on instinct, and Caleb can see the glint of magic already growing in the echo’s hand— “Essek,” he snaps, as direct and kind as he can marry together at once, and Essek freezes altogether. “Please hold your hands at your sides.”

Essek does as directed, and this echo that has taken something of the form of him pouts just slightly, and Caleb eyes him slowly, and he works his jaw as his eyes shift focus from one Essek to the other, the violet eyes atop the others so much colder, and Caleb can feel the bubble of rage in his chest.

“I would like my Essek back,” he says, voice shaking with distant thunder heralding a spark of wildfire, and this echo’s lip curls, and beneath his Essek looks more and more like he has been trapped behind a mirror, beneath ice.

His Essek. His stomach curdles over the words. He has not laid claim to him aloud, and he is suddenly viscerally certain he wants to.

“Your Essek?” the echo hums, and there is only the hint of his Essek—breathless, fearful, soft beneath his directing touch—beneath. “And what am I?”

Caleb knows this to be an effect of this place—it is the only way such a spell could go so wrong, with such capable hands casting it, and his fingers itch to reach for Essek’s, to reassure, but there is a danger here. Echoes are generally pulled from the discarded timeline from the choices one has made within the past few moments, but this Essek is not one of moments ago—it is one of years ago, and he wonders if perhaps there might be far more diverged timelines in which a very different Essek came to this place without the diversion of having met him that the power of Aeor now draws to them.

His heart turns in his chest at the thought, and he wants to reach for him more now, press his fingers into Essek’s palms, bleed this venomous presence from him, but he holds steady. However faint this shade that has descended upon his companion, it is a trained wizard, ready to cast if necessary, if it manages to draw enough power to wrest control.

Caleb will have to contend with that if he means to end the effect.

The light from overhead drifts softly downward, a swirling mirage like a waterfall, and the echo’s sharp eyes follow his movement with tight brows as he lets one hand settle into a pocket, and clasp around an item.

It is slow, inconspicuous, innocent almost, but there is no such thing for a wizard with a spell component, and he has always looked too scrappy to be anything else. Even if this timeline’s Essek has never seen him, he must know that he is not to be trusted.

Still, he has little else.

“You do not belong to this time,” he snarls, and flings the item around which his fingers wrap through the air—

This echo tries to counter it, but finds no magic to counter, and the prism hits the light and sends a rainbow across them, and Essek hisses, shielding his eyes against the sharp burst of color, and Caleb lets go of a firebolt that hits him square in the chest.

The echo fades with a scream, and the scream is echoed beneath it, and Caleb rushes forward, catching him before he drops, but he only staggers into Caleb’s side, eyes fluttering, that shimmer of shadow gone from his face, and his fingers scrabble for Caleb’s scarf.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, voice weak, and Caleb’s heart is still in his throat, eyes caught by the singe mark on the front of Essek’s cloak and the clammy cold of his fingers, and he presses his brow to Essek’s.

“I nearly set you on fire,” Caleb answers, in lieu of an acknowledgement, and Essek chuckles.

“I think the echo got the worst of the damage.”

“Are you alright?”

“I am fine, thanks to you,” he says, and straightens himself, Caleb’s warmth drawing his strength back to him and Caleb’s grip on his fingers only tightens. He smiles prettily, his eyes gentle and warm, and he teases, “I am yours, now, am I, Caleb Widogast?”

“As much as anything in this timeline is mine,” Caleb offers, by way of deflection, but Essek curls his fingers around Caleb’s and fiddles at his sleeve, a light smile catching on his face, the way the prism caught the light.

“I think—I hope—rather more than others, yes?” he whispers, but the tremble of his jaw betrays lingering fear, and Caleb lets him bury himself into his arms.

[brokendreamscreation]

The immense warmth and radiance in Lu’s eyes send Lucid’s heart a flutter, like a miniature version of himself wishes to burst from its cage of bone to sing and take flight in jubilant celebration. The seraph has not seen something so intense and yet beautiful all at once, setting ablaze a new yearning in his very core being. Lucifer’s radiance and golden hue only highlights his beauty, hypnotized by the ruby hues that remain locked with his own sapphires. It is only broken when the dance resumes, Lucid’s feet lightly moving in step with the others. Two stars, orbiting one another in unison until the Morningstar draws close the Eveningstar.

Swept up in those arms that hold him so gently yet with a firmness of protection, Lucid melts into the moment. It is only him and he, he and him. The blue angel wraps his arms over Lu’s as they sway slowly, smiling with such endearing bliss that he shares in the radiant glow of their bodies. Tilting his head, he gently nuzzles against the King of Hell, joining his voice to share the intimate duet.

♫ ·°•·.✧✶ “Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket. Never let it fade away. Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket. Save it for a rainy day~”♫ ·°•·.✧✶ Lifting a hand, Lucid casts a swirl of gold magic above them, creating a miniature sky of stars for them to dance beneath. Over his shoulder, he grins to his partner, singing softly and with heart. ♫ ·°•·.✧✶ “For love may come and tap you on the shoulder some starless night. Just in case you feel you wanna hold ‘em. You'll have a pocketful of starlight” ♫ ·°•·.✧✶

Something between hearing those words and the look behind those eyes filled with such a trusting sincerity, it's all so touching, and with being in such an intimate position, the ruler of Hell feels his heart against his chest, it first flutters, a feeling he hadn't felt so clear and apparent in quite some time, but he'd give anything to hold onto it. It reassures him that he's still got a heart to be shared. Eyes wide and heart overflowing with an insurmountable joy, he's so lit up from his very depths he may possibly be radiating a glow.

And he feels himself staring, a smile he can't hide, not even if he wanted to give it try. The pounding in his chest and ears denotes that what he's feel now is more real than ever before, hands still full, he'd better do something because if he doesn't, he's going to act on his impulses—amorous impulses.

And he's not sure exactly how mutual these sorts of feelings he's experiences are just yet. If he doesn't act on impulses, he may ask permission first but even that feels like jumping the gun here and yet his heart is still set on yearning, it can't be denied. A golden flush heats across his features and up along his ears all at once.

"Good because I mean it, Lucid—and my word is my bond, you know~" his face still intimately drawn close as he reassures the angel in his arms of the safety he means to continue to provide.

The devil's feet pivot and he maneuvers them both into another motion of the dance they had paused in-between, he begins to lead into a few more steps before pulling the seraph's form back into his, arms now wrapping around him from behind.

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"♫ ·°•·.✧✶Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket. Never let it fade away~✶*✧·.°☆ ♫" the timber of his voice is smooth, clear and low as he sings into the angel's ear. "♫ ·°•·.✧✶Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket. Save it for a rainy day✶*✧·.°☆ ♫" he begins leading into a gently to swaying motion, "♫ ·°•·.✧✶For love may come and tap you on the shoulder. Some starless night. Just in case you feel you wanna' hold'em more. You'll have a pocketful of starlight✶*✧·.°☆ ♫"

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[volleychumps]

« Ghost.

~ the one in which Sakusa Kiyoomi sees you happy after he broke your heart.

format: One-shot

genre: angst

- Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader

Warning(s): Use of alcohol, set in after-high school 

One of my older requests I’ve kept, this fic is influenced by the song ‘Ghosts’ by Jeremy Zucker. Although it’s not a song fic, very sad content is ahead. 

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“I told you to wear your gloves.” 

“Whaaat? Why would I do that when your pockets are so warm?” 

“How convenient for you.” 

“Here, put your hands in here with me. Live a little, take your gloves off! It’s so warm~”

Sakusa swallowed. Dark eyes stared blankly through the glass out into the deluge of rain, a slightly damp travel bag seated on the plastic seat next to him, a gentle prod of his fingers making him snap out of it. Komori sends him a worried stare, noting that his cousin seemed to have changed a lot from his travel abroad. 

The slight glimmer in Sakusa’s eyes before he left was just as dimmed the day he boarded that plane. 

“Does anyone else know you’re back in Japan?” 

“Who would I tell?” Sakusa shrugged as his cousin met him with a incredulous stare. “The team is expecting my return-” 

“That’s not what I meant.” 

Sakusa stiffens, clearing his throat before sipping the warm beverage before him. He didn’t taste anything, eyes flitting over to the half-drunken matcha in his cousin’s cup. That reminds him of- 

“You didn’t tell Y/N?” 

There it is. 

Silence filled the distance between the two before Sakusa’s dark coffee hits the table with a prominent thud. 

“It’s not like she would want to see me.” 

“She could never hate you, you know. Especially after-” 

“Komori.” Sakusa’s stare hardened, fingers clasping at ceramic. Komori’s lips press back together in a thin line, opting to swirl the matcha tea in his cup before bowing his head slightly in apology. 

“I told you that you wouldn’t like it.” 

“Blegh! How do you drink it so strong?” 

“...swap with me.” 

“Don’t tell me you ordered a matcha because you knew I wouldn’t like it.” 

“Ha. Don’t get ahead of yourself.” 

“Awh, Kiyoomi-Kun!” 

“Gross.” 

The rain was less now, the two figures in the rain under the abandoned shop seeming to dissapitate with the downpour. It was him, holding a girl’s hands in his pockets as he stubbornly adjusts the hat on her head. Two half-drunken drinks that had been swapped sat next to them- 

“Let’s get going, yeah?” Komori stands, having finished his tea as Sakusa rips his gaze away from the familiar scene. 

“You seem tired from all the traveling. Didn’t you get any sleep on the plane?” 

He hasn’t slept well in a long while. 

“I did.” He finishes the americano in one go, ignoring the burn in his throat as he longs for the taste of alcohol. “Lead the way.” 

Sakusa casts one more glance through the glass window. The two figures were nowhere to be seen. 

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His thumb grazed his phone screen over your contact. Backspace. Hello-. Backspace. Delete. Hover over delete option. Back to messages. I’m back in-.

Sakusa sighs through his nose, a futile attempt to release the tightness in his chest, before turning on his side as the sun peeks in through his window. Five hours at most, a lot better than his usual nights. 

Perhaps it was because he knew you were a mere cardrive away. 

“Why are you here?” 

“...it was on the way.” 

“So...what can I do for you?” 

Silence. 

“Unless....no way, did you miss me?” 

“No.” 

“You answered too fast, meaning you’re lying.”

“So what if I did?” 

“Come here Kiyoomi, spend the night.” 

He throws his phone. 

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“You hurt her, you know that?” 

“Is she...doing okay?” 

Sugawara sighs heavily, running a hand through his gray locks across from the stoic boy. Sakusa was lucky at least one of your friends was willing to give him the time of day, seated across one of your more gentle friends in the university library. 

“...she’s doing fine. She’s holding down a gig at Onigiri Miya while she finishes her degree.” Sugawara stands, guilt filling his hazel eyes before hardening slightly. “But you don’t get to ask about her.” 

“I know.”

“You walked away from her when all she did was give you everything her world had to offer.”  

Sakusa grits his teeth. “I know.” 

“Do you?” Sugawara wasn’t easily irritated, flipping a page in his textbook before meeting your ex with an even stare. “If you knew how hard it was for everyone to pick up the pieces-” 

“Thanks for meeting me.” Sakusa’s chair scraped the floor as he stood abruptly, heart pounding in his ears. He felt Suga’s stare on his back as he exited the library, stopping at the exit as his breathing picks up. 

“Am I even allowed here?” 

“It’s fine. Relax! You look like a Uni student.”

“...Y/N.” 

“Hm?”

“I-” 

“Sakusa?” 

It had been a whole year since he heard that voice, not haunting his dreams, but in reality. Dark eyes widen a fraction as his breath catches in his throat at the smile that spreads across your lips. You had gotten more beautiful than the image his mind spun back and forth, rooting him in place.

“You’re back?” 

“...Mm.” 

“That’s great! Tell the team I’m looking forward to your welcome home party tonight. It was great seeing you.” 

Sakusa’s lips parted, but no words came out. He was taken back abruptly as your shoulder brushed his as you walked past

“Don’t be a burden.” 

“K-Kiyoomi, how could you-?” 

“I don’t need to leave something annoying behind me when I leave to train.”

“Something? Kiyoomi, it’s me. It’s us-” 

“Don’t wait for me.” 

“I will! You just need to say the word, and-” 

“Are you usually this pathetic? We were never in love, Y/N. You were just convenient.” 

“You’re lying-!” 

“Good luck, Y/N. I don’t know when or if I’ll be back. Don’t look for me.”

He needed to let you go, no matter what lies stain his tongue. He needed you to be okay without him, not looking out the window everyday in hopes that promises over text and call were enough. 

And that was the day he brushed past you, a stream of even tears falling from your widened eyes as your heart shattered in your chest- 

not realizing that the sight of Sakusa’s back shielded the view of the single trickling tear down his cheek. 

But still, he kept walking. 

“Y/N.” 

Dark eyes widen when you flinch on instinct, Sakusa’s hand hovering in mid-air over your arm before your smile is back. His chest tightens as he realizes that it’s merely polite, not holding the same love it once did. 

You tilted your head, and Sakusa could feel his fingers tremble at the shine in your eyes. 

“I gotta go, Sakusa. Suga’s waiting. It was great to see you though, you look good.”

It was his turn to watch your back as unshed heat brimmed his eyes, but you don’t look back to notice. 

...Sakusa?

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“I need to go for a walk.” 

“What? Dude, this is your party.” Atsumu blinks in disbelief as Bokuto and Hinata chow down on plate after plate of onigiri. His friends bustle around the shop, but you were no where to be seen. 

“Five minutes, you imbecile. I won’t run away.”

“You better not!” Atsumu slurs, on the edge of absolutely hammered as he flashes Sakusa a wide thumbs-up. “You’ll make our guests sad!” 

Out of everyone in this party, he wanted to see you the most.

Sakusa manages to make it out the back door, planning to watch for your arrival until he sees your figure seated not far away in the grass, cradling a single drink in your hand as your eyes stare up at the clouded stars. Faded, but they were barely there as your eyes seemed to be questioning the world up above. 

It was a lie. 

Sakusa’s nails bit into his palms. 

It wasn’t just convenient for him. 

He swallows back the lump in his throat. 

You were his world. His first and last love. 

He begins to take a step-

Please let him be your last. 

“Whatcha doin’ out here?” 

He stops in place, watching from mere feet away as Osamu Miya plops down in the grass next to you. You jokingly protest as Osamu takes your drink, taking a swig from it before looking at you with something in his eyes. 

No. It wasn’t something new to Sakusa, because that’s the way he used to look at you. 

“...He came back.” Your voice was almost a whimper, and Osamu gently tugs you to lean your head on his shoulder.

“I know.” 

“I’m happy, Osamu.” 

“I didn’t say anythin’.” 

Sakusa should’ve walked away. He should’ve willed his feet to move, but he couldn’t. All his dark eyes could do was watch as you rolled your eyes playfully, tugging the drink out of Osamu’s hands before setting it down and cupping his face with one hand-

Doing that thing where your hand slipped into Osamu’s denim jacket pocket. 

“I love you. He was the past. You are my present. And...my future, hopefully?”

Osamu’s lip twitches upwards as he turns his face so he can kiss your palm that’s cupping his cheek. 

“I know, princess. You’re allowed to be sad, I’m not a monster.” Osamu pauses, thinking for a second before nodding once. “Unless you want me to be a monster, I can beat-” 

He’s cut off as you roll your eyes, smiling as you kiss him so lovingly- 

Ah. This must’ve been how you felt the day he left you in pieces. 

Sakusa wanted to scream, but a warm trickle of wetness slipped down his cheeks instead as it began to rain, the clouded stars turning darker ironically as Sakusa realizes that the shop he’s standing outside of-

the abandoned one where he kept you warm that winter night. 

It was now Onigiri Miya. 

He felt his legs almost give out as he stumbles to the side of the building, shielding him from view as your panicked laughs sound over the rain. 

“Y/N. I...I think I-”

“Kiyoomi?”

“What?” 

“I’ll love you more than you’ll ever know.” 

Sakusa couldn’t tell if the drops on his face was the rain, feeling like he was floating as his skin became numb to the cold.

In fact, he wished that this was one of his dreams, the ones where he punished himself with images of you in his arms. 

That way, he could keep on living with your ghost.

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Brb It’s not like I’m vv sad as I write this. 

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