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elixrr · 6 months ago
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A Surprise (Birthday) Confession...
➥ Sugawara Koushi x Reader:Birthday Special
↪not proofread LOL
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Funnily enough, you didn’t know it was his birthday today. Confessing was simply a bold decision that you made on behalf of a sleepless night where slumber was replaced with contemplation and concern.
You knew that there was only one chance for a boy like Suga, and you did not want to waste the chance.
“Okay, so... Texting him to meet up... Then, I guess, just be there before he gets there and, uh, tell him?”
You scrambled your little plan down in a spare notebook that he gave you. It was blank, 100% blank, except the back of the notebook had a rose sticker placed on it. You'd run your fingers over it occasionally whenever your classes grew terribly boring, and you'd think of Sugawara.
“Okay. Message sent, now I should—”
He immediately responded. Oh, holy crap, he immediately responded.
‘Sounds like a plan! I'll be there soon :)’
Panic ensued, and you rushed to gather all of your things. You grabbed your house keys, his favorite chocolates from a convenience store that you'd occasionally find him in, and you bolted out the door.
You asked to meet him beneath a huge tree, and coincidentally, it was the tree that held all of your special moments together. It wasn't too far from your house, but it was far enough that you'd be concerned about who would reach the place first.
Running up a hill to reach the tree, you hear somebody call out your name. You yell a quick ‘hello!’ back at the unknown person while raising your hand up to let them know that you saw them, but you never looked back and continued running up the hill until you reached the tree. Panting, you rest your arms on your knees and let yourself cool down in the shade.
Footsteps began to approach, and you had a feeling that it was him.
“(Name)? Hey, you called for me?” You looked up, and his eyes were glowing in the warm, welcoming sun.
“Y– Yeah. I just wanted to get something off of my chest, if you don't mind..?”
“Of course not! I'm, well,” he rests his hand behind his neck and smiles, his eyes averting to the grassy floors, “I'm always willing to listen to you.”
And your heart skipped a beat.
“Thank you, that's—” so sweet. It's genuinely so sweet, and that's just Sugawara. The perfect blend of sweet, fun, and calm.
And you love him for that.
“Anyways, I'll just say it. Suga, I think– actually, I'm really sure now. I like you, not just as a friend. I like you a lot, and, uh, if you'd be willing, would you like to go out wi–”
“Yes! Or, uhm, yeah. Yeah, yeah, I'd be pretty chill with, y'know, that.” His excited burst calms down as he attempts to calm himself down, but you can tell how happy he is.
“You know what? (Name), this is the best birthday gift I could ever ask for!”
“Oh, I'm glad– wait, it's your birthday? Shoot, happy birthday, Suga! Crud, let me go back to my place and get my wallet, the food's on me tonight, 'kay?”
Sugawara's heart nearly explodes and he beams a smile.
“That sounds great! Want me to walk you there?”
You shoot back the sweetest smile that he's ever seen, a smile just for him.
“Of course I do!”
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dokifluffs · 1 year ago
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Burnout | Sugawara Koushi
Pairing: Suga X Reader (gender neutral)
Genre: angsty fluff, college!AU
"x-whyareyoureadingthis-x asked: Mini Request for college!Sugawara: sitting at your desk at home, studying, and just having a small breakdown, like there's so much work and mid-terms are in full swing and you don't know how to keep up and all that. And Suga just comes from the side, gently taking your head and pulling it against his chest, letting you cry a little. I'm sorry, but this scenario has been stuck in my head for a month now. If you don't feel like writing it don't worry. But I had to tell someone about this 😅"
Author's Note: i took this mini request and made it into a full one so :) I can't resist making this but I know it'll end up too long as a "crumb" anyways T^T but more for you all to be fed hehe also I relate to this feeling so much oof
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college
it was the next few years of your life that you always heard would be the "best ones ever" yet here you were
your first ever fall semester and you were miserable
The courses you signed up for were ones you were genuinely interested in based off of what you heard and read about the professor
but now sitting through them, with all their workloads piling up toward the climax of the semester
you sat under your kotatsu and wondered
why were you putting yourself through this?
Were you the only one feeling like this?
Everyone you saw when you looked around anywhere on campus looked like they were handling it well and they were just meeting the expectations of what it meant to be a college student
to become an adult
and here you sat
staring off past your no longer lit computer screen as the leaves fell from your childhood home's backyard
a cool breeze blowing in, through your hair and caressing your cheek but your legs stayed warm under the kotatsu
so why was it just you who couldn't handle it?
you snapped out of your daze, glancing around at all your sprawled-out notes
all the reminders you set around your room of the work you needed to do by when
the reticulate time schedule you created would put you as ahead as you could in terms of work with just maybe a bit of free
only if you were lucky or if your professors had mercy on you and canceled some readings or discussions
your chest felt heavy
your body felt heavy just sitting there on the familiar matted floor of your living room
it was all just so much
everything was just so much
all the material you had to retain
the assignments
the readings
the papers you had to type
and now that things were different from high school
now that things were much more real than in high school, everything was longer
the research you had to do
the articles you had to read
the textbooks you had to read
the prices of everything - tuition, fees, it was all so much
as another cold breeze blew by, your cheek felt even colder
you felt a wet drop on the back of your hand
when did you start crying?
Everything was so manageable in high school
when did high school graduation feel so far away when it was only before this past summer, just a couple of months ago?
when did everything start to feel so heavy?
you took a deep breath, trying not to blink or else you knew your tears would fall
but the tears were blurring your vision
until you saw one sticky note you made weeks ago
it was the schedule of your midterms, three of which were on one day and then the last two were on separate days
you made a list of all the material you had to review
you stared at the note, holding the dulled color little sheet in your fingertips, staring at your own handwriting
when did you start cracking?
A cold gust blew in, forcing the door to open wider
"Y/N~ I brought steamed buns.."
"Koushi.." you broke
his voice died off seeing you in your room, papers floating and being pushed all over the floor around you
you looked like a mess
the bags under your eyes were a lot more present since the last time he saw you just a week ago
the room filled with your stifled sobs as you covered your eyes with the palms of your hands
you could feel how damp they had become
but then you felt the warmth
you moved your hands, your vision blurring but you could feel Koushi
His body was pressed against yours, arms pushing your body into his
as if he was the glue and knew you were falling into pieces
as if he was welding your pieces back together
"I'm here," he spoke, squeezing you a little tighter, his voice saddened seeing you like this
he had a subtle inkling of what was happening to you, seeing the signs but whenever he asked, you would tell him it was just some fatigue a good night's rest couldn't fix
how much he wished he followed his gut
and look at you now
"let it out, Y/N," he caressed your head, brushing his fingers through your hair, holding you close ever so gently
like you were the most precious thing in the world
and to him, you were
you sobbed profusely in his arms
trying your best to tell him everything between gasps and breaths
he nodded, listening, sharing his advice with you
encouraging you
letting you know that he would always be there with you through thick and thin
"You've worked so hard, but you need to rest too," he held your hands, giving them a little squeeze as he looked deep into your eyes
Every time you did try to relax, you felt restless, guilty, like there was more you could've been doing
"you shouldn't feel guilty for taking care of yourself and your health!" he proclaimed
"Now eat a pork bun!" he scrambled, reaching for one from the bag he brought, and stuffing it into your mouth while he scooped up your papers into a neat pile
then finally scooping you into his lap as he pet your head
"we're going to rest today," he smiled at you, pressing a kiss to your temple as you took a bite
"and feed me too," he widened his mouth, waiting to take a bite of the bun
~~~~~ Thanks for reading! Masterlist for more! Please do not repost anywhere else!
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laurelled-by-lavender · 2 years ago
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midnight lovers
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pairing: sugawara koushi x fem!reader content warnings: written with chubby reader in mind, reader’s hair is long enough to be tied up (colour, texture, etc. is not mentioned), roommates to lovers, fluff, kissing, some suggestive parts - (light choking), mentions of food, one (1) very mean and aggressive guy, koushi is ready to fight. word count: approx. 3.5k
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these were the nights you loved the most. 
a fortuitous meet-up in the kitchen at 11:00pm between two roommates, unsuspecting of what’s to come later in the night. 
it was one of those kinds of nights. 
neither of you could sleep, though, it didn’t bother you. you just had to find a way to occupy yourselves. feeling quite hungry, you propose going to the super market for a late night snack spree. suga happily agrees. you don’t bother changing out of your pajamas, and neither does he. you, in your oversized shirt and sleeping shorts, and koushi, in a white wife-beater and plaid navy blue pants. 
within 5 minutes, you’re in suga’s car, pulling into the dark and empty parking lot. on any other day, this parking lot would be scary, and much too anxiety-inducing to even walk past. but tonight, with suga, it felt so right.
the minute your enter the store, you’re already going separate ways. 
“drinks?” suga asks.
“yep. snacks. meet me in the frozen desserts section in five.”
“alright, see ya.”
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four minutes roll buy, and you’ve collected all that you need, so you head over to the frozen aisle a minute early to scout the possible treats to choose from before koushi comes to meet you. eyeing the many different varieties of popsicles, ice cream flavours and cakes, you try and decide what it is that you’re the most in the mood for. usually, you would’ve chosen ice cream in a heartbeat. but tonight didn’t feel like an ice cream kind of night. you sigh and ultimately conclude that you’d have to consult suga when he got to you. 
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you stand there for a good 45 seconds before he spots you. your back is turned to him, and he sees you sigh. it’s a cute sight, he thinks. your hair is up, and your shirt’s collar is so stretched out, it falls, resting just below your shoulder. you’re wearing your slippers and fluffy socks, and carrying quite a few boxes. you’re practically cradling the snacks in your arms as though they were your babies. he chuckles lightly and advances towards you, holding out a shopping basket in order for you to place your items inside, along with the drinks he picked out. you sound relieved as you dump everything inside. koushi then takes a look at all that you grabbed and gives you an approving nod. 
you turn back towards the freezers,
“it doesn’t feel like an ice cream kind of night...” you voice your thoughts from earlier.
“true... kinda vibing with the popsicles” he responds.
“you read my mind.”
“should we just get the assorted ones?” he asks
you nod and open the door to grab the box, then proceed to make your way to the cash, suga following shortly behind.
the cashier offers you a smile and greets you when you get there. you don’t notice the look he gives suga. 
but koushi definitely sees the way the cashier was looking at you.
“late night spree, i’m guessing?” he inquires.
“oh, yes.” you say with a smile as you load the items onto the conveyor belt. 
suga stands still, holding the basket out to you as you converse with the man. he stares at him, piercing glare never wavering. the man’s smile may be pretty but, lord if it wasn’t recognizable. sugawara was never one to judge someone by their looks, but he knew the type. 
and you. how sweet you are, completely oblivious to the way the cashier is blatantly checking you out. licking his lips, dragging his half-lidded gaze from your face, to your collar-bones and shoulder, to your legs. he’s nodding along to what your saying, but koushi spots the way the man’s eyebrows jump up a bit at the sight of your legs. hell, he hasn’t removed his eyes from them since the minute he first saw them. in fact, he’s so entranced, he doesn’t realize that you’ve finished loading all your items, and that you’re ready to pay. it’s now that you notice his stare. feeling incredibly uncomfortable, you take a cautious step back, and clasp your hands together at your stomach in an attempt to ease your distress. 
suga’s always wanted laser vision growing up, but he’s never dreamed of it so badly as he did right now. he fantasizes of many situations, all of which involve very violent acts towards the cashier in question. gods, he wants to knock his teeth out.
but he doesn’t. instead, he lets out,
“excuse you, but i’d like to pay now.” suga says in the coldest tone you’ve ever heard from him.
the guy gets defensive instantly, and looks at koushi in disdain. he has no shame in his response.
“the fuck d’you say to me?”
“you heard me, keep your filthy eyes off of my girl, and let me pay.”
you blush at the way he addresses you, but think nothing more of it, knowing he’s only defending you and putting on an act. if anything, you found it endearing, how he would take it as far as to call you his girlfriend in order to protect you. 
the cashier says nothing for a couple seconds, and it essentially turns into a staring match, one daring the other to say something else. 
suga wins. 
the guy behind the counter looks away, feigning indifference when he says,
“whatever, she’s probably a slut anyways.”
koushi takes a breath, ready to yell, scream, jump over the conveyor belt and strangle the guy, but before he can do anything, a woman who you can only assume is the manager, wearing a bright red button-down vest and laminated name tag, cuts in.
“is everything okay over here?” 
you see her side-eye her employee as he responds in a brief and clipped tone,
“fine. we’re fine.” he says
though, all she needs is one look at you to know that everything was not, in fact, fine. she turns to you and suga, sympathy written all over her face,
“i’m so sorry for any inconveniences, it won’t happen again. your items are free of charge.”
before either of you can respond, she’s calling him into her office in stern tone you’d never wish to be on the receiving end of. 
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the walk back to the car is silent, and the quiet ensues as you enter. he sits in the driver’s seat with his hands on the wheel, you in the passenger seat with bated breath. you hands twiddle, unsure of what to say. you didn’t want him to be angry.
“i should go back there and punch him.” he breaks the silence.
“no. no, i really don’t think you should.”
“but-”
“it was fucked. i know, but it’s okay. you were there with me. i’m safe.” you try to reassure him.
“he made you upset”
“and it happens. some guys are shit. it sucks, but it’s the way the world works. we’ll contact the managers tomorrow and make sure he gets fired if it makes you feel better? i’ll even put on my best crying voice, just for you. make it real dramatic, he’ll be out of there in no time.” you say.
at this, he lets out a breath that sounds like a chuckle, but it’s short-lived. 
“i really want to go back there. fuck, no one should ever speak to you like that. or even look at you like that. you don’t deserve that shit.” he says, exasperated.
“please, let’s just go. c’mon, we’ll go on a drive or something.” you try to sway him.
“okay, you’re right, i’m sorry.”
there’s a pause. though, it only lasts for about ten seconds until he’s up and out of the car, taking the snacks with him and walking towards the back of the store. extremely confused, you’re quick to follow him. 
“w-where are you going?” you ask, tripping on your slippers a little as you jog to catch up to him. 
“i’m taking you to my favourite spot.” he responds, as he locks the car without stopping or turning around.
“oh, great. woulda been nice of you to tell me the plan before putting it into action, or whatever, but that’s cool.” you say sarcastically.
“doesn’t matter, i knew you’d follow me anyways.”
you don’t say anything back, knowing he’s absolutely, one-hundred percent right.
he leads you to the back of the store, which was very shady, figuratively and literally. there was a single functioning light bolted to the brick wall of the store. you watched as dozens of little mosquitos and moths fluttered and flickered about it, bumping off the cracked plastic panes which enclosed the bulb. he led you a little farther down the alley, past the light and into the darkness. you could barely see him, so you decided to follow the sounds of his footsteps... until they stopped. naturally, you stopped walking too and looked around, though you were met with nothing but more darkness.
“this.... is your favourite spot?” you question cautiously.
he laughs,
“no, yn. give me your hand.”
you struggle to find him in the dark, so he hold his hand out to meet yours. 
ever so gently, he wraps his grip around your wrist, and leads your hand to the wall. it lands on something very cold and rusty and metal. he lets you feel around for a couple seconds.
“a ladder.” you say with a smile. of course, you thought to yourself. of course, it’s a ladder.
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he gets up first, and uses his phone’s flashlight (finally) to show you where and where not to step as you follow. it doesn’t take long before you’re up and on the roof. it was glorious. this high up, you could see all the lights. street lights and store lights, lamp-posts and car lights. he walks over to a small hidden box, and opens it up to reveal several fluffy blankets. 
“and now, we have all that we need!” he exclaims.
“how’d you even find this place? s’ not very often that you find easy access to the roof of a building like this.” you ask, still admiring the view.
he notices you shiver. the wind was much more apparent up here, so he begins setting up the blankets to form a sort of nest for you guys to sit and hangout as  he tells you how his friend had once dared him to explore the back alley as a joke when they were all hanging out in the parking lot one night. that’s when he found the ladder. he called his friends over to check it out and they dared him 2,500 yen to try and climb it. seeing how rusty it was, they didn’t actually expect him to do it. it looked as though it would crumble under the weight of a feather, but still, he went on with the dare. 
the result was a nice hangout spot and a couple extra yen in his pocket. 
“do you know if anyone else comes up here?” you ask.
“not that i know of. that ladder may just be enough to shake off anyone attempting to get up here. if it weren’t for the dare, i never would have even attempted to climb something like that! it looked like it would break any second. that’s why, afterwards, i made sure to memorize where to step when climbing it” he explains.
“awe, look at you with your sneaky little spy moves. you could be secret agent, y’know. you’re very agile.” 
he chuckles “thanks, but i think i’m good.”
by this point, he’s finished setting up the blankets so you go to join him. he sets out all the snacks, chips, cookies, iced tea, popsicles.
you both sit there, as if you were the only two people in the world. it surely felt like it, snacking, talking, sharing secrets, reminiscing.
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“so, any pretty people worth talking about? you crushin’ on anyone?” 
you ask with a giggle and a smile, though, deep inside, you’re desperately praying that he says no. you’ve liked him for far too long, and seen him fawn over far too many people to know that his type isn’t you. but even so, you can’t help but ask every once in a while. 
“um, actually, yeah.” he admits slowly. shyly.
you’re quiet for a while. he’s never been apprehensive in admitting his feelings about anyone. especially not to you. 
could that mean he really likes this person?
could he love them?
“oh.” is how you respond. you try not to look or sound disappointed, but he knows you all too well. it’s not difficult to figure out that something’s bothering you. not when you go quiet, and certainly not when you look out on the horizon, obviously avoiding his gaze. 
he’s watching you. you know it.
from the corner of your eye, you see him staring at you, a slight frown on his forehead as he tries to figure you out. 
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koushi knows you can see him. 
he also knows that you’re purposefully avoiding his eyes in an attempt to evade the rest of the conversation. hoping that if enough time passes in silence, he’ll let it go and the topic will have been forgotten. but he doesn’t let it go. you’re acting strange, and he’d like to know why.
do you like someone too?
or do you already know that he likes you?
that thought makes his heart stop. could that be why you’re looking away? the last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable or ruin your friendship.
do you not feel the same?
he purses his lip, disallowing his bottom lip and chin to quiver and concentrates on the burning in his tear-ducts, willing it to go away.
you finally turn your face back to him after a long while. he’s thankful that it’s dark enough that you can’t see the glassy shine in his eyes.
you speak very quietly when you ask him,
“do you love them?”
his breath is practically taken away. did you really know? was he so obvious? 
the air around both of you suddenly feels heavy. 
he doesn’t want to be dishonest with you, so instead of giving you a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’ he asks,
“how long have you known?”
“known what?” you question back.
he hates that you’re making him say it out loud, but if this is how your friendship ends, he’d much rather be open and clear about it.
“that i’m in love with you.”
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you’d never seen him so look helpless. he looked like a kicked puppy, and it honestly shattered your heart.
“how long have you known?” he asks. 
confused, you question back,
“known what?”
he pauses before answering in the most dejected voice,
“that i’m in love with you.”
surely, you heard that wrong. surely, he couldn’t be talking about you. he must be joking. messing with you, as friends do. you wait for the punchline. you wait for him to say anything, but he doesn’t. it’s then, when you realize that he’s serious. it’s also then when you realize how long you’ve gone without responding to him.
when you finally process it all, you look to him, but he’s no longer sitting cross-legged on the blanket beside you. no, he’s curled in on himself, head ducked into his arms, resting on his knees. 
he took your silence for rejection. 
“oh, my love. my angel, no, nonono, it’s okay. please, it’s okay.” you rush to his side clumsily, your blanket still wrapped around your shoulders as you caress his curved back before making your way to his front, trying to take his face into your hands.
he keeps his eyes scrunched shut, hard, as he tries to turn his head to keep you from holding it.
his lips turned downwards as he lets out,
“no. don’t wanna ruin what we have. please, don’t wanna hear it. i already know.”
there’s a pause, and he takes a deep breath. with his eyes still closed, he repeats,
“i already know..” he sounds defeated.
“please, koushi. look at me.” you beg gently, stroking his tear-stained cheeks with your thumbs. 
he gives in. of course he does. he’d do anything for you. 
when his eyes peel open, they’re watery and red. he looks so vulnerable as his lips quiver. fresh tears threaten to fall as he realizes once again that this is probably the end.
“do you mean it?” you ask.
he didn’t think his heart could break further. 
he nods without breaking eye contact. he looks from one eye to the other, searching your face for something. anything. he has no idea what you’re thinking, or what to take from this whole mess.
finally, you let out a breath, though it sounds more like a sob. his brows furrow slightly, in hope and confusion. you drop your forehead and rest it against his, palms still cupping his cheeks. 
“i’ve loved you for so fucking long, koushi..”
lips quivering and eyebrows furrowed, a breath of relief and disbelief stumbles from his lips. it’s shaky, and he lifts his head to look into your eyes, searching for a lie, for pity. but he sees none of it. 
“you have?” he asks, as if he can’t believe it. 
you nod, with a small smile, “i really have. and i do. i couldn’t even tell you because...” you trail off, just the idea of it making your chest feel tight.
“because?” he urges you to continue
“i thought you were in love with someone else!” you cry as the tears finally roll down your cheek. 
“fuck, baby, im so sorry.” he out breathily.
“no, don’t apologize. you couldn’t have known.”
“i should have been more obvious. or.. fuck, i shoulda just told you. you mean everything to me, baby. i shoulda just told you.”
“it’s okay.” you whisper, kissing his eyelids. you pull back to look into his eyes once more. “you’re my favourite person in the whole world. you make my heart happy and i couldn’t fathom a life without you in it. i’m sorry it took so long for me to tell you. i didn’t want to risk losing you because you’re so so special to me. i never thought that you could want me.”
“i’ve wanted you ever since i’ve known you.” he responds. there’s a silent moment where you’re both just looking into each other's eyes. lips parted, breaths mixing. his eyes dart down to your lips. 
“can i kiss you?” he asks in a whisper. you can only nod.
it’s nothing like the movies. his lips don’t rush to yours, and there’s no clashing of teeth. 
not yet, at least.
he’s careful in the way his lips approach yours. when they meet, it’s soft, but there’s an unmistakable desperation. he tastes sweet, the remnant juices from the watermelon flavoured popsicle he had earlier still on his lips. 
he’s holding back, but still, he’s slow in his movements. his hands snake to your cheeks holding your face firmly. the backs of his fingers then drag down the sides of your neck. his left hand stays at your neck, placing itself there, while the other continues it’s tantalizing path. his other hand moves down your exposed shoulder, down the length of your arm, then back up, just to make it’s way down to your waist. the kiss never falters. not on his part. 
he’s wanted this for so long. and you have too, but god, he’s making it hard to stay focused.
you whimper slightly into the kiss, the feeling of his hands on your body so much and not enough all at once. 
he can’t help himself. his left hand, the one on your neck, experimentally winds itself around the column of your throat, squeezing ever-so slightly. he’s testing the waters. your breath only stops. not from the little pressure he applies, no, but from how weak you feel. you’ve never seen him like this. and you’ve never felt like this. 
he pulls away ever so slightly. he’s stopped kissing you for now, but his lips haven’t travelled too far. 
“is this okay?” you’re so close his bottom lip brushes against yours as he asks the question. 
“yes. yes, please.” he brings his lips back to yours. he’s not holding back so much this time, using his grip on your neck to pull you closer. to deepen the kiss. 
“you’re so perfect.” he whispers into your mouth. you can only tangle your hands into his hair.
you stay like that for a while, whispering to each other, kissing each other. proclaiming your love for each other and making up for all the time lost. for the years you spent pretending to be friends. roomates. best friends, when you were truly so much more than that. you were soulmates.
midnight lovers.
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raisunomii · 8 months ago
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Huge fan of how in Haikyuu every setter is absolutely off the walls insane w it and suga is Just a setter. No stressful mind games he’s just playing volleyball. Which trips up every OTHER setter so bad that he changes the entire game every time. I love suga
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rassebers · 4 months ago
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Whats this quarterpounder with cheese doing in my pocket
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sugawarassoulmate · 1 year ago
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stoner!sugawara calls you in the middle of a smoke sesh late at night and practically begs you to sit on his face when he comes over.
"no, baby, you don't understand. i need you to do it, please?" he whispers into the phone, his voice raspy. "just—just sit on me please, i need to eat you out or i'm gonna go crazy."
you agree, laughing at his desperation, and he's practically BOOKING it to your place.
"and don't hover over me or anything," he adds. "fucking sit on me, i don't care if i can't breathe."
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rinablet · 11 months ago
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one day, daichi’s favorite ramen place suddenly closed down
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a belated birthday gift for the best haikyuu captain!
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bold-embrace · 6 months ago
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Rewatched Haikyuu in time for the movie. Suga you will always be famous
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kings-highway · 5 months ago
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Suga: you know really when you think about it you should be the mom.
Daichi: ???? what do you mean????
Suga: everyone calls you the Dad but, like, you know everyone's birthdays, allergies, which classes they're failing. You're clearly the mom. I should be the dad.
Daichi: You should be the dad??? Based on what???
Suga: Doing the absolute bear minimum and getting praised for it.
Daichi:
Suga: I gave Hinata a fruit cup once and he hasn't stopped talked about how kind and considerate and well prepared I am.
Daichi:
Suga:
Daichi: Is that where that went?
Suga: yeah I took it out of your bag.
Daichi: I thought I was going crazy.
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struwberrii · 6 months ago
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suga crushing on you ✧˖°.
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here is my little smau of texts with suga while he’s crushing on you :3
also ignore the switch from light to dark mode i got distracted half way through writing these loll
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elixrr · 4 months ago
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seeing him makes me so happy <3
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everykindofnerd13 · 6 months ago
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I think my favorite part of the Daisuga ship is that they are just already a very chill ship. Somehow feel like the most real highschool couple. And what I mean is that Daichi and Suga have chemistry, but it’s not explosive. They don’t have these huge passionate shouting matches that prove how much they care about eachother, or these sweet melancholic flashbacks that show how committed to eachother they are. They just have chemistry. Like they have lines that sound like confessions. But not new ones. Daichi and Suga talk to each other like they’ve been in a relationship for years. Like it’s second nature to say those things to eachother. I think that’s also why they feel so much like mom and dad. Cause yeah, they bicker, but it’s always fond, just like every other part of them. They’re just so smitten with eachother and so comfortable not only with eachother but with themselves that nothing about their relationship has to be explosive or poetic or anything to be deeply meaningful to the people that matter most, themselves.
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haikyu-mp4 · 19 days ago
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In sickness and in health
"Did you hear about Sugawara? I heard his girlfriend got sick and he's taking care of her. But you didn't hear that from me!!" – @white-bunny-fluff for my Gossip Event.
word count; 366 – f!reader
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You coughed again, this time feeling the glob of disgusting slime shimmer half a centimetre further up your throat. “I hate this,” you whined. It sounded even more pathetic going hand in hand with your clogged nose.
Suga raked a hand through your hair, chuckling softly. He held up the tea for you again, tracing his hand along your jaw and down under your chin to make you tilt your face up. As you drank another gulp of tea, he said “There you go, you’ll be better in no time.”
You sank back into your pillow after drinking and Suga left the cup on the nightstand. “You don’t know that. This might just be my destined death.” Oh, how dramatic you get when you’re sick.
Suga laughed again, getting up and moving around to the other side of the bed. He lifted the covers, making you frown until it softened again as he slid his arms around you. “I’ll be the hot local widow.”
After squinting at him, you cuddled into his chest with a pitiful whine. “Thank you for being the best part of my short-lived life.” Unfortunately, you had to lean away from him again as a nasty cough came over you.
Suga carefully pulled you back into his arms, after you cleared your throat with some more tea, and caged himself around you with his round cheek squishing your feverish one. “Am I really the best part?”
Your eyes fell closed from his comforting touch, humming in confirmation. “Of course you are. There’s literally no competition.”
A comfortable silence fell over you for a while and Suga assumed you had fallen asleep at some point due to your clogged nose making you snore a little. He appreciated your words and thought about how much he liked being around you, even when you were pouty and snotty and demanded the princess treatment. You’re the love of his life.
However, the peacefulness didn’t last for long. “I want ice cream.”
“You can’t have ice cream when you have a cold,” Suga responded immediately. Let’s just say you had this discussion before.
“Fine. Brownies then.”
“Brownies it is.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, princess.”
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nectardaddy · 4 months ago
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wild youth
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" I wanna love you 'til we're food for the worms to eat. "
pairing : sugawara koushi x f!reader
content : mostly written/smau hybrid, smau is only texts between them, self indulgence at it's finest, both suga and reader are teachers, timeskipped characters, friends/coworkers to lovers
series content warning : language, drinking, stress, humor as a coping mechanism, very human emotions (including, but not limited to: anger, stress, sadness, anxiety), me hammering home that teachers are human too, some educational jargon (definitions given as needed), probably ooc, typos probably [more warnings may be added , check each chapter for warnings]
taglist : open , send an ask to be added [comments, or reblogs will not be added]
extras : series playlist | pinterest mood boards : wild youth | sugayn | suga | yn style guides : yn | suga
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introduction : fifth grade team prologue : friday one : trash can
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haikyuu-moments · 4 months ago
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i love these goofballs so much. kags seems so proud of his role of the moon, and i'm sorry, asahi, but i can totally imagine you as a horse 😭😭😭
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kageyama the moon was probably the mvp of that play or at least the brightest star on stage <3
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sugawarassoulmate · 1 year ago
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sugawara would be so ANNOYING. you could have the prettiest, sexiest lingerie and never be able to use them cause suga keeps pouncing on you when you're wearing a big t-shirt and house shorts 😭
you're feeling certified Unsexy™ while scrolling through tiktok on the couch and stuffing your face with chips. and here comes suga sneaking up behind you to massage your shoulders.
"hey, baby" he coos in That voice that he only uses when he's in the mood.
"really? now?" you ask, gesturing towards how messy you look at this very moment — the dorito dust coating your mouth, your leg hair that hasn't been shaved in weeks, and the rat's nest that is your hair.
but suga doesn't really care cause either way you'll look gorgeous to him when he bends you over the couch and fucks you stupid on his fat cock.
"that's my pretty girl," he says in between thrusts. "you look good to me in anything, baby."
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