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fic: Save My Soul (And His) by The_Busy_Beee
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A Cut Above the Rest (Sugawara x Reader) *Request*
*GIF not mine*
Summary: At the Shiratorizawa vs Karasuno game, it breaks your heart to see Sugawara get so excited by Kiyoko’s touch. After a long day of the silent treatment, your boyfriend must show you just how much more you affect him than any other girl around.
A/N: Honestly, this ended up better than I thought. Sorry it took me a while, and I’m not gonna lie, the other requests are probably gonna take just as long. My life is just a little sucky right now, so please have some patience. Still, hope you like it!
Word count: 2923
Sugawara and Kiyoko were close-- they were friends, after all. But seeing him blush after she held his hands during a volleyball game was too much.
The sight of it made your stomach churn. His face was completely red as he jerked his hands away with a shout before bobbing and weaving the others.
“It’s mine! Get your own!”
You could hear him from all the way in the stands, and there was no way the cameras hadn’t caught some of it.
The game against Shiratorizawa was possibly your boyfriend’s last game ever, and he had begged and begged you to come and watch. Of course, you had agreed without much coaxing, but now, all you wanted to do was go home.
Deep in your chest, your heart twinged. When was the last time Sugwara had ever been so aggressive over your touch like that? You couldn’t remember. Part of you felt alienated the instant it happened.
They’re just friends.
Kiyoko’s not the kind of girl to do that.
Koushi would never hurt me like that.
I’m not jealous. I’m not jealous. I’m not…
Was there really a point in lying to yourself? No, the answer is no.
The bitter taste of betrayal slapped you in the face the moment Sugawara had fought so hard to hide Kiyoko’s contact from another’s touch. Maybe your touch just wasn’t as precious to him.
Maybe… maybe Sugawara actually wanted Kiyoko. It wouldn’t be the first time someone had found her more attractive over you. The girl could wear shoes made of dog dookie and boys would still kiss the floor beneath her feet.
But your sweet, loyal boyfriend was the last person you ever expected to jump on that bandwagon when he was in a relationship.
It hurt. Plain and simple. Your heart clenched and your stomach tightened and all you wanted was space, space, space.
So when Sugawara jogged onto the court for the fifth and final set of what could’ve been his last game, he glanced into the stands with an excited grin to see… no one.
“Where’s YN?”
~~~
The next day at school was hard, but ignoring Sugawara was even harder. Though he wasn’t in your class as you were only a second year, it seemed like he was everywhere, all at once.
Every corner you turned, he was there. Each class you passed, he was inside, asking a question you already knew the answer to.
I’m right here, I just don’t want you to see me.
A majority of it was just pure pettiness, but the last little inkling was fear. After avoiding him for so long, you still weren’t sure you could keep it together once he finally caught up to you.
Last night, your phone was blown up with texts, every one of them inquisitive.
“Did you hear we won our game?”
“Where did you go?”
“Are you gonna answer me?”
“Did something happen?”
“Are you okay?”
You didn’t answer a single one of them, instead choosing the age-old tradition of a silent treatment.
Lunch was the hardest. You always ate with Sugawara out in the courtyard under your favorite tree. Your back would rest against his chest and you would feed him part of your lunch, him always returning the favor.
So you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty while you nibbled on a chip, watching from your desk in a classroom on the second level of the school as Sugawara bolted out into the courtyard. His gray head of hair hung low as he made his way back inside the second he noticed you weren’t there. He shoved his hands into his pockets and lowered his gaze, observing his shoes as he scuffed them with every step.
You weren’t an evil bitch-- why would seeing him like that not hurt you? It was just… you couldn’t forget his look of pure awe as Kiyoko touched him, like he had just been blessed by a goddess.
You knew you were nothing special. No matter how many times Sugawara told you that was wrong, you just knew it. But a part of you still wanted to believe that Sugawara had meant what he said all those times.
~~~
“YN, open up!”
A fist pounded on your door with hefty conviction. It hadn’t backed down for the past twenty minutes, and honestly, it seemed like it never would.
“I know you’re home, YN! Please, just answer the door!”
With parents still at work, you were all alone at the house. There were no school projects or assignments, no homework or work-work; it was one of those few days in a year you would use to go to your boyfriend’s house and “study.”
“I’m not leaving until you let me in, YN!”
After ignoring him all day at school, you knew you wouldn’t be off the hook for long. Sugawara always worried about you like this. There wasn’t a day gone by that you two hadn’t at least contacted each other via phone, so there was no doubt he knew something was up.
But you stayed put on the living room couch, wrapped up in a blanket and hugging yourself while trying to convince yourself the tears were just allergies.
“YN!”
There was a saddened whine in his voice, like a hint of desperation.
You wondered if he was hurting like you. Would he be as jealous if you acted that way with somebody else? Would it pain him to see you blush and value another boy’s touch? Would he even care?
Or were you just being childish?
In every relationship lies one secret insecurity. One person’s more attractive, another’s skinnier, another’s taller. Another may be smarter or another may have a more stable life. There’s always a possible hamartia. And yours?
Sugawara was older than you.
He never treated you like a child, though he had that habit. His friend group was all older, and yours, of course, was younger.
It was only a year, but in high school, that made all the difference. Girls his age, in his class, always spending time around him were bound to go after him at some point. At least, that’s what you always assumed. You’ve never told Sugawara any of it-- of your fears that there was another girl who he talked to that one day might just peel him right from your grasp-- you didn’t want him to think you were being childishly insecure.
And so, seeing Sugawara with Kiyoko made your volcano of unease erupt.
“YN, please!”
But you didn’t want to lose him. God, you really didn’t want to let him go. He was kind and loving and made you feel things you’d never felt before.
“Hey.”
So you slithered out of your nest of blankets and opened the door.
In a word, he looked disheveled. His hair stuck up in every which way, unkempt tufts barely catching the light of your porch. His hand, still frozen in the air to keep knocking, shook in place. But what most rattled you to your core was his face.
He looked… scared. If you didn’t know any better, you might’ve thought a murderer was after him. The cold of what was eight p.m. in March had bitten his cheeks and nose to a nice pink color. Angry lines framed worried, hazel eyes that widened at the sight of you. Or more, the tear streaks you had failed to hide.
“YN,” he sounded winded, “what happened?”
Now. Right now was the moment you had been dreading. Unloading all of your personal insecurities onto another person was quite possibly the hardest thing to do, mostly because you knew nothing could be done about it.
“I…” The words were trapped, caught in your throat in a nasty combination of crap you could only hack up in the form of a sob. “I, um.” And that’s all you could say.
For a solid two minutes, Sugawara waited patiently for nothing. His brows rose in a gesture of take your time, but after seeing your lips stay zipped instead of opening and closing with the possibility of words, he must’ve gotten the hint.
He nodded then pursed his lips. “Okay then. Why don’t we… well, come with me. I want to show you something.”
Without another word, he snagged your hand and tugged you out of your house before closing the door.
“Maybe you can tell me what’s up once we’re there.”
~~~
The drive wasn’t long, but by the time it was over, Sugawara’s headlights and the moon were the only lights around.
The local park sign greeted you once he helped you out of his car, closing the door for you before grabbing your hand and leading you away.
You were surprised at how warm his fingers were when they intertwined with your own, flexing against yours out of habit while Sugawara tugged you around.
“There,” he muttered under his breath, leading you right to the thickest oak tree around. The trees were few and far between in the clearing where you two settled, and just barely in the distance could you see the plastic playground of the city.
“Come on.” After taking a seat against the rough trunk, he pulled you down into his lap with a soft smile. Like always, your back leaned into his front, which worked as a heater in the slight breeze of the night. His hands wound around your waist and hugged you flush against him with not even an inch to spare. Both of your guys' legs lay straight out, his just outside your own but pushing them close enough together that one almost sat on top of the other.
Instinctively, your hands relaxed down onto his thighs, and you finally let yourself relax back into his form.
The silence was nice and peaceful. For a moment, you forgot why he had even brought you there. When you truly let go and wound your arms up behind Sugawara’s neck, he decided to break it.
“So… do you want to talk about it?”
Not really, but you knew you had to. Tonight, you just wanted this undisturbed moment with him. You just wanted to listen to the trees rustle and the crickets chirp, all with him by your side. But you knew that if you wanted more moments like this, you had to start talking.
“Koushi,” you sighed and shook your head, “yesterday, at… at the game, right?”
“Yeah?”
“You and Kiyoko got really, um, really close.” You could feel him suck in a breath, but he let it out slowly before humming for you to continue.
“I think I see where this is going.”
You weren’t sure what to make of that response, so you kept speaking. “You held hands and-- God, I feel so stupid, but it made me kind of… jealous.”
“And that’s why you ignored me all day?”
Out loud, it sounded ridiculous-- ridiculous and foolish. So why did the memory of them still hurt?
“Yeah. Basically.”
You wanted to say more. You wanted to explode and confess, just let loose of all the feelings you’ve kept rammed up for months of being with him, but you just didn’t want to run the risk of losing him.
You loved him. At least, you think you did. It’s only been so many months, but when he wasn’t around, you missed him, and when he was around, your heart raced with excitement. Seeing him with Kiyoko almost made it look like things were one-sided.
“Kiyoko and I are just friends.”
A log broke away from the dam in your chest, increasing your need to let loose.
“Yeah, I know.” Your voice was tight, and there was no chance Sugawara hadn’t heard it. His fingers started dancing along your stomach, slipping up your shirt only so far as the skin below your belly button before splaying along the hot flesh.
“YN, I know you’re still not telling me something. Please, you can talk to me. I’m your boyfriend, and I’m here for you.”
The level of comfort those words held, Sugawara had no idea. Your heart fluttered at just their meaning. Someone was there for you, and they wanted to listen.
So you spoke.
“I just,” you didn’t know why, but your eyes began to burn with tears, “I know I’m not that girl, you know? The one that everybody would love to talk to and stops and stares at. The one that people would kill to touch or smell or something. And I know that’s weird or selfish, but God, I just hated seeing you with a girl like that.”
“YN-”
“Kiyoko’s perfect,” you continued, throat constricting the more you choked out. “I know that. Everyone loves her and wants her, but…” The first salty trail paved its way down your cheek. “Koushi, I want to be that girl sometimes. It’s gonna sound vain, but I really wanted to be that girl to you. But maybe I needed to be knocked down a peg like that.”
“YN!” His voice rose and cracked, and his forehead dropped to your shoulder. “Please, please don’t think those things about yourself. Please.” With an open-mouthed kiss to your neck, he shook his head. “I don’t want the girl I love thinking these things. I want you to be happy. I want to make you happy. You must not see it, but you’re that girl to me all the time.”
Another kiss, this one sloppier as he bit back his own tears.
“Koushi-”
“I hate making a fool of myself in front of you.” Kiss. “I hate how I still feel like a little schoolboy whenever I see you.” Kiss. “Fuck, I mean, my hands shake and my heart flutters and I just know my damn palms are sweating but I still want to hold you.” Kiss. “And YN, when I hold you, I can’t even think straight.” His entire back has curled in over your form like a shield. “My heart just pounds like crazy and I feel so stupid because I keep thinking that we’ve been together for so long and I still get so excited to see you, like a damn toddler on Christmas.”
The two hands under your shirt travel to your sides so Sugawara can turn you in his lap until you’re facing him head on. Then they peel away and cup your face, fingers stroking the skin while Sugawara stares at you with what could only be described as pure love in his eyes.
Just the sight of it robs the air from your chest. Breathless couldn’t describe it, but a rush of elation could. Your stomach twinged with excitement as you swallowed up the unfiltered allegiance Sugawara was swearing to you with his soft, hazel eyes.
“YN, I can’t believe you thought anybody else could make me feel something more than you.” A thumb brushes over your lips while he shakes his head. “You must be blind.”
When your hands reach up to tangle into his hair, he only allows one of them to complete the trip. The other, meanwhile, is caught by the wrist. Sugawara leads your hand to his chest, pressing your palm flat against the space hiding his heart.
“Can you feel it?” You do. His heart is pounding, much like your own. The speed and force of each thump under your palm has you leaning your cheek into his other hand. “There’s that smile I love so much.” His thumb runs over your upturned lips once more, and you can’t help but blush.
“Koushi.”
“Hmm?” His eyes are still locked on your lips, but they slam shut once you pull him into a kiss. A moan escapes his throat at the feeling. It’s passionate and thankful and loving. It washes your worries away and has you confront the warm, soft truth: you’re in love with him, and that’s what matters. You’re urged to separate only for a truly desperate need of air, and even then the distance between you barely grows.
His hot breath warms your cheeks as he dips his forehead against yours, dropping his hands to wrap your legs around his waist. Fingers massage the flesh of your thighs as he keeps his eyes closed, lips searching for yours once again only to be stopped by a giggle. His eyes flash open at the sound, crinkling at the corners when his mouth curls into a confused smile.
“What?”
“Nothing, nothing.” In all honesty, you feel like you're on cloud nine, riding a wave of pure bliss. “It’s just…” your hand pats against his chest, rumpling the white t-shirt he’s wearing. “Your heart’s beating really fast. Maybe we should take a little break.”
Sugawara chuckles and leans back against the tree, ducking your face into the crook between his neck and his shoulder with a hand in your hair.
“Trust me, princess. When you’re nearby, it always beats this fast.”
Telling Him He’s Hot (Haikyuu!! Fake Texts)
(Setter Version)
A/N: Not much again. Gets a lil saucy at times, just a warning. Enjoy, and thank you for 1.4k followers!
currently thinking abt perv!sugawara ... anything u do makes him so hard and when he finally gets to fuck u, he’s saying the filthiest shit to u, telling u ur too pretty not to ruin n overstimulating u bc he’s genuinely drunk on how good u feel ... thoughts? 😁
>.>
— pervert! sugawara + mentions of pantie ripping + pierced dick! sugawara + minor dub con + creampie + f! reader
his gazes are always lingering over you. you can feel the heavy weight of it, but everytime you look directly at him it’s morphed into something sweet and light.
it’s when you turn your head to look away that it’s heavy once more.
he always treats you so well; offering to open doors, gives you any seat you want, drapping his jacket over your shoulders when you’re cold.
koushi always tells you with a velvet tone just how cute you are, doting easily upon you. he doesn’t tell you how it’s your cute face the only thing that flitters through his mind when he fists his cock over and over in bed- always after being around you, the scent of your hair fresh in his mind. he grasps at the memory of you while he does, it’s always that much sweeter when you’ve just left his home.
he doesn’t know how he got you like this, disbelief that he’s tasting, touching, feeling the real thing that is you.
the confession tumbles from his lips like a prayer, eyes lidded- once more looking at you. this time wanting you to see how he drinks in the form of you so nice and pretty under him.
“dreamt about this... for a long time.” sugawara whispers, the deep and twisted satisfaction of seeing your wrists turn in his hold- tugging to test the strength of his one hand capturing both of them in a frantic need.
“watched you every change i had- wanting you for no one else but me... and now that i have you...” he sighs, tugging his hips forward, dragging the weight of him through your folds.
“i almost don’t wanna do anything else.”
lips curl up into a smile, crescent eyes so pretty and soft- clear juxtaposition to the way his naked and pierced cock is lying over your cunt, ripped panties and bottoms forgotten in a messy pile by your hip.
“too pretty- don’t wanna messy up your cute cunt, my love.”
the high whine that leaves your lips sounds like the prettiest symphony he’s ever heard, like a bell.
your frantic wiggling once the piercing bumps against your clit makes it all so much better- he doesn’t comment on it, lets you figure it out while you stare at him with big dumb eyes- knowing exactly that there’s that odd foreign hardness lying nice on the tip of him.
he nods slightly no words needed to confirm your unspoken question, watching your lips part- gasping.
how you look and sound beneath him by far exceeding the nastiest and wildest dreams that have plagued him since he’s had the pleasure of seeing you for the first time- so seemingly unobtainable, but now lying tummy up on his bed- drooling all over the underside of his throbbing cock.
there was a certain want to edge himself- truly not wanting to distort the pretty picture he’s painted of you in his head- but if you look this good, already feel this good and receptive and needy... the thought of sliding his cock inside you would surely be euphoric.
he shivers at the way your slick paints the heavy metal pierced through the tip of his cock, air cooling down the metal significantly.
it’s enough for him to swallow down the need to keep you squirming and whining for him.
“gunna warm my cock- nice and wet inside you, can i?”
it’s all rhetorical- knowing you want him like he wants you, sliding in before the sentence leaves his mouth.
his head tips forward, mouth agape with every breath that leaves his mouth in heavy pants, eyes wide at how tight you squeeze around him.
he swears he can feel even more of your arousal squeeze out of your tight velvet walls once he bottoms out; painting his pubes and crotch with it all.
now that sugawara has you- he’s never going to let you go, now knowing that the fantasy he’s made in his head of you would and could never compare to the real you.
he swipes a tongue over his lips, once again letting another frame of imagination bleed through while he fucks you, keenly watching your body jolt with the impact of him eagerly pounding you down into the bed.
“gunna c-cum inside you!” he gasps, shaking at your climaxing body, seizing up over and over- a tear slipping from his eyes at how good it all is.
he once again doesn’t give you a moment of reprieve- choosing instead to give in and spurt heavy load after load inside you, huffing out an incredulous laugh at everything; how much cum he’s pumping eagerly into your pulsing squelching walls, how it’s being squeezed out- lying in thick globs where you two meet.
he’s finally got you- he’s got you and you’re all his, cuming sweetly around his cock, clawing at him for more, dick nestled impossibly tight inside as he lets load after load sit inside you.
i have a headcannon that daichi, suga, and asahi go on hikes every weekend together and everytime i think about it i cry a little bit they’re so cute
NOBODY ASKED BUT HERE ARE THE TOP 10 MOST UNDERRATED HAIKYUU SHIPS (in my opinion of course)
10. narikino (narita x kinoshita)
all i can think about is them dishing tea while everyone else isn’t paying attention
9. yamayama (kageyama x yamaguchi)
it has the same energy as kagehina expect less competitiony and i love it ALSO LOOK AT THEIR SHIP NAME IT’S AWESOME
8. akaken (akaashi x kenma)
imagine the pure sass that would come from this pairing
7. sugkuroo (suga x kuroo)
i!! love them!!
6. kyouhaba (kyoutani x yahaba)
simply not talked about enough i mean look at them
5. kanoyachi (kanoka x yachi)
this ones been getting a little bit more traction lately but not enough
4. yakulev (yaku x lev)
angry small and dumbass tall??? perfect.
3. tsukiyamayachi (tsukishina x yamaguchi x yachi)
one of my personal favorite poly ships it’s just so cute!!
2. oisuga (oikawa x suga)
need i say more
1. TANOYA (tanaka x noya)
absolutley NOBODY talks about this ship ever and i think it’s so cute!! totally deserves more love
𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 | 𝐤.𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐨 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/136877490-%F0%9D%90%AF%F0%9D%90%9E%F0%9D%90%A7%F0%9D%90%9D%F0%9D%90%A2%F0%9D%90%A7%F0%9D%90%A0-%F0%9D%90%A6%F0%9D%90%9A%F0%9D%90%9C%F0%9D%90%A1%F0%9D%90%A2%F0%9D%90%A7%F0%9D%90%9E-%F0%9D%90%A4-%F0%9D%90%AD%F0%9D%90%A8%F0%9D%90%9B%F0%9D%90%A2%F0%9D%90%A8
ハイキュー !!
❝ catching feelings after daily conversations and several packets of yogurt drinks next to a vending machine-yeah, that's our story. ❞
in which two teenagers bond over daily conversations at a vending machine
haikyuu memes pt.1
sugawara as your boyfriend
my brain is currently rotting bc of suga ! love him so much so i definitely went heavy in the simp department </3
the most chaotic person ever
everyone thinks he’s the sweetest but he annoys you for sport an actual menace
will pinch you just for fun
definitely unplugged your phone charger while you were using it
then used it for his own phone :/
don’t try to get him back, i promise you’ll regret it (he always has something up his sleeve)
but he always makes up for it so maybe it’s not so bad
not true, he sabotaged your spotify wrapped by playing your least favorite artist when you weren’t around
pretty lowkey about your relationship. he doesn’t mind people knowing— but prefers not to share details
if you ask suga for help with your homework, he’ll either tease you or doodle on your arm
only serious 5% of the time
his favorite dates are game nights
arcades ? laser tag ? board games ? basically, anything where he can be competitive
please don’t ever play monopoly, he’s vicious and will kick your ass
will force you to get up early with him to be “productive” (rip night owls aka me)
koushi’s the type to ask to read you to sleep but wake you up every time you doze off because he has to “finish the job”
surprises you with little trinkets (a random bracelet he made, a charm he bought at a vendor, polaroid pictures from when he was younger)
somehow convinced you to get a pet with him
you now have 3 ferrets and 5 goldfish :’)
suga loves to go on long drives with you. doesn’t care who drives or where you’re going, he loves any time spent with you
you’ll be gone for a day and a half because he didn’t want to go home tbh same
will get a bunch of matching t-shirts when you guys go on roadtrips
hope you enjoyed :) likes and reblogs are much appreciated ♡
them : is it hot in here or is it just you
you : what
them : what
NISHINOYA, atsumu, tendou, tanaka (he used this on kiyoko), MATTSUN, konoha, sugawara
Yaku: So, who is Karasuno’s Captain?
Sugawara: Whoever can yell the loudest.
It's nothing just karasuno being babies
haikyuu icons. ☆
pls rb/like if you save.
oh to be so happy you could cry | hinata x reader
Just a fluffy fic about how it feels to be with hinata, based off of this spotify playlist🥰 > https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5p33ROYi22Xf3KwOxiqTZ7?si=CFjb29C3S7Sx6cqPAQ9kFA <
It was the way we met.
The way your eyes caramelized down at mine as your hand reached out to me.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. Are you okay?”
Words didn’t seem to form as I lost myself in your aura. It was bright and warm, like a little campfire in the midst of a dark forest. It didn’t matter that I was lying flat on my butt in the middle of the hall. It didn’t matter that you were the one who bumped into me either. Nor did it matter that the annoyed mutters of your best friend and students cutting around us were being spewed. It was just you. And me. And a non-existent spotlight. Shining on us.
It was the way I could watch you forever.
The way you glistened, and looked like a star.
Like a crow, you jumped. Flying so high, the crowd was astounded by the dangerous light radiating off of you.
You were a cinema. Embodying shear, ethereal emotion in every spiked ball, and in everlasting gaze. You were focused. Concentration ran thick, but don’t worry. I always noticed you looking.
I noticed when you looked over every time your feet touched the hardwood floor after pushing the ball into the other side of the court. And every time Kageyama called you an idiot. And every time there was a time out. Every time. I never stopped watching.
And neither did you.
It was the way you cared. And the way you didn’t.
The way you always know what’s good for me.
“You need to stop.”
“Can’t. Need to get this done. Sorry.” My incoherent sentences, if you could call them that, were laughable looking back on it. However, you didn’t care.
You reached over and lowered the screen of my laptop. Then, you closed my book. Then, you took my pens and pencils and slid them into their cubby. Then, you swirled my chair towards you, pulled me out, and collapsed onto the bed with me in your arms.
“You always tell me to take breaks when I practice for too long. Why don’t you take a break too?” I stared at you, wide eyed. I must’ve looked like a deranged fish as the hypocrisy of my words dawned on me.
It led to a smile. Which led to decreasing proximity. Which led to a kiss. Which led to us cradling each other until the morning broke.
It was the way you were there.
The way you were my antidote. My remedy. My angel. My everything.
“Shhh, I’m here. They can’t hurt you. I won’t let them.” Your usually boisterous voice dimmed to match the darkness that surrounded us. It was gruff, and shaky, as if you were holding in your own tears. A million needles were stabbing your heart. It hurt you to hear my fragmented sobs. It hurt you to see my arms shaking, even if they were being held tightly by your own.
I’m still sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You were never meant to see me like that.
But you were there. You were there to wipe the tears away. You were there to hold my hand. You were there to make me smile. You were there to hold me when I was broken.
“I’m here.” You said again.
And that’s all I needed to hear, as the night drifted into depths of our love.
It was the way you fly, but never leave me behind.
The way you shared your dreams.
“What if we just… fly away? We’re free to fly, right?” Your beady eyes scanned my closed lids. Hoping to find unspoken answers.
“Where would we fly to?”
“Somewhere far,” you whispered into a smile. Your eyes shifted their focus down the hill we laid on, the ball of flame tucking itself behind the mountains and into the horizon.
“I see, but I can’t fly like you can, Shoyo.” My fingers flowed through the curves of your orange tresses solemnly. It’d grown longer over the last three years. It felt like time was slipping as easily as my fingers did.
“I’ll take you with me.” Your hands joined mine, interlocking our fingers into a tight hold. And so did your eyes, interlocking with mine.
“Wherever?”
“Wherever.”
It was the way we lied.
The way the saline liquid trailed down our down facing faces.
“When did you decide?” I gasped out, hands on your shoulder so as to not fall to my knees.
“Second year. You?” You weren’t doing any better, failing to conceal the trembling of your body.
“Second year. How long?”
“Two years. You?”
“Two years. When are you leaving?”
“July. You?”
“July.”
A long pause ensued, followed by the melody of sweet laughter. It was like honey, smooth and rich, masking the wave we were succumbing ourselves to. Your grip around my waist grew looser, pushing me farther away to get a good, long look at my face.
“Even when we’re going our own ways, we end up having the same plans, don’t we?” Your brilliant smile showed itself once again.
“Yeah we do.” A chuckle escaped from my mouth. “So, beach volleyball in Brazil, huh? That’s amazing.”
“Mmhmm! I’ll be the best, I'll make it worth it. I swear!” You shook your head excitedly and raised your fist, a determined expression painting your face.
“I don’t doubt that for a second.”
“Also, don’t act like going to Canada for university isn’t cool either. That’s SUPER cool! It’s really really really cold, right? Don’t get sick, okay? And you’ll meet so many cool people too! Like… um like, Ryan Gosling and Deadpool! Could you get me their autographs?!”
“Sure!” I laughed as my hands reached your once tear stricken face. Memorizing the curves of your face, the smoothness of your skin, and the colour of your lips. “You know, Shoyo. We won’t be together, but when we look up at the sky, it’ll still be the same galaxy we’re looking at.”
“It sure will be. I won’t be far. I’m here,” You repeat.
It was the way I saw you in my dreams.
The way you picked up the phone whenever I called.
“Hey! What’s shakin’ bacon?”
“What’s shakin’ bacon? What kinda english are you learning in Brazil, Shoyo?” I giggled into my cell phone.
“Dragon Ball Z teaches me english better than my old teachers ever could. Also was that not romantic? I thought you loved bacon.” I could just imagine you holding your phone between the flesh of your cheek and shoulder, balancing a volleyball in one hand, and waving to the Brazilian locals you would’ve gotten closer to. Sharing the smile that would’ve been projected at me.
“I love pancakes so much more! Anyways, I had a dream about you last night.”
“Really? What was it about? Was I your prince charming?!”
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“Baby, I wasn’t even close to being your prince charming.” Your voice sounded defeated. “How am I supposed to be a good boyfriend if dream me just decided to casually kill you with an ostrich egg?!” I couldn’t help but chuckle at your silly antics. It was an energy boost just to even hear your voice.
“Aww Shoyo, don’t think that! You’re my best boy.” I smiled to myself, knowing that we’d be seeing each other soon.
“Mmm. I miss you, a lot. I’m glad you’re thinking of me.”
“I miss you too.” I remember taking a sharp breath in, almost as if it hurt to make a sound. “And, Shoyo? Always. You live in my head all day.”
It was the way your love felt electric.
The way even after all this time away from each other, you held me the same way.
Sparks ignited as your hands dug into the flesh of my hips. Sirens sang through every sweet word you placed into the nape of my neck. Even in the act of impurity, I only saw the glowing angel that you were, as you caged me beneath you, taking me in the way you know best.
You were gentle and slow, taking your sweet time to make up for all that was lost.
It had been a long time coming. The highest high, for so many without you. It was overwhelming. A wave of raw emotions rolled over me as we reached our peaks, taking away what little breath I had left to spare, but it couldn’t be helped.
“You’re crying.” You looked askance, as we slept facing each other on the sides of our bodies. “Did I hurt you?” Your eyes pleaded guilty, when they shouldn’t have.
Yet still, you were beautiful, like a bottle filled with lightning and sweet dreams.
Little did I know, you were thinking the same thing about me too.
“I’m so happy. I’m happy you’re here with me.” My hands reached your radiating hair. “I’m happy I get to run my fingers through your hair.” They slid down to your eyes. “I’m happy I get to see you see me.” They slid down to your lips. “I’m happy that I ca-”
Before I knew it your lips were on mine again, tongues dancing with each other as if the last two hours didn’t even happen.
It was the way your love felt so fresh and new. The way you would never let go of me. The way your smile outshines a thousand splendid suns. The way I feel reborn every time we touch.
The world around us melted, as we got lost in our love. It was like we just met. Just you. And me. And the way you made me so happy, I could cry.
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Goodmorning! It’s 11:37 pm and idk how to use tumblr so here we go! This is a piece I made based off of Kkumri’s fanart of E-Boi Kags ;)
Someone plz teach me how to draw hair smh
