Storms W/sugawara

storms w/sugawara

hey guys, i'm back with another story featuring sugawara (aka. my fuckin cinnamon apple)!! this was requested by a lovely anon and i'm so glad i got this request bc suga is my favorite (wow tell us something we don't know). this one's for you anon, i hope you all enjoy!! i kinda hate the ending though so bear with me

- arson >:)

sugawara x gn reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: very slightly suggestive moment, but it's all fluffy otherwise ;)

also before this starts: cerounophile = lover of thunderstorms

thunderstorms have always been something you’ve adored. even when you were little, and most other kids in your class ducked under tables, trying to hide away from the loud crashes and rumbles, you always sat there, staring starry-eyed out the window of your classroom. to you, there’s no better feeling than grabbing a blanket and curling up near the window to revel in the beautiful display of nature, and every time you hear that familiar boom, you feel at home.

It was a saturday evening, and you sat in your living room mindlessly flitting through the channels on your tv, when you felt your phone vibrate. your reach into the pocket of your boyfriend’s oversized hoodie and smile upon checking the notification:

[koushi <3: just picked up dinner, be home in ten ;)]

[can't wait :))] you respond.

just as you rise to go set the table, a weather alert pops up on the tv:

BREAKING NEWS: SEVERE THUNDERSTORM EXPECTED AROUND 7PM IN MIYAGI PREFECTURE, ALL CITIZENS ENCOURAGED TO SAY INSIDE

while most would see this as an inconvenience, that starry-eyed look returns to your face. completely forgetting about the table, you dash up to your bedroom and look out the window. a billow of cumulonimbus clouds has already started to form. you hastily open the closet door, searching for the warmest blanket you can find. pillows are thrown off of the bed and onto the floor near the bean-bag chair you oh-so-elegantly dragged near your window.

everything was set. pillows fluffed, blanket retrieved, and the rain had already started to fall. you plopped down on the bean-bag and curled up in the blanket. there was a childlike wonder about your face and you were so giddy you could barely sit still.

the rain was coming down hard now, and you began to feel a little worried. suga wasn’t home yet, and it had already been 15 minutes. but as soon as you heard that familiar rumble, you fell into your ceraunophilic trance once again, and all of your worries melted away.

just then, the sound of keys rattling filled the lower level of your house, as a very wet suga walked in.

“damn, it’s really coming down out there,” suga whispered to himself as he hastily made his way inside your home, observing his now soaked clothes.

“y/n i'm back, and i got your favorite!!” he shouted in a sing-songy voice.

his calls fell on deaf ears however, your focus was elsewhere, the storm capturing you in your little world.

“babe?” he questioned, worry piquing his voice, “i’m home, so come on down, the food is getting cold!!”

no response.

they probably just have their headphones on full blast again. he thought to himself.

koushi set the food down and discarded his shoes at the doorstep before heading to the upstairs bedroom. he expected to see you wildly dancing to whatever music filled your ears, but what he was met with an almost pitch black room- the only light coming from a small lantern next to the beanbag chair and the open window.

he knocked twice on the door, finally managing to break you from your trance.

“koushi!” you exclaimed, “you’re home!”

“yeah, i have been for like 5 minutes now dummy,” he chuckled.

“oh, sorry,” you laughed, a bit embarrassed, “but holy shit you’re soaked!”

“yeah it’s raining like crazy out there and i didn’t bring my umbrella, or raincoat today,”

“well hurry up and dry off honey, you’re gonna miss it,” you said, turning your attention back to the window again.

he cocked his head questioningly, “miss what?”

“just go,” you pushed. he put his hand up in surrender and compiled.

koushi began to undress, taking off his work shirt and placing it on a drying rack in the corner of your bedroom. you found yourself sneaking quick looks at him. his toned, slender frame never failing to captivate you. you tried to be discreet, but you were full on staring now, gawking at him like a kid in a candy store.

he moved to the drawers to find a t-shirt, but felt a pair of eyes boring into him. he turned his head a bit only to see you quickly shift your attention back to the window, trying to act like you weren't just ogling his abs just then.

“see something you like?” he smirked, “take a picture love, it’ll last longer.”

“just go dry off,” you said dismissively, trying to hide your embarrassment.

his honeyed laughter rang through your bedroom and he gathered the last of his clothes and went to the bathroom in search of a towel. you smiled to yourself, rolling your eyes as your attention turned back to the window.

a short time later, the smell of something absolutely delicious filled your nose. you quickly turned to see sugawara with an assortment of takeout boxes and utensils in his hands.

“i got your favorite,” he smiled, setting everything down in front of you.

thanking him, you begin practically tearing open the boxes taking some for yourself and passing some to koushi, excited to eat the meal with him.

as soon as you both were settled, he spoke up, “so, what’d you say i was going to miss?”

BOOM

immediately after he spoke, the loudest thunderclap you had ever heard roared in both of your ears and a bold streak of lighting lit up the whole neighborhood.

you and koushi, shocked looks plastered on your faces, turned to each other.

“that.” you remarked.

you both laughed at that little comment and the silly looks on each other’s faces, and settled back down in the beanbag chair to eat your meal.

thunder continued to roar outside. droplets of rain collected on the glass of your bedroom window, sliding off of it in haphazard streaks. lightning strikes every now and then, illuminating the world for a brief moment. you watched the extravagant display with pure awe in your eyes, unable to peel away from it.

but koushi... he spent his time staring at you, his eyes fixed on your exhilarated expression. he watched as the shadows of the raindrops cast on your face, he gazed at your smile, that seemed impossibly big, impossibly bright. and when the lighting struck, illuminating your features for that brief moment, you looked so… beautiful. so impossibly ethereal. like mother nature herself shone a spotlight directly on your face. he swore he had never seen something so beautiful in his life.

you tried your best to pay full attention to the storm, but the gaze boring into you was a bit distracting.

a smirk quirked on your lips as you faced him, leaning in so that you faces were millimeters apart,

“take a picture love, it’ll last longer.”

now it was his turn to turn away, flustered.

you giggled at his embarrassment relishing in the pink tint that now decorated his face.

“i hate you,” he joked, joining you in your laughing fit.

“no you don’t,” you countered, playfully swatting his shoulder.

there was a moment of air before you felt koushi’s delicate fingers caress your chin, gently tilting your face up towards his.

“you’re right, i don’t,” he whispered, bringing you even closer, “in fact- you’re the very thing i love most in this world.”

koushi’s lips brushed against yours for a moment and you looked up into his eyes. there was nothing but pure adoration gazing back at you. he meant every word- he does love you, and the kiss you then shared proved it. there was so much passion and tenderness behind the moment your lips locked. so much devotion and warmth, neither of you could help but melt into it, wanting to further lose yourselves in each other’s embrace.

however, the lack of oxygen made itself apparent and you had to pull away from each other, breathless and giddy.

koushi breathily chuckled as you reached out and held his face, brushing the mole that adorned his left cheek. giving him the same adoring gaze he flashed you not moments ago.

so cute, he thought to himself kissing your palm in return.

koushi’s arm found purchase around your waist pulling you into his chest. his heart jumped against your ears, the pace of his heartbeat slowing to match yours; your heartstrings strumming a melody only you two would ever hear. and you spent the rest of the night like this, bathing in each others’ warmth until your eyelids went heavy and you were both lulled to sleep by the sound of the roaring thunder.

crying

it’s 10:04 pm and you’re baking a birthday cake with sugawara koushi in your tiny kitchen as moon river plays to the side on the small radio you had bought years ago, as rain pours down on your windows and wisps in though the open balcony doors, as he throws a smile your way, as he pecks your cheek and smears blue frosting on your nose and laughs.

and you can’t help but smile. “sorry we didn’t get to go on a picnic. i know you were looking forward to it.”

“nah, it’s okay,” he starts, drawing blue flowers with the frosting, “we can always go next week. i’m just glad i got to spend my birthday with you.”

“i love you, koushi.”

he looks up from the cake and smiles and it feels like the world stops spinning, it feels like he’s pulled the moon down for you. “i love you, too,” he says, cups your face and plants a kiss to your lips, “more than anything else in the world.” and he kisses you once more and forgets about the cake - leans into the feeling of your fingers tangled in his hair, of the way your legs wrap around his waist. “i’ll always, always love you. no matter what.”

please why did i laugh at the back of his head

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hi!! i love ur writing an <3 could i possibly request a scenario or hcs (whichever is better for you!) for suga with an s/o who has a mole in the same place he does? i’ve always been insecure abt mine, so seeing suga have the same one makes my heart melt 💕 ty !!

OMGGG THATS SO CUTE OF COURSE!!! and thank you btw i'm SUPER glad you're enjoying my writing darling <33

im so so sorry this took so long, finals week has been kicking my ASS and it's not even over </3 but you know i had to post this on his birthday of all days, i would never miss that!!

this one's a bit short but i hope you enjoy it love :))

warnings: none :)

sugawara w/ an s/o that has a mole in the same place he does:

i think that’s what first caught his eye when he saw you

i mean he thought you were stunning anyway but this made his want to talk to you more

oh god i feel like he’s make stupid puns about it like... always….

“hey darling, do you want some guaca-MOLE-ee”

and he’d laugh his ass off like it was the funniest thing anyone has ever said

he’d pinch you there. that's it.

he would kiss you there ALL. THE. TIME.

and ofc you would return the favor

i feel like he would say that kissing you there is his “good luck charm”

like if he needed luck before a game, or, in timeskip before a really important meeting, he’ll make it a point of his duty to give you a peck on your mole before he dashes out the door

i feel like koushi is the type to be a poker (and biter LMFAO) so he’d def just poke you there whenever he wants attention

he’s definitely the type to rub circles in your cheek while he kisses you, so you’ll definitely feel the pad of his thumb softly caressing that spot when he does

he’d def take pictures of the two of you together and caption them something like “its twinnem aaaahh” IM SORRY THATS SO FUNNY TO ME

i feel like koushi would run up to daichi or anyone who will listen honestly teeming with excitement and just be like “look, look we match :DD!!”

he'd say it's like your soulmate mark

and if you're ever feeling insecure about your mole he'll never hesitate to remind you that it's one of his favorite parts about you and you're never alone :))

overall he just loves having an s/o that shares such a defining feature with him, it warms his heart!! he is so hopelessly enamored with you and this just makes him fall harder for you every day <3

bring in the whole ass cavalry niggas is wildin

not kaze bullying me about liking shiggy again

bye bc im deadass so in love with this man this is perfect

“wait, really?”

— welcome to sam’s brewery, where we commemorate reaching 500 customers! this event lasts for one week, and will only take up to twenty orders(as above that can become quite overwhelming).

+order: hey :) if there are still spots open for your event, could I maybe ask for “I hate you” “I love you” “wait, really?” with Sugawara Koushi as angst to fluff or hurt/comfort (something in that direction)? Please take all the time you need and if you don’t feel like writing this, don’t worry and just delete this ask ^-^ [submitted by @x-whyareyoureadingthis-x​]

+word count: 1k.

+author’s notes: pls i had so much fun writing this i stg 🥺 i hope you don’t mind me changing up the dialogue just a lil to suit the scene better <3 here is the link to the event masterlist.

You never thought falling in love would be such a pain. 

And you never understood how or why you fell in love in the first place. Maybe it was because of his obliviously pretty smiles, or his caring yet forgetful nature, or the way he always greeted you with that same glint in his eyes—Sugawara Kōshi always managed to make you feel giddy like a child. Your heart always beat faster around him, and your smiles almost always were wider when you spoke to him. 

You didn’t know how to avoid these unnecessary feelings of yours; even after brainstorming for days on end, and trying to get rid of them, you couldn’t. It felt impossible, having to meet him every day while walking to school, or having to walk home with him because he actually didn’t live that far away. Between your high-school years, you never knew how you fell deep for him. And now, being the smart Senior you are, you come up with a fool-proof plan, and that is to avoid your friend—whom you are hopelessly in love with. 

You decide to take the longer routes to school(you were almost late on the first day of your oh-so-perfect plan, so you now set your alarm a little earlier to manage your time better), you hide in the bathroom for a bit before leaving(because he always waits outside the gates for some time till you get back from your club activities), and you make sure to leave the class as soon as the day is over, so he doesn’t have time to even call your name. 

It hurt you. It really did, but it had to be done. You knew someone like him would never reciprocate the feelings you have. What was the point, if you simply built your hopes up, only for them to be shattered in the end? What was the point, for you to build a skyscraper full of expectations if they were to only end in tears?

So you cower behind this game of hide-n-seek. It was your ultimate method to forget.

It was all going perfectly—or so you thought, really, because your feelings still remained. It was like someone put a fake screen in front of your eyes, hypnotizing you into thinking that every single aspect of your so-called plan was working when it actually wasn’t. You still subconsciously cared for him; because every morning, you’d think if he was doing well. Every night, before bed, you’d think if he still smiled the same way. Every time you successfully avoided him, you’d let out a shaky breath, thinking if you’re hurting his feelings while doing the same. 

Today was supposed to be the same, really. You’d gotten up at six, taken the route that was to the opposite side of his home, gotten to school just in the nick of time to avoid being late. And even in the gym period, you ended up making small talk(something you really didn’t like doing) with a few classmates to avoid him. 

Emphasis on ‘today was supposed to be the same’. Because soon enough, you started realizing that today was, indeed, turning out to be a disaster. Your club, the student council, finished up later than you thought. You were handling accounting, and when the calculations were finally finished, you handed them to the President and left in such haste that they’d never seen before. You could swear you heard the President of the Student Council say, “Are they okay?”

“Shit,” you mumble under your breath when you see the same pewter mop of hair walking out of the gym. You stop dead in your tracks, and you’re sure your shoe screeched loudly as you turned on your heel and headed the opposite way. 

You could definitely hear his footsteps. The bathroom was nowhere nearby, and all you could see was the turn towards the library, and at this point, you had no choice. 

You stood there, back against the wall with your eyes closed until a soft yet familiar voice spoke in your ear, “Who are we hiding from?”

You definitely screamed. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” you ask him, his usual smile playing on his face as if you hadn’t been avoiding him for the past month or so. He laughs smally, then says, “Oh, I just came out of the library and saw you standing here with your eyes closed. So, who were you hiding from?”

“None of your business,” you grunt, walking towards the exit(you’re mentally yelling at yourself now, because you could’ve just walked out instead of standing there like a fool).

He follows you—well, not really, because he has to walk in the same direction anyway. This feels like the first time someone ever tries to go to the gym and ends up burning themself out instead because all of the progress you’ve made until now has just sunk. Seeing him again, being this close to him again, making eye contact with him—it all makes your heart flutter with such intensity that it hurts.

“Well, you’ve been avoiding me too. You know, that hurts my feelings, [Y/N],” his teasing tone invokes a blush out of you. And before you know it, you’re mumbling out, “I hate you.”

“Ouch that hurt,” he holds his hand to his heart to fake being offended, but then crouches down to your level and mumbles softly, “I love you though.”

Your eyes go wide, the blush on your cheeks evident as you turn to look at him, “Wait, really?“ 

"Really,” he throws you a smile, ruffling your hair as he continues walking, “I’m guessing you avoided me because you knew?”

“No,” you shake your head as he looks back, “No, I was avoiding you because I think I love you too.”

It all comes together now; all the strings become untied, and it’s in front of you. Falling in love with Sugawara Kōshi was the easy part. It’s admitting to yourself that it happened which was hard. You had built up many walls around you, but he always found a way through. Why, you may ask? Because the boy you’ve fallen in love with decided to build a door to walk through.

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