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@daisugaweek2018
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
No podía evitar ser un poco egoísta. Daichi le regalaba una flor todas las noches. Él le decía un hechizo de protección. Era así como funcionaba. Era un hábito de pareja, y uno que muchas otras parejas considerarían extraño, pero no para ellos.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi Characters: Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi Additional Tags: Dirty Talk, Implied Sexual Content, DaiSuga Week 2018, Español | Spanish Series: Part 12 of (Quiero ser) Todas tus primeras veces, Part 3 of DaiSuga Week 2018 Summary:
Daichi quiere ser por una vez quien sorprenda a Suga con novedades cuando están en la intimidad. Su primer intento sale mejor de lo que habría esperado.
DaiSuga Week 2018, Día 4: Parents/Firsts.
Daisuga Week 2018
Day seven: Mafia, 1867 words.
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“Jack, hey, uh, I think we got a problem.”
Suga felt his lip twitch. “Do we have a problem or do you have a problem?”
The guy on the other side of the door toed a crack in the floor. “I’ve got a problem.”
Not many people knew much about the Jack of Hearts, even within the family. He wasn’t invisible, but he stood on the sideline until he was needed and when he was he got the job done. Suga prided himself on dependability as well as his ability to step back and let others shine when it was the best course of action.
Before joining the family, Suga had a reputation. There were too many bars in too many cities that knew his face well enough to call the cops as soon as they saw him. The people who didn’t like him used his propensity for violence as an excuse to get the authorities involved and the people who liked him had just gotten tired of cleaning up after him. He had grown a lot since joining the King, but he was only a man with moments of weakness.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Pairing: Daichi/Suga
Rating: G
Tags: First Years as Second Years, First Kiss
Summary:
It happens their second year in a room filled to the brim with their teammates. Their first kiss.
For Daisuga Week 2018
Day 7: Kissing
Complete: Yes
Come What May
DaiSuga Week 2018 Day Seven: Mafia or Kissing Rating: G Summary: Before Daichi could stop him, Koushi bolted from the room. Once he was far enough away, he stopped, leaned against the nearest wall, and gasped for breath. He wasn’t just falling in love with Daichi. No, he was deeply, madly in love with him. So much for professional integrity. Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15810462
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Kissing
And we are at the end! Thank you all for your support. Here’s Day 7: Kissing of @daisugaweek2018.
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Sugawara let out a giant sigh and tossed his bag to the floor before vaulting onto the bed.
“Thanks again for letting me stay with you,” he called, voice muffled in the bedspread. He rolled onto his back and smiled at Daichi as he followed him into the room and set his bag aside. “The rooms sold out way faster than I expected!”
“I told you to book months in advance.” Daichi removed his jacket and draped it over the desk.
“I just couldn’t believe that they made it to nationals without their reliable Captain Daichi there to keep them out of trouble.”
Daichi sat on the bed and lay back next to him. “Ennoshita is a great captain. I’m sure he has no problem keeping them in line.”
Sugawara snorted. “Are we thinking about the same Karasuno?”
“It’s not the same,” Daichi said.
Sugawara fell silent.
“It’s not the same,” Daichi repeated, voice softer. “They have new first years. You, me, Asahi, Shimizu… we’re not there anymore. It’s not the same Karasuno.”
“You’re going to make me cry.”
Daichi chuckled and draped an arm over his forehead. “Sorry.”
“Anyway! Thanks for letting me crash with you, Daichi!”
He hummed. “Well, so long as you’re okay with there being only one bed…”
“The floor looks comfy!”
Daichi smiled, knowing exactly what he was going to say next.
“If you get cold down there, I’ll give you an extra blanket,“ Sugawara sang.
“Hell no.”
Sugawara laughed. “Oh c’mon, Daichi. You’re not going to make your guest sleep on the floor, are you?”
“Considering I was the one who paid for the room… yeah.”
“Hey! I offered to pay for half!”
“And I accepted that offer.”
“Ahh, Daichi, you’re so nice to let me stay with you for free!”
Daichi rolled to his side and wrestled Sugawara into a headlock, rubbing his knuckles over his unruly grey hair.
“You damn pest,” he growled while Sugawara laughed and squirmed against him.
“Okay, okay! You can have the bed!” Sugawara pushed him away and Daichi let him go.
“How generous of you,” Daichi sneered and gave his hair one more swipe.
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day 7: kissing - daisuga week 2018
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We really shouldn’t be doing this, Daichi thinks as he follows willingly.
His brain helpfully reminds him he hasn’t been alone with Suga for over two weeks now. Reminds him how much he craves his intimate company.
As Suga leads him with giddy intensity, their brisk walk becomes a hurried jog. The gym comes into view and Suga wrenches the metal door open with one hand. Vaguely, Daichi’s aware of his bag falling from his shoulder, a fumble for keys and for each other, and finally, Suga drawing him closer.
The clubroom is empty, an opportunity begging to be utilised, a sanctuary he’s been entrusted with preserving.
The way Suga tugs on his lip tells him there’s no chance of that happening.
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DaiSuga Week 2018- Part 7
Each day is part of the same story, so be sure to start at the beginning! Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7
Day 7: Kissing
By the time they make it back to Suga’s room the sky has deepened into a rich indigo, Suga’s forearms are aching from the slap of the ball, his fingertips tingling comfortably, and he has held Daichi’s hand three entire times. It’s even better than he thought it would be, and he hates to let go once they step inside.
“It’s so small,” Daichi says, looking around after they’ve shut the door behind themselves.
“It basically doesn’t exist,” Suga says, stepping away from Daichi to shove the volleyball back in its little corner. “I wasn’t sure where you’d want to sleep, but…”
“Oh, uh… I’m fine anywhere,” Daichi says, as if there are more than two options. The tiny bed, or the tiny amount of floor space. If Daichi stretches out on the rug, there will literally be nowhere to walk.
“We can just share the bed,” Suga says quickly, because this is what he wants, and if he rushes the words he won’t have time to get flustered about them. “If you don’t mind being squished.”
Daichi shakes his head. “Do you?”
“What do you think?” Suga asks, sitting down on the bed and scooting to the far side of it, against the wall. There’s nothing he’d like more than to be as close to Daichi as possible.
“I think,” Daichi says, sitting next to him and then stretching out on his side, “that I’ve spent… a lot of time trying to picture you here, when we’ve been talking at night. And now I can.”
“Is it weird that I’ve spent a lot of time trying to picture you here, too?”
“Not in my own bed?”
“That too,” Suga says, matching Daichi’s position so that they’re mirroring each other, only inches between them. “But I didn’t want you far away from me, I wanted you right here.”
“I’m here,” Daichi says softly, his hand coming to rest on Suga’s ribs, wide and warm, right over his tattooed crows.
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THANK YOU!
It’s nearly the end of Daisuga Week 2018 in my time zone!
The mod wants to extend a HUGE thank you to everyone who participated this year! Whether you made content for one day or all of the days, your works were a joy to see and your efforts and enthusiasm created a wonderful atmosphere!
For the remaining day 7 works and for those who want to submit late entries, I will still be queueing any new content until Sunday 9th September. Please continue to tag late entries with #daisugaweek2018 or mention the blog @daisugaweek2018.
After that, this blog will serve as an archive containing all the works, which you can sort through more easily by visiting the tags page (TBA).
Once again, thank you so much for making this week so fun! Here’s to more daisuga in the future! :D
Mafia - Daisuga Week 2018
Last day!!! This has gone pretty well considering that I impulse-joined one day late plus I had fun with the mini challenge that I set for myself to not use any of the prompts except in the title!
Thank you to anyone who’s read, liked or reblogged my entries, you’ve really made my week (and it’s been a pretty tough one so this has been a great source of comfort).
Hope you enjoy this!
Day 7 | August 26th | Mafia/Kissing
Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7
Sitting tied up to a shaky wooden chair, one eye severely blackened, ribs aching, shoulder dislocated and blood in his mouth, Daichi regretted a great many things.
He regretted agreeing to go for this raid in particular, regretted not pulling his gun out fast enough, regretted not shooting that guy instead of tasering him, hell, he even regretted wearing this pair of socks today because they were his favourite and now they were all torn and bloody.
But he didn’t regret his job, he could never regret committing to a life in the force, to protecting his city and the people in it.
And try as he might, he couldn’t regret falling in love with Sugawara Koushi.
He felt no remorse for the day he’d stumbled into the man whose smile made you feel the way hot chocolate felt on a rainy day, who had cheerfully discussed corgi butts over cake, and who had a simple tattoo of a symbol Daichi knew far too well just under his ear.
When he turned to smile at Daichi, wisps of hair like molten silver grazed the edges of that damning sign.
Daichi had killed far too many men with that mark and put even more in prison for life.
Others might say that he was blinded by Suga’s stunning features, enchanted by his doe eyes and coy smile, taken in, misled and fooled.
Perhaps he was.
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Reunion - In honor of @ellessey-writes 5th entry for DaiSuga Week 2018
I couldn’t manage to participate myself this time, but reading her story made me so cheerful this is a thing, that I made this two-panel inbetween related to her writing. Pls check it out!
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Day 7 | August 26th | Mafia/Kissing
Thank you for the wonderfull week~! ♥
I MANAGED TO FINISH IT ON TIME
IT LOOKS SO BAD BUT I DON’T CARE ANYMORE
@daisugaweek2018 ;;
Just anothing thing that’s kept me up late at night for @daisugaweek2018
Day 7: Mafia + Kissing
Summary: When violence is a norm in their love life.
Warning! First paragraph is slightly gory, so feel free to skip to the last sentence of first paragraph.
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The Ginkgo Tree
DaiSuga Week Day Six: Wedding or Tattoos Rating: G Summary: Slow days at the shop were always the worst, in Koushi’s opinion. That is, until a new customer stepped inside the shop looking for someone to cover up an old tattoo. Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15799548
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