round two (18 may - 24 may)

[necessarian]

TOP LEVEL COMMENTS ONLY

DAY	PROMPT	PUNISHMENT
Thursday (May 18)	start/finish something	not allowed to dm (one/both)
Friday (May 19)	past tense	namedrop someone we hate in public
Saturday (May 20)	work on a published wip	not allowed to dm (one/both)
Sunday (May 21)	drabble day	write badfic (with epithets)
Monday (May 22)	work on an event/exchange fic	not allowed to dm (one/both)
Tuesday (May 23)	write a minimum of 4000 words	write 300 words of daisuga
Wednesday (May 24)	describe/feature water	not allowed to dm (one/both)

* feel free to edit/add new comments if more is written on the day; comments are meant to encapsulate everything that is written, not just the part that fulfills the prompt
** clarification - "not allowed to dm" is a punishment for the day after, not a preexisting condition

Comments

TUESDAY, MAY 23

[ex_aroceu318]

4000+ words total

6,519w total

[ex_aroceu318]

one two three

punishment lol

[necessarian]

daichi runs his tongue along suga’s lips, prising them open, and—it feels like effort, which it never used to. this used to be easy, just the two of them lying on daichi’s bed after school, fooling around, something turning into something more and spiralling out of control. but ever since suga decided he didn’t want anyone to know—daichi still doesn’t understand why—it’s become a chore, finding places where they won’t get caught, sneaking around, hiding it from the team.
he doesn’t want to break it off, but—he’s scared it isn’t working. so he resolves he’ll tell suga. he will. right after they finish making out some more. okay. maybe he won’t tell suga just yet. suga pulls back, face flushed, and daichi thinks, i’ve got it bad.
suga pulls a face. “ugh.”
“ugh what?” daichi says. his thumb teases at the waistband of suga’s gym shorts. “i know it’s cramped in here—”
“it’s not that,” suga says. “it’s—never mind.”
“come on, babe, you can tell me,” daichi says.
“don’t call me that,” suga says.
in apology, daichi leans in closer, and suga obligingly kisses back. but. it feels like effort. daichi cups his hands around suga’s hips.
“you can tell me.”
“i can’t keep doing this,” suga says. it comes out as a rush of air, all at once, so fast that daichi isn’t convinced he heard correctly.
because it’s what he was going to say, but not like this. not like this. daichi doesn’t know what to do when he’s not in control of the situation. maybe suga doesn’t mean it like daichi does, but just in case, daichi says, “i know. me too. all this sneaking around isn’t good for us. we should tell the team, at least.”
“no,” suga says. “that’s not what i mean. i—daichi, i’ve been seeing someone else. and i don’t have room in my heart for two people at once.”
so that’s what was missing—not the ease; but before this sudden onset of effort, was there ever any genuine sentiment there?
“who?” daichi asks, although when he thinks back, he knows who.