#sliver x yuu

[lizardash]

Met before|| sliver

"Ughhh..." they groan as they walk into their apartment, after a long day of school Yuu's only goal is to go to bed, but still there homework to do...meh can do that in the morning. After a shower and dinner they fell onto their bed like a rock, quickly asleep, bringing themself into the land of dreams.

The dream was like any other dream, beautiful view of a forest, sunset in the distance, that stuff. Yuu took a breath, relaxing after the day of school and work, they start walking around the forest, before stoping by a lake.

"Hm..." they don't know why but they alyways know they in a dream, no matter how realist it is, there just a feeling that this is a dream after few seconds they heard a sound "footsteps...?" Yuu mutter as they turn to the sound, meeting their eyes with a pair of beautiful light purple eyes and blue of a sliver hair boy

"Oh, hello..." the boy spoke up after he notice "uhhh Hi?" They answer and an awakward silence came after "Soo what's your name?" they asked "Sliver, and your name?" he repiled "Yuu." Another silence went after that.

Yeah, and that was their first meeting but few more went after that, and they keep getting close to eachother, everyday Yuu couldn't wait to see their freind

"Hey Sliver?" Yuu said as they were making a flower crown "Yes?" He respoded "Do you think we will meet in reality...?" Yuu stoped making the flower crown "...well, it would be nice" he answer smiling slightly "yeah, actually yeah" Yuu smile under their breath, before putting the flower crown on his head

After saying goodbye to eachother, Yuu woke up, still begin tried but unfortunately as every other normal teen they have a life, so they roll out of the bed hitting the floor

"Ughshsigsjs" they groan, before getting up and dressing up, eating, yall know, morning stuff before finally stepping out of the building, sighing

"Huh?" Suddenly Yuu heard like horse running with something "what the--" they turn around, seeing a strange horse with dark purple skin, and a carriage before fainting.

Well, it been few weeks for Yuu, they kind of got kidnapped into a whole different world, called Twisted Wonderland, met grim, their now cat, just don't tell him they called him that, also few people, like Ace, Deuce, Cater, Trey and Riddle, oh and a very annoying headmaster that they need to do errands for, why? So they get money and can live in some ruin down dorm

Actually they doing one right now, they need to find Riddle and give him some papers, you know, housewarden work, Girm stayed back, as they mutter to themself, they bump into someone...

"Ah!" They fell down to the ground since they were walking a bit fast "I'm sorry, didn't watch where I was going..." they said as they sat up, the person held out their hand and Yuu took it "is okay...and I'm sorry, but have we met before?" they frozen hearing the vocie they knew form somewhere, quickly looking up meeting the light purple and blue eyes they knew so well.

"Sliver?" They asked making the boy eyes go widened slightly "Yuu?"

Note ;

Hello ! This is a short story for my other post, is my first time wirting for Sliver so sorry if I got his personaliy wrong, also Yuu is gender natural here.

[felony-bunny]

Fem Mc wearing a big dick is back in town shirt:

Silver: I thought you were a girl?

Mc: I am.

Silver: So why are you wearing a shirt like that?

Mc: I just have a huge dick, don’t question it.

Sliver:?

[pinkpruneclodwolf]

(raynon) we have spoken about the Avalon le faces but can we please talk about the classics? Saberface! Yuu who's a person who became a sword and a king but never a human. Who's went through hell and back and has never been thanked once for all their efforts. Who wordlessly accepted their death and now that their back refuses to live because you see, to live, is to love, and to enjoy all things life has to offer. But you see Saber is an archetype that absolute refuses this for they are always, always trying to make things better for a past that's already happened or for people who have not thanked them once.

The craziest thing is, because Saber!Yuu has been nothing but a tool, known only for their title, for their distinct lack of humanity and the attachments that follow; denial is something that is apart of their existence.

Saber!Yuu grappling with their intrinsic need to deny themselves simple pleasures despite telling themselves that they need to, that their second shot of life shouldn't be wasted on the past, but it's what defined them—what kept them moving in their last life. Their past actions always returning with a vengeance to the point that the mere fact that they have loose ends nearly sends them over.

[zorosdimples]

꒰ ITADORI YUUJI X READER ꒱

minors do not interact—i will block you! cw: gn!reader, rimming (yuuji receiving), male masturbation. note: i have no excuse for this…

“F-fuck,” Yuuji gasps, back bowing off of your shared bed. He strokes himself feverishly, the sticky clicks of his arousal and the loud slurps that tumble from your mouth echoing in the room. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna—”

You pause your ministrations, a thread of iridescent spit connecting your tongue to your boyfriend’s wet, fluttering hole. When you pull away, the string snaps. You shift to lay your head against his muscular thigh, mischievously rubbing the strip of flesh that rests beneath his sack; he shivers.

“You say that like you don’t want to finish.” A mock-pout graces your slick lips while your hand dances up to his balls, fondling the hot, velvety skin.

“Shit.”

He sucks his teeth. His fist slows as it reaches the base of his thick cock, foreskin pulled back, a fresh bead of pre pearling at his flushed tip. You sit up and lean forward to lap at it, dipping your tongue into his slit. A clammy palm catches your cheek as you taste his desire—rich and tangy; he nibbles his lip and smooths a calloused thumb up your cheekbone.

“Keep going—please.”

You reposition yourself between Yuuji’s strong legs. Slowly, you spread him apart—breath kissing his puckered rim—watching it twitch in anticipation. “Ask me again,” you murmur. His frustrated groan earns him an airy chuckle.

You’re a fucking tease, after all.

The man above you could easily overpower you; he could drag you by the hair and slot your panting mouth right where he wants it, using you to get off.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he yields to you. You may not give him what he wants, but you always give him what he needs.

“Baby please,” he whines, voice ragged with desperation. He looks down at you with heavy lids, his gaze molten amber—liquid gold. Dew shimmers at his temples and mats his blush hairline, and a sliver of pink darts out to dampen his lips. “Needa come so, so bad.”

Yuuji barely gets the words out before you finally swirl your tongue around his hole then slip the muscle inside, allowing him to roll his hips and gently buck against your mouth. Each time his ass makes contact with your face, you both moan, and it’s only a matter of moments before he finishes across his spasming abdomen with a cry.

Boneless, your lover nudges you away with his knees, then pulls you on top of himself, chest damp with sweat and heaving against your own.

“Yuu!” you shriek as his tacky spend oozes between your bodies and smears across your belly. He playfully squeezes your hips, burying his head into the crook of your neck.

“All you should worry about is how ’m gonna return the favor,” he mumbles into your skin. Before you can reply, he flips you over onto your back—showing you that a little mess is the least of your concerns.

[sweetbunpura]

No. 1: RACE AGAINST THE CLOCK (Word count: 857)

Search Party | Panic Attack | "If only we could hold on.” (Icysami x Renegaderr, Strangers.)

“What do you mean you can’t find her?”

Crowley sweats as he’s met with the various glares of the dorm leaders. He had called to give them all important information, which turned out to be the fact that Yuu was missing.

“Y-you see.” Crowley clears his throat. “After a talk with our dear prefect, she left my office and disappeared. I have no idea what could’ve caused it.”

Leona’s eyes take in the office, Crowley hadn’t had much of a chance to clean up given that there were things thrown all over his office in what looked to the beastman to be in a fit of anger. A chair was missing and judging by the splintered wood and hole in the wall, Leona could piece together what happened.

“It’s unlike Yuu to do something as dangerous as this.” Riddle spoke. “What did you tell her, Headmage?”

“I was just handing her the weekly allowance I allotted her with.” The fae speaks as he nervously clicks his metal finger accessories together. “It was-”

“Listen.” Leona interrupted him as all of their attention turned to him. “Stop dancing around the subject and tell these guys what you’ve been doing to Herbivore.”

“W-Why, Mr. Kingscholar, I have no idea-”

He let out a low growl. “I ain’t got time for you to be pussyfooting around the issue of starving her right now.” Leona turned on his heel and marched out of the room just as it exploded to demands to tell them the truth.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, his ears were pinned to his head and his tail lashed angrily behind him. Leona already knew for a fact that Yuu wouldn’t have stayed anywhere in NRC if she ran... but he had a clue as to where she might be going. Wordlessly, he started on the path towards the front gate, where he opened it and departed from the school grounds. The woods surrounding the base of the school were massive, birds and other animals fled upon seeing a very angry lion making tracks through everything.

“She wouldn’t be in the woods, even if she does love nature...” Leona grumbled as he flicked a piece of foliage off his tail. “Too many places to hide and she ain’t one to turn tail.” He paused as he heard the sound of a river flowing nearby. “By the water maybe...” 

Leona followed the river to where it led out of the dense thicket and sloped down to a medium sized lake nearby. He stood at the top of the slope, his eyes scanning the ground until they locked onto someone sitting at the edge of the water. Quietly, he approached them and lowered himself to sit down next to them.

“This is fucking bullshit.” Yuu speaks as she glares at the water. “He cuts the money every time someone new joins Ramshackle. He did it with Rollo and then he did it again with Fellow and Gidel.”

“What excuse did he give?”

“He said they had money to pay and thus I didn’t need a full check anymore.” Yuu’s hands dig into the grass and she tears out clumps of them. “Rokudenashi Tori.”

Leona glanced over at her as she started muttering in her native language, his eyes shifted to her bloody knuckles that had splinters in them. The beastman gently took her hand and started to pry the slivers out.

“Don’t do this to your hands.”

She viscously tugged her hand back. “Fuck off.”

“Can’t do that.” He pulled her hand back and continued. “You’re too proud of what you can do and you’re letting someone tell you what you can’t.”

“Leona, I don’t have any money to feed Grim, or Rollo, or Fellow and Gidel.” Her voice is soft. “Anytime I ask him for anything, he skirts around the subject. And then I’m supposed to help everyone out with their problems, I don’t have time to myself. I can’t say no, or he holds Ramshackle over me, reminding me of the fact that he so “graciously” let me stay.”

Yuu starts sobbing. “I’m so tired, I want to go home, I don’t want to be his worker ant anymore. I want to rest for once and not worry if part of Ramshackle is going to break while I sleep. That I won’t have to be called on to fix another one of Grim or Ace’s mistakes. I’m tired of spending a majority of my money on a bottomless pit of cat who only way of thanking me is getting into more fucking trouble!”

She suddenly stands up. “Overblot after overblot, scar after scar. When is it going to be e-fucking-nough? Is this going to be the rest of my life here at this shitty excuse of a school?! Cause if this is what I was handed, then take it the fuck back!”

Leona gets up and silently watches her, Yuu digs her hands into her hair and sobs out. His heart tightens as he wraps her in a tight hug, they both fall to their knees as Yuu clutches onto Leona’s vest and sobs into his shoulder. 

[sirhamburrger]

prologue: good luck, babe!

the rise and fall of a... an asshole germaphobe?? [sakusa x f!reader]

"and i cry, it's not fair / i just need a little lovin', i just need a little air" wc: 660 || next (chapter 1)

“i think we should break up.”

she doesn’t look up, focused on the video she’s watching on her phone. the phone screen is badly cracked - has been for the past few months - because she hasn’t bothered getting it replaced. she suppresses a chuckle at what is most certainly a joke. 

“ha, ha,” she says dryly. “very funny, rin.”

rintaro is silent for too long at this. much too long. her head snaps up, eyes widening as she fixes her gaze on him. his head is bowed low, refusing to make eye contact at all.

her heart feels as if it’s stopped beating in her chest. yet the only thing she can hear now is the thundering of her heartbeat in her ears. 

“rin,” she croaks, throat unbearably hoarse. “you’re not serious, are you? rin-”

“please.” he looks up at her fidgeting hands, and not even a sliver of the love she once saw in his eyes remains. “i didn't want this to become a big deal. we're just better off without each other.”

“aren't you even going to explain yourself?”

rintaro looks her right in the eyes now, gaze cold and emotionless. “you know why.”

she starts to cry. she pinches her wrist to stop the tears from flowing, but she can't help it. she doesn't want to be this emotional in front of him, not now. she barely registers the shift of the mattress under her as rin stands up and shuts the door behind his departing form.

even as her heart shatters into a million little pieces, she knows. she knows it’s been this way for the longest time, knows she’s refused to see the signs, chosen to ignore them. and this is the consequence. a stupidly messy breakup.

she's dated other guys and girls before, sure, but rin was her first serious relationship, her first real love. she moved in after three months of dating him, and lived together for about two years. laughed, cried, mourned together. even got an adorable little succulent together.

and now, just like that, it's all gone.

shoyo and yuu are there within minutes of her call. they hold her on the couch as she lets out heaving sobs. she half expects yuu to start cussing rin out, but it doesn't happen.

“please stay with us for now,” shoyo pleads.

it's all a big blur. she must have nodded, because soon enough yuu is standing at the kitchenette making a mug of hot chocolate for her while shoyo calls out from her room that it's a total mess in there. 

she sits there numbly on the couch in one of rin's oversized t-shirts, her light hiccoughing slowly dying down to nothing. yuu notices her white-knuckled hands bunched up in the fabric tightly  and tosses her one of her own - with a jolt, she realizes she hasn’t worn it in months. 

slipping the old one off and flinging it into a corner of the room, she puts on her own shirt. it's smaller. nowhere near as warm. but it's hers.

hours later the sun has set and rintaro still hasn't come back, but it doesn't matter. everything she owns is packed into three large suitcases decorated with keychains and badges from yuu’s travels. he and shoyo wait outside for her. they talk quietly, and she hates that they have to worry for her. 

she holds the succulent and takes in the apartment in silence. every photo framed, every gimmicky knickknack bought, every memory shared. they're painful reminders of what once was, and what could've been. the empty space seems to taunt her. his absence - or rather his intangible presence - mocks her. good luck getting over him, it seems to whisper.

but her friends are waiting outside for her. her friends, who have never once left her and never will. and so she turns her back on this place, turns her back on rintaro, and steps out of the apartment into the uncertain future.

author's notes:

i'll be putting yn through some things. (angst.)

yn was in the same year as hinata in karasuno high so she knows the first-years on the volleyball team

crappy ex suna!! yay!! reason for their breakup will be explained later on

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© sirhamburrger 2024

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: "Do we have to get out of bed?"

Pairing: Rook hunt x GN!Reader/Prefect/Yuu

Genre: Fluff

TW: The characters are aged up, use of "mama" as a gender neutral term for a parent.

AN: It's time for the man, the myth, the legend himself: Rook! Ngl, this hunter gave me a ton of trouble with the fic. I'm still a bit unhappy with this, since I know it isn't one of my best works, but it is something. Happy birthday to everyone's favorite hunter <3 I hope you enjoy ^^ (PS: at one point, the reader is referred to as "mama". It is supposed to be read as a gender neutral term for a parent. If anyone who's fluent in French knows an actual gender neutral term for parent, please let me know ^^)

You opened your eyes to the chirping of birds outside your room, and the feeling of strong, warm arms around your middle. The warmth behind your body shifted slightly, pulling you closer and making you smile.

"Rook."

The blonde haired man hummed, letting you know that he was awake. Soft lips graced your neck with careful and slow kisses, a routine he performed daily as a sign of his love.

You turned in his hold, eyes softening as they met those of your husband. Rook smiled at you.

"Bonjour, mon amour," he hummed, leaning slightly to place yet another kiss, this time at your lips. Pulling away, he continued speaking in that slightly raspy tone that he always got in the morning, "Did you sleep well?"

You nodded, absentmindedly running your fingers over the slight stubble on his face. Rook let you do as you pleased, his eyes not straying a moment away from yours.

The sliver of sunlight coming in through the gap between the curtains framed the soft domestic scene that was your reality. You knew there were things to do, responsibilities of real life that would have you be separated from the arms of your beloved husband soon enough (a crime, truly). But these precious few moments, ones Rook insisted on experiencing every morning, gave you all the energy you would need to complete your daily tasks and come back to your husband's loving embrace each night.

After a few minutes of just staring at each other in content silence, you asked, "What are your plans for today?" Rook sighed, closing his eyes and burrowing in your hair. "I'm taking the twins to visit maman et papa. They've been asking to see them lately."

"Have you told them that they will be here for Christmas?"

"I did, but they were insistent," Rook hummed, fingers making lazy circles on your hip. "Will you be joining us, my dear?"

"I would love to, but there's some things I must get done today. And if you're taking the kids out of the house then I can buy their gifts and hide them."

"Ah."

"Give my regards to mom and dad, hm?"

"Of course mon amour."

You smiled, then made a move to get up.

Rook's hold on you tightened, and he pulled you right back where you started, body flush against him. Laughter left you shaking in his arms slightly. "Rook, we need to get up."

"Must we? Surely a few more minutes with me would not hurt~"

Before you could reply that yes, you two did need to leave the bed, a knock sounded on the door before it was opened, and in ran your two children, the apples of your eyes.

The boy immediately jumped onto your bed, shaking an amused Rook, "Papa! Papa wake up! We gotta go!" The blonde man let out a chuckle, letting go of you to take your son in his arms and tickle him. Peals of laughter left both son and father as they engaged in some play-fighting, Rook making sure not to be too rough with his child.

Your daughter, on the other hand, calmly stood near your side of the bed, looking at you with a sleepy smile. The calmer counterpart to her excitable brother, she gently tapped your arm with her palm. "Morning mama."

You scooped her up in your arms, pressing a kiss to her forehead as you sat her on your lap. "Morning sweetie."

Both of you watched the boys as they played around, messing up the bedsheets in their fun. Your daughter cheered her father on, and the betrayed look your son sent to his twin had you laughing.

What a perfect start to a perfect day, for the perfect family you had made with the love of your life.

Back to Masterlist...

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Mfhfhfn..another Jade fan ^.^

I love Jade Leech..I love the entire idea of him subtly expressing that he is punk. He has to keep up his professionalism though..get you a man who can do both,,,(no wonder he's rougher than Floyd..winkywink..)

It makes me want him to befriend Lilia. Maybe they can be lowkey bffs. I think they would get along?..goth x punk best friends with their non goth and non punk boyfriends perhaps?..I really love the idea of Lilia having a switchy style but evidently leaning towards goth..when I draa him I automatically add gothic makeup..its just natural at this point.. "t.t

Back to Jade..i am going to freak him.

I suddenly thought of a funny scenario of mc trying to go for someone "normal" for once. Getting into Jade, then getting taken to his room. Nothing so far..the terrariums are beautiful! Then you guys are kinda getting it on and he pulls out these crazy ideas and toys and you realize you cannot escape the freaky punk guys...you knew you couldnt trust that toothy grin he gave you at the lounge..

I love coming up with Jade ideas.. -🐍

Hello Viper, it is evening. I hope you had a fun day today. I think Jade is extremely pent up from having to maintain his composure all the time. In the Ghost Bride event was the one time I actually remember him looking irritated… Oh Jade… I have to calm down again…

Oh I love Lilia in goth fashions. From his Light Music Club card I want to mark him as a mall goth just because of the bright neons he wears. But I also think that if he were back in Briar Valley, we would get to see him in more traditional goth or even romantic goth? I personally would love to see Lilia in romantic goth… Ah… Ahhhh… I think it would be amazing to see them watching a metal concert at the same bar and spotting one another on accident.

🦇: “Aren’t you too young for a bar?”

Or maybe Lilia won’t say anything at all…

Oh MC, my precious and silly Yuu… There’s no such thing as a normal man. Your options will range from dictators to total dickheads. Jade is closer to the dictator side of the spectrum I would like to think. Just a smidge off from being a total prick but Floyd is on the other side so they balance it out. Oh you don’t want me to be freaky about Jade I might hurt someone. Jade (in my mind) has some concerning kinks and interests he wants to try on you and he wants you to say yes and nod or he will be disappointed… I think he likes blood. I really do. People disagree with me but I think Jade is his horniest when you show him a sliver of fear in your eyes and a nosebleed.

I have a fic I want to do. But the thing is I can’t post it ever because it’s just… Mostly torture…

[bigratsdeservebigpats]

Scavenger Hunt

Riddle x GN Reader/Yuu

I was possessed and had no choice but to write this or DIE

Also I made each of those fucking riddles by HAND AND IT WAS SO MUCH EFFORT FOR NO REASON

cw: none, just fluff :)

Treasure hunts, Riddle thought, were wastes of time. The idea of choosing to embark on a wild goose chase, for whatever reason, just didn’t click for him. Its supposed thrill never sat well with him, because who voluntarily gave themselves stress? If they found time to fool about, they certainly had time to do something more productive.

Yet on the rarest of occasions, today his schedule lay barren. It wasn’t as if it was the only box empty on the calendar, but his students seemed to be more than willing to take slices off his workload. Even Ace and Deuce, the troublemakers they were, forced bright grins, crisp uniforms buttoned and collars flat. Something was definitely up. 

Trey, as reliable as he was, could only smile placidly. Knowing the housewarden, the sudden shift in everyone’s attitude would only cause needless worry; yet Yuu insisted that ‘he’ll love it!’ This little surprise took days to plan, with them dipping in and out of the dorm’s halls to plan this one perfect day, and a small card along to go with it. He wasn’t so rude to open it, but even if he wasn’t one for theatrics, there were a few guesses on what was written. Waving the white and red envelope, he adjusted his eyeglasses. “Riddle, the Prefect left you a note, if you want to read it.”

“Oh, so this was their doing.” Even if the vice housewarden needed glasses, he could plainly see the way Riddle’s face softened, as if it was obvious now. Gloved digits plucked the letter delicately, admiring the rosy sticker decor that kept it sealed. Letters should always be sealed with hot wax and a stamp, then opened with a proper letter opener outwards from the body; but he’ll forgive their minor blunder, on account that Yuu didn’t own any wax or stamps. Perhaps he would gift them some, so such an oversight wouldn’t happen again. The letter itself was penned on thick stationery, velvet under his touch and adorned with the same glossy rose stickers. 

To my Rose Ruler, 

Good morning! I hope this letter finds you in good spirits. You must forgive my informality, I’ve never actually written a letter, so this is kind of embarrassing for me. I’m not sure what to write, and I pen down all the words that come to mind first, like how I wonder what you look like reading this. Are you confused? Perhaps even smiling? 

Just as they mentioned it, Riddle felt an unfamiliar tug in his cheeks. As if it was Yuu that stood before him instead of his vice housewarden, a fist obscured the pink in his face as he cleared his throat. Grey eyes continued to read their letter, quietly noting their astuteness. 

I have a feeling it’s the former, so I will fess up – If you can find me, that is. Below is a riddle for you, 

I hide amidst friends   Around twists and bends. Bring me my favorite Riddle, I wait for you in the middle.

 Yours Truly, 

Yuu :)

Ah, a puzzle, was it? The riddle was simple enough, cheeky even, just like something Yuu would write. ‘Around twists and bends’ and ‘I wait for you in the middle’ had to reference the maze. The Rose maze, of course. ‘Hiding amidst friends’ was obviously a play on the phrase ‘rose buds’. But the third line made his heart jump. Their ‘favorite Riddle’, could it really be… him? No, well yes! He couldn’t just overthink like this, but between the riddle on the paper and the Riddle holding the paper, he would obviously be the favorite! Or so he hopes. 

It would be smart to bring the letter just in case. 

When busy, he would find moments of peace between the pages of work, where his gaze fixes on a single sliver of blue sky. When he was younger, perhaps there was some compulsion to enjoy its beauty, but on the day he once longed for, he couldn’t spare a single glance. Because they were waiting for them, right where they said they would. 

“Hey there, Riddle darling.” Their grin infectious, accompanied by a wave of a hand so carefree. “Let me guess, you solved it in less than a second?”

“I… yes, but to your credit, you did stump me on a part.” Riddle cleared his throat, a habit that seemed to pop up just about every time Yuu was mentioned. “But I’m here, So if I may…”

“Yes yes, apologies for my assumptions, but you’ve looked especially stressed these past few weeks, and I wanted to give you a day of break, just a little fun or something.” Another wave of the hand, dismissal instead of greeting, yet with magic (or some directional illusions), a slip of paper appeared between their fingers, cardstock, was it? 

“Is this… a treasure hunt of sorts?” He raised a brow, eyes trained on their bright smile. 

“Well, treasure isn’t exactly the word I would use to describe it, to be honest. More like a Scavenger hunt, but here’s your next clue. Don’t solve this one in one second please-”

Quieter than ghosts, 

A building with the most stories it boasts.

Where knowledge flies higher than birds,

In a pile of words.

“The library.” This one was eons easier than the last, and the first was already pretty simple. All he needed was the first two lines to solve it, but seeing their expression, should he have at least pretended to think about it? 

Recognizing their plight, Yuu only shrugged. They didn’t look as distraught as Riddle worried, thank goodness. “Well, I must have made it too simple. Do you want to hold onto the card?” 

“I don’t think I will need it.” While he found the concept a little ridiculous, he would never just abandon their hard work. The card is situated in his pocket, right beside the magic pen, where all important things go. 

The library fell near the center of the school grounds, a bit of a walk to be honest, but he never minded it. Now it feels just too long, and far too quiet. Was he supposed to say something? Anything, really. As unbothered as Yuu looked, perhaps they found him boring? No, who would go out of their way to do all this for someone they found boring? “Prefect, I appreciate all that you’ve done, but you never had to go to these lengths.”

They eyed him, and at first he worried that he hurt their feelings. No one wanted to be told that their work was a waste! He should know this, beyond anyone else! Yet an angel of kindness they were, smiling at him like he was the silliest person in the world. “Oh you, I never had to, but you make me want to do all these things and more, Riddle.”

Ah. Well doesn’t he feel tweedledee and tweedledumb. A hand moved to cover his mouth again, cloaking the red of his cheeks under the guise of clearing his throat. They must think he’s getting sick with how often he does that. He looks over at them again, feeling like his heart was in full bloom by just how sincere they looked. Best to not tell him just how red his ears are. 

The library included several rooms to house different sections, but only the west wing had the floating books mentioned. Regal candlelight chandeliers lit the hall in a dim green, pillars of wood breaking away to the quiet abode of the history section. Yet nothing seemed different. Well, it shouldn’t if there was something he had to find, but he didn’t know what that was, it was a situation worse than finding a needle in a haystack. “This was the answer, wasn’t it?”

Yuu only shrugged, fingers running over the leather backings of old texts. A sly smile crossed their face, and he knew that oddly enough, he got bested. “You have the clue, there's no saying you can’t look twice.” 

Fishing the card from his pocket, once more grey eyes cross over the words. On closer inspection, certain letters were written over twice to stand out. L I G H T. Light? What could that have to do with anything? A quick glance at Yuu gave not a single hint, and he approached one of the small wall-mounted lanterns. Hesitantly, he held the card up to the flame, and he peeked once more, relieved to see their smile. 

Through the paper, two tones glowed. His heart burned a flame of pure exhilaration at the sight. Another rose emblem, carefully cut out and sandwiched between two pieces of paper so that it wasn’t noticeable unless… Red hair whipped to the side as he scanned the books floating in the air. This intoxicating delight, it felt as if it was smothering him in anticipation, bursting with an audible gasp as he finally found the one book emblazoned with the very same rose. He could hear his heart in his ears as he fumbled with his magic pen, desperate to get his prize.

“You’re breezing through these way too fast, Riddle.” Yuu finally spoke up, obviously delighted to see his excitement. “It’s a storybook about the Queen. You said you’ve read all the classics, and not a lot else, so I thought… I thought you might enjoy it.”

There was a hint of hesitance, he could recognize that same careful tone that his students would use. But he adored this little gift, his first storybook, given by the one that cared so dearly. “Yes, I… Thank you. I will be sure to treasure it.” 

Inside the first page, another paper slipped out. Much thinner so there were no more light tricks, but that was fine, he was having a ball. Even now he could still feel the endorphins blazing through his body. More? Really? Could his heart handle all this thrill? 

Three face four;  

Proud and tall, 

Look above all.

The one you’re under

Will it hold the next clue I wonder?

This one was far vaguer than the last. But certainly not impossible. Certainly not, once reread the first line. 

“The seven statues on Main Street?” Already beelining to the door, Yuu trailed behind, barely keeping up with the surprising speed of the dorm leader. “Is it by the statue of the queen?” 

“Well I can’t tell you, that ruins its purpose, doesn’t it?” 

Thank goodness it was just outside, even if the stretch felt longer than what could possibly be normal. The queen’s statue stood closest to him, carved stone echoing the same face present in all history books. Her chin tilted up towards the sky, bathed in the warm sun, yes, this had to be the answer. Just beside her stone figure, a small table cloaked under a red cloth with porcelain tea cups and where a slice of strawberry tart sat under a glass dome, along with the next clue. “Prefect? Is the tart for me…?”

They had to jog to stay with him, folded over to catch their breath from the unforeseen exercise. For someone with short legs, he sure was fast. Not that they would ever mention it aloud. “Well gee, I don’t think I would have made anyone else a tart, Riddle.”

“You made it?” Perhaps it was rude to sound so surprised; Trey bakes sweets all the time for Unbirthday parties and the sort, but this was different. Yuu wasn’t a patisserie, nor were they obligated to bake for him. “Yourself?”

“Yes, with lemongrass tea and two sugars to wash it down. Rule 393.”

It was actually rule 339, but he couldn’t even bother to tell them so, using his fork to cut off a corner of the crust and bring the slice of tart to his lips. That buttery and crumbly crust, the creamy filling that tasted just slightly too sweet, and a delicious fruit glaze, he almost wished all tarts tasted just a little too sweet. 

The last card sat pretty, pinned under a teacup and a cube of sugar. Lifting it from under the two, he brushed off a few sugar granules to read its contents. Thank goodness he wasn’t drinking his tea at the same moment.

I live behind your magic pen, some say I am made of gold.

I give you this, something you cannot hold. 

I wish this game would never end

But I think it’s time to say, I like you more than a friend.

Again and again, he read those four lines, as if the light was playing a silly trick on him. Each time he was sure that something would be different, but he knew the answer. Both answers. 

“It’s heart,” Riddle mumbled, clearing his throat louder than he ever had before. He couldn’t look Yuu in the eye, adamant that something within him might explode if he did. With how red his cheeks were, perhaps something already did. “And, I also, like you… More than I can admit.” 

“Yea, I know.”

[candidapple]

Vaguely horny thoughts but Twst is just so good for ships and polyships 😋 How do you feel about Floyd x Riddle x Yuu/MC/Player? FloRid has that fun chaotic ‘opposites attract’ energy with MC being the middle ground that helps balance it all out. Riddle could certainly use some stress relief (wink wink hue hue) and I think Floyd would probably spontaneously combust in a burst of horny joy if he got both his Little Shrimpy and Goldfishie in the same bed 🦈🦞🌹

cw adult content. minors dni 🔞

floyd leech x riddle rosehearts x afab!reader

it takes some doing, but once floyd's set his mind on something -- or someone, as the case may be -- he's nothing if not terrifyingly persistent (emphasis on terrifying: when you first saw him bearing down on you like a shrimp-seeking missile on a mission to ask you out, roughly shoving aside anyone who wasn't smart enough to get out of the way, you understandably assumed he was there to squeeze the living daylights out of you).

riddle's a harder sell, acting coldly toward you and even shorter than usual with floyd once word of your nascent relationship begins to spread through nrc's perennially ripe grapevine, but it bears repeating: floyd is, at his core, a persistence predator.

you don't know how he manages it, but one day you're brooding over riddle's frosty attitude; the next, the three of you are eating lunch together while riddle tries very hard to be a gentleman and not stare at the moue your mouth makes around the base of your fork. he even allows floyd to sling a familiar arm around his slim shoulders for five whole seconds before snapping at him to keep his hands to himself. (floyd does not keep his hands to himself.)

the first time floyd grabs riddle by the necktie and kisses him in front of you, you're not even surprised. though you are a little concerned when a dangerously red-faced riddle reacts to this new development by choking on his own spit.

and when floyd finally coaxes both his shrimpy and his goldfishie into bed... yeah, i think "spontaneously combusting in a burst of horny joy" just about sums it up. poor guy hardly knows what to do with himself; it's a wonder he doesn't cream his shorts on the spot, he's so excited. he can't decide who to pounce on first, so he compromises by crushing you both to the mattress and -- well, "slobbering all over your faces" isn't the most romantic way of phrasing it, but it's certainly the most accurate. you don't even want to call it a kiss, the way he licks a sloppy line from your mouth to riddle's chin, but just because it's messy doesn't mean it doesn't turn you on. floyd's weight above you, the way riddle flushes red all the way down to his chest under floyd's hungry tongue, their legs tangling up with yours -- all that turns you on, too.

you are grateful that riddle's here with you, and not just because you like him every bit as much as you like floyd. you don't know if you could handle floyd on your own; without someone else around to pump the breaks, you think you just might let him sweep you away like the ocean's current and do whatever he wanted to you. but riddle, it turns out, can be just as bossy in bed as he is in day-to-day life, and he has no compunctions whatsoever about giving floyd a firm smack when he squeezes you too tight or bites you too hard. floyd doesn't seem to mind a little tough love, either. far from it. the first time riddle slaps him lightly across the face, leaving a palm-shaped mark as red as roses behind, floyd's pupils gape till you can't glimpse a sliver of brown or gold, his breath deepening to a hoarse pant.

but if riddle's firm with floyd, he's almost always soft with you, deferring to your wants when you press him gently back against the mattress and mount his smooth hips. it's your favorite position: taking riddle inside you and watching him flush and squirm while you squeeze him strangling tight, floyd straddling riddle's thighs behind you to fuck your other hole with his long, lovely dick.

your other favorite position is on your back, riddle stretching out between your splayed legs to fuck you while floyd fucks him. their combined weight on top of you is delicious, and you always end up mauling both their backs with your nails, not that they mind. whatever the position, your time together always ends the same: the three of you tangled in a sweaty heap, floyd peppering your and riddle's faces with slobbery puppy kisses.

you're happier than you've ever been since you fell into twisted wonderland. almost everyone you know, however, reacts to... whatever's going on between the three of you with varying degrees of shock and horror, even going so far as to convince themselves that floyd must be blackmailing you and riddle with compromising materials unknown. only jade takes it in stride, smiling politely and wishing the three of you well. you take one look at that oddly chilling smile and remind yourself never to break floyd's heart.

as for everyone else: they get over it, eventually. you think they might have just grown desensitized to it the way one might grow desensitized to violence and gore after watching enough horror movies. so it goes.

[lemonmaid]

Twisted Wonderland Characters in The Haunted Mansion

Prompt

I recently watched Haunted Mansion for the first time and in the middle of it I was like 'damn, Master Gracey is giving Malleus energy' so here we are.

Instead of the family being restate agents, imagine if Yuu gets a mystery invite to a ball at this old abandoned Mansion. Yuu goes along with Ace ans Duece (the children basically and Grim), Leona is there too, (because if this is a possible Malleus x Yuu/ reader/ MC, you gotta have Leona in the drama).

I can't decide if I want Lilia or Sebek as Ramsley though, probably nether.

We could have Sebek ans Sliver play as Ezra and Emma, (comic relief purposes) and Lilia as Madame Leota.

Plot goes like this:

After Yuu gets this mystery invitation, they and Ace, Deuce, Grim, and Leona join them on this adventure.

When they arrive they are greater with open arms, Malleus is very kind to Yuu and is enchanted with them; Malleus is thinking that they are his reincarnated ex lover.

(Now the curse could be a Beauty n The Beast Curse were everyone is bound to the house but isn't dead, but I digress)

(Charater stand in for Ramsley) traps Ace, Deuce, Grim and Leona to keep them away from interfering with the curse breaking. Sebek, Silver, and Lila try to help the confidants by rescuing them and leading them back to the protagonist from a possible certain death.

Yuu is trying to be nice and polite as possible but is very adamant that they aren't the reincarnated lover, but Malleus, blinded by attraction, doesn't care at this point that they aren't his dead lover. But decides that he is in love with current Yuu, he proposes to them.

(Charater stand in for Ramsley) guilt trips Yuu into thinking that they are the only one that can break the curse; how everyone will be stuck there, including Yuu's friends for eternity, if Yuu doesn't marry Malleus.

Thanks for listening to my shower-thought, if you enjoy some of my writings please follow or request anything for Twisted Wonderland. Leave any suggestions or comments!

[deviltoys]

Nishoya yuu and male reader are dating and yuu was flirting with girls, reader decides to pee on yuu and inside of yuu to show him who he belongs too.

— ‘𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗻!’

nishinoya yuu x top!male reader. (wc; ?)

#a/n: sorry this was so short! I REALLY WANTED TO PUMP SOMETHIN’ OUT AND THIS WAS MY FAVORITE REQ AT THE MOMENT. hopefully it's not too bad, i have another noya watersports work comin’ soon ;)

warnings. NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI, watersports, brat-taming (if you squint), daddy k., creampie, dumbification, exhibitionism, voyeurism, manhandling, sex in a locker-room.

once again, you were back at the same place as always. punishing nishinoya for fooling around with some younger females-- backside being fucked into the cold line of a lockers. your lips melted against the skin of his collarbone, tongue leaving small tender pecks along the nape of his neck.

his attitude always changed in moments like these, he would go from teasing you for a sliver of attention, to whining like a bitch in heat— coaxing your fingers to sink deeper into the back of his slender thighs.

he was so pretty begging to be ruined after ‘harmlessly’ hitting on other people, knowing you'd fuck him all nice and rough either way. you saw right through his innocent facade, but he was well aware of how to get what he wanted. every, single, time.

“yuu.” your tone was short; yet condescending. he could taste the lust in your voice, even more so when your tongue glided softly across his plump lips before slipping into his mouth.

he never did, truly get off talking to other girls. your thick cock was the only thing that could ever tame him! how could he resist the urge to be pile-driven into the locker-room floor after a draining practice? your poor boyfriend would never expect what was coming next though-- you were fed up with noya being the only one receiving pleasure and his recent behavior was the final straw.

“y-yeah...y/n?”

you merely hummed in response, the goosebumps littering down his abdomen told you all you needed to know. you let your left hand make it's way to his with a tug-- the right softly trailed along his waist. close enough to send shivers down his spine.

“i wanna try something, different. so pray that you enjoy this, m’kay?”

your words had him feverish, what did you mean? pray? fuck, he didn't care, as long as your cock was inside of him one way or another; you could use his body as you pleased.

you were going to use your boyfriend as a urinal.

edging your blatter all afternoon, consuming as much liquid as humanly possible, it wasn't easy. you had to ignore noya all of lunch break just to make sure he didn't catch on. not that he would ever guess what you had prepared for him anyway.

with his ass up, face down-- you ease your way into the tiny male, making sure to hold onto his hips for support. he wanted your cock so bad and now he had it.

a feminine yelp broke past his throat, his tight hole preventing your dick from going in any further past the tip. but you don't cease, killing what hope he had left for you to slow down; you push the rest of your shaft inside of him with the simple movement of your thighs.

soon noya’s pain clouds with pleasure, and his wails of agony turn into breathy moans. with your cock buried deep into his tummy and your knees spreading his legs to the point of no return-- he breaks. bruised walls are practically squeezing the piss and cum from your balls, and soon enough, your boyfriend realizes what the ‘suprise’ you had in store was.

“mm..fuck baby. you're always so greedy for all of daddy, so i decided to spoil you with all of my fluids.”

his whole body jolts forward into lockers each time one of your shallow thrusts kiss his prostate. your poor dumb slut can only babble out— ‘daddy’ with little pleas to fuck him harder. cock sitting so heavy in his guts, pee and cum sloshing around inside of his body.

little to yuu’s knowledge you informed and proposed that the girls he had been leading on, come and watch you use your boyfriend as a human urine disposal. you wish you could've seen the look on their faces, whatever attraction they had to the libero now moved to you.

they observed your performance from the other side of the wall, wishing you'd breed their pussies like you did his; stuffing him full of your sperm.

he had no choice but to cum right there and then, obeying his body's screams for release. feeling your blatter still holding one more batch of piss-- you slip your wet shaft out of him, a sharp breath signifying how you were about to relieve yourself on your boyfriend once more.

still intoxicated by how good you made him feel, nishinoya can just barely feel your big hands slap the right side of his ass. the sting of your skin on his momentarily inflamed the area before the milky patch of flesh was stained red.

“yeah, take it like the good whore you are!”

a lewd mixture of your leftover cum, piss, and spit dripped out of his spend hole and collected into a puddle at your feet. he was a shaking, stuttering mess— barely able to tell you had finished pissing all over his exposed backside. his body had abandoned any sensible thought in his brain; and he's unable to do anything but nuzzle his face into the drool stained floor, waiting to come down from his high.

“you won't be flirting with anyone but me anytime soon, now that every girl at the school knows yer’ daddy's piss drinker.”

[cheesy-cakey]

Along with my heart

Lilia X reader

[Mentions of blood and death]

It was any other day in the Diasomnia dorm. Aside from the absence of one of Malleus' guards. Yuu took notice of this while visiting.

"I had noticed, Lilia, isn't here. Where is he today?" Yuu asked

"He went out to the Valley of Thorns to visit someone." Silver answered.

"Visit someone? who could be more important than Wakasama!?"

"That would be, Y/N, Sebek" Malleus walked in to answer Sebek's question.

Sebek realized what time of year it was and quieted down. "Lady Y/N. So it was that time of year now"

"Ah! Tsunotaro. You're here. Also who's, Y/N?" he asked.

"She was someone dear to, Lilia. He always visits here at this time of year." Malleus explained.

"Really? What kind of person is she?"

"She was a kind, gentle and pure soul. She was Lilia's lover."

"Lilia's lover? I didn't know he had a lover. I'd love to meet her one day" Yuu said excitedly.

Everyone fell silent to the point it was almost deafening.

"Guys?"

"That... would be impossible" Silver muttered.

"Impossible?"

"Would you like the full story, child of man?" Malleus asked.

"If it's not much to ask for"

"Very well... where do I start?"

A long time ago was in a forest by the valley of thorns lived a kind and gentle fae. She had beautiful h/c hair, glistening s/c skin, and a pure white soul.

She had one day bumped into a fae soldier... well more like she was spooked by said soldier.

"Hello there!" A petite boy exclaimed hanging upside down from a tree.

"GAH!... Huh?... who are you?" The girl asked.

"Haha! where are my manners?" he got off and stood firm on the ground "Lilia Vanrouge, A soldier from the Valley of Thorns."

"Well it's nice to meet you, Lilia Vanrouge. My name is Y/N L/N and it's a pleasure to meet you."

And that's where it started. Lilia would often sneak out to meet the lady in the forest.

They'd share each others opinions, have picnics, and just chat in general. Then one day.

"Please accept my feeling, Sir Lilia!" the girl exclaimed as she hands him a gemstone.

Lilia laughed as he also brought out a gemstone. The girl was in a daze but was brought back by Lilia locking their lips together.

"Lilia, if you could describe our love as something what would it be?"

"Simple! An Amaranth, why? It represents immortality and eternal love. The perfect example"

But all good things must come to an end as one day... the forest caught on fire.

Lilia was first to arrive to the area than the others and started frantically looking for his beloved in burning forest.

When he eventually falls upon a gruesome scene that he wished to unsee.

His beloved, bleeding out from her neck. The culprit... A human who held a sliver dagger that was covered in blood.

He stood there stunned. unable to comprehend what had just happened.

As the fire died out and rain started to fall. He approached his lover that was lying in her own pool of blood and cradled her in her arms. As he let out a cry that could probably be heard all the way from the palace.

"Y/N... Love, Dear.... No, don't do this to me. We planned a future. To live happily in the forest. To have a family. To live a long life... why"

She was buried in the place where they had first met. Beneath flowers that represented their love, Amaranth's.

"Our love... is still immortal... despite everything"

Tears fell from his eyes as his eyes stuck on the beautiful rock monument that he made himself.

"And since that day on he visited her grave at this time of year... Even now we know how much he still loves her" Malleus finished.

"Oh... I see... sorry for asking" Yuu said as he looked down.

"Don't be!" a voice from behind exclaimed.

They snapped their head towards the voice to see Lilia with his usual smug look.

"Lilia-Sama!"

"Old man, you're back."

"Lilia"

"Ah! Lilia... I didn't mean to pry on your love life"

"It's alright, Yuu! Everyone can be a little curious sometimes. And that was a long time ago so it's no biggie. Maybe next time I go visit her you can come with so you can meet her!"

"If you don't mind."

"Of course, not! Now... Who wants to have some soup I made!"

"I think we'll be seeing, Y/N-san, sooner than expected at this rate."

[nuitthegoddess]

TWST Theory Lilia & Silver

I had this theory about Lilia and Silver for a while.

I think Lilia is based on be Maleficent’s dark magic and Silver is based on the good fairies magic. I know we have some evidence that Silver could be based on more of Aurora but plz hear me out X”D bc i don’t see anyone talking about it.

Maybe everyone already knows and I’m just dumb--

From what i know from them so far from the game. 

Lila’s coffin logo is a bat and Sliver is the sword, right?

(i successfully got a screenshot of the two coffins next to each other they knew-- lol jkjk took a while)

 I recovered screenshots from the movie to prove my point, Lilia’s definitely the dark magic that cursed Aurora. A bat swoops out from Maleficent’s staff from above the screen.

The good fairies used their good magic, The Blessing, upon The Sword of Truth to kill Maleficent.

Something will definitely happen where Silver is probably the one to stop Malleus or maybe it’ll be Lilia or plot twist maybe Yuu. I have so many questions but it’ll be leave unanswered X”D

I love the creativity of this game. How Silver would be based on the sword but taking some aspects of Aurora because the The Blessing magic was associated with Aurora to save her life.

Please let me know your thoughts! X”D i would love to know

[emilybn330]

First Meetings

Yuu Nishinoya x gn!reader

When I realized I haven't written here about my favorite Haikyuu!! character.....

Rolling thunder boy amiright

Warnings: none

Finding yourself in the ordinary was never a fun thing. Routine and repeat. Stagnant. Simply put: boring. The life of a background character one could say.

Sure, the normal can be relaxing at first. Even a relief to those who always face the unusual.

In Y/N's case, they wanted more. They were bored and wanted a change. So when they moved to Karasuno High School half way through their second year, it was their sliver of hope to gain some excitement in their life. The students there didn't disappoint in that regard.

Apparently, since Karasuno was a country side school, there were seldom any new students. Y/N was practically the talk of the school and every club seemed desperate for a new member--likely to ask for more funding. One manager in particular had caught Y/N's attention, mainly because she was kind, confident, and not to mention gorgeous.

Kiyoko, manager of the boys volleyball team. She had invited Y/N to look at the team after school, so after some uneventful classes, Y/N made their way over.

As soon as they were in front of the door of the gym, Y/N felt a ball hit their forehead and fall to the ground. The impact wasn't too bad, so they only groaned and rubbed the pain from their head. They could hear a few people rush towards them.

"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" An unfamiliar voice said.

"Y/N! Are you alright?" That voice Y/N recognized as Kiyoko.

Looking up and expecting to see Kiyoko, Y/N nodded and instead made eye contact with the first person that spoke. Deep brown eyes looked back at them, concern etched on their features. Strands of blonde hung over their forehead.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Y/N said, looking over to Kiyoko.

"I'll get you some ice," Kiyoko's voice drifted away.

The person in front of Y/N coughed, bringing their attention back. Taking a better look, they could see a rather short boy standing before them. Only a little bit of his hair was blonde, the rest being brown and spiked back. He bowed low.

"Sorry again. I didn't receive the ball properly, so it bounced off my arms wrong."

Taken back a bit, Y/N blanked. "Uh, it- it's no worries. I'm not hurt anyway."

He stood to his full height abruptly, making Y/N jump back a little. His brows were furrowed and his eyes held a passionate look to them.

"I'll make sure to do better next time! I'm Nishinoya Yuu by the way, libero of the volleyball team."

"L/N Y/N. You can just call me Y/N though." He smiled, taking their arm gently and pulling them into the gym. Once inside, he didn't let his grip falter. He introduced Y/N enthusiastically.

Even after Kiyoko had passed Y/N the ice, Nishinoya didn't let go. Y/N didn't really have the heart to tell him, finding themselves being drawn to his passionate and enthusiastic nature.

He only let go once a game was called to start. The warmth of his hand lingered on Y/N's wrist.

Staying next to Kiyoko and who Y/N had come to know as Yachi, they paid a lot of attention to Nishinoya. The entire game was captivating, but he stole the show whenever he made a save. Y/N could tell that his focus was tremendous and that he was extremely experienced.

Only once did he look over at Y/N. When he met their admiring gaze, his eyes brightened and a smile broke out onto his face. Though he was quick to refocus, so he missed seeing Y/N blush.

Before the game even ended, Y/N whispered to Kiyoko that they would join the volleyball club. When she announced it, Nishinoya was the first to go up to Y/N.

"Welcome to the team!" Seeing his smile, Y/N had a feeling that their days wouldn't be very boring anymore.

"Thanks, Nishinoya."

[tetsurobunni]

Heather

☞ songfic based off the song heather by conan gray bc yea // 5k words

☼ pining, angst, slight nfsw (making out), happy ending; spoilers for haikyuu s1 ending

☼ pairing : daichi sawamura x sugawara koushi

☞ i love this ship with my entire being, that being said:

this text = song lyrics

italics = inner thoughts + flashbacks

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Suga quietly opened the door of his home and stepped inside, taking off his shoes before he entered the kitchen. He saw a plate on the table, on it laid a little piece of paper that wrote 'Made some dinner, got called in for work. Love you sweetie.' He smiled slightly at the note, making a mental note to thank his mother in the morning. Suga looked at the food on the plate in disinterest; he had no appetite.

He was drained.

He lazily put the unopened plate of food in the fridge, hitching his bag up higher onto his shoulder as he padded up the stairs to his room. Upon entering, he tossed his gym bag to the floor. Sighing, he laid down onto the soft comforter of his bed, turning his head to look at the night sky through his window. Closing his eyes, a memory of a night just like this started to replay in his head.

**flashback**

I still remember, the third of December

Suga sat on his bed, staring at the stars as they glittered in the night sky. Soft footsteps were heard behind him, the bed dipping as the weight from another body came in contact with it.

"Whatchya lookin' at, Suga?" Daichi asked, shifting his weight so he was propped up next to him on the bed. Suga could feel the small flutters in his chest that had slowly started to reveal themselves more and more the past few weeks. They always arose whenever Daichi was near, causing him to knead his fingers together in nervousness- or was it excitement? He couldn't tell.

"The stars, Daichi," he said, eyes twinkling as he was mesmerized by the small lights in the sky, eyes scouring to find constellations he had read about. A light breeze blew through the open window, causing Suga to shiver slightly as the cold air brushed over his skin. The bed lifted up as Daichi walked over to his bag, unbeknownst to the gray-haired setter who was still entranced with the celestial display in front of him.

Suga slightly jumped as a jacket was placed over his shoulders, the familiar lingering scent of cologne and earthy smells invaded his senses.

"Don't even try and act like you're not cold," Daichi said, a slight chuckle in his words as he made his way back to the bed. The flutters had grown even more now; Suga had to stop himself from just bunching up the fabric towards his nose and breathing in Daichi's smell. Instead, he put his arms through the sleeves, tugging the warm material around his body.

Me in your sweater

Suga looked over to Daichi, blushing slightly as he noticed the brown-headed captain staring at him. His fingers twiddled with the fabric of the jacket, a sign of nervousness that he hoped Daichi hadn't caught onto yet. He gave his best friend a small smile, ignoring the painfully prominent flutters in his chest as he looked into his eyes.

"Y'know, that looks better on you than it does me," the captain said, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he eyed the setter in his volleyball jacket. Suga's cheeks flamed as he turned away from Daichi's gaze, hoping he hadn't seen the effect his comment had on him. Even so, a small smile made it's way onto his face.

You said it looked better on me than it did you

**end of flashback**

Suga closed his curtains, blocking his view of the stars he used to love so much. Everything lately had just seemed so much dimmer. That memory was painful and caused his heart to ache. He tried to forget. He tried, he really did-but those damn flutters would never go away.

"Only if you knew how much I liked you."

He whispered the words into the night as he pulled a pillow up to his face, squeezing it hard against his chest. Silent sobs racked through him and tears escaped his eyes one after the other, the only sounds in the room being his quiet sniffles and muffled cries. He couldn't help but think back to how simple everything was then; so much easier to handle. All he had to do was keep his feelings in check whenever he was around Daichi.

Now he had the watch the man he loved be swept away by Yuu Michimiya.

But I see your eyes as she walks by

Suga first noticed the connection between Daichi and Michimiya one day in the hallway. The two were putting their outside shoes into the small lockers that were provided for them at the school. They were talking about the training camp that was approaching, joking about how they were going to have to keep a close eye on Bokuto this time because he might steal Hinata if they weren't careful. Daichi laughed at a comment Suga had made, causing those damn flutters to erupt in his chest once again.

Turning his head to the side to crack another joke to Daichi, his words got caught in his throat. Daichi had completely zoned out of their conversation, eyes widened slightly as he stared at an approaching figure walking down the hallway. Suga slowly trailed his eyes to where he was staring, and when they reached the cause of that look in Daichi's eyes, he could feel his heart shatter into a million tiny little pieces.

What a sight for sore eyes

Suga had watched as the short-haired brunette walked by the two, the feeling of rage almost overpowering the poker face he held as he saw the black material that hung around the girl's shoulders. His hands had clenched into fists near his chest, the butterflies now replaced with wasps that stung at his stomach. When he turned back towards his friend, he crumbled.

Daichi's eyes held the same look towards her that Suga's did when he was looking at the stars.

Brighter than the blue sky

After the scene played out before him, he turned back to his locker and angrily shoved his shoes into the compartment. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes as he heard Michimiya say a small and polite 'Hi Daichi' in his direction. Suga hung his head in sorrow.

'Why can't you just look at ME that way?' He despaired, slamming his locker shut and walking quickly to his class, ignoring the confused shouts from his bestfriend.

She's got you mesmerized,

Suga had sat at his desk trying desperately to pay attention to whatever the teacher was lecturing about, but he couldn't. His brain was running at a quick pace, replaying the look Daichi had in his eyes over and over again. It was like his own personal broken record, one that made his gut clench every time it scratched and replayed.

'How could I have been so naive?' He thought, holding his shaking hands in his lap to keep from drawing attention to himself. He kept his eyes locked onto his paper in an attempt to calm himself down.

It hadn’t worked.

But just as Suga thought he was going to explode, a small piece of paper was slid onto his desk. He shakily lifted a hand up to grab the folded sliver of paper and opened it as quietly as he could. Suga let out a breath he didn't know he was holding as he re-read the words written on the paper.

'Breathe. I'm right here if you need me. Go to the bathroom and splash some water on your face. ~Asahi'

He had given a grateful smile to his long-haired friend and received a small one in return. Asahi was right, he needed a small break. Just a small break to clear his mind. Suga walked to the bathroom, making his way over to the sink where he cupped his hands under the cold rush of water from the tap. He splashed the water onto his face, relished in the contrast between it and his burning face.

He backed away from the sink after turning off the tap, resting his back against the wall of one of the stalls. As much as he wanted to stop thinking about him, that one night couldn't stop replaying in his head. He laced his fingers into his hair and slightly pulled, the pain barely being felt as he was pulled deeper into heartbreak.

While I die.

He dug his palms into his eyes, trying to stop the overflowing of tears as he replayed what happened that night again in his head.

**flashback**

Daichi and Suga made their way down the sidewalk. They always walked each other home, but tonight was different. Sorrow, despair and defeat hung in the air around the two. They had been defeated by Aoba Johsai today in the Inter High Prelims. As third years, and more importantly to Daichi as their captain, they felt as though they had let the team down.

Not a word was spoken between the two, the only sound coming from the footsteps on the pavement. Suga felt horrible-hell, he felt like the world was hitting him with bricks. There were no words that could console him, or Daichi for that matter. All he could do was try to be consoling with his presence. He felt useless.

Suga had his head hung low, eyes unfocused onto his steps. It was like he wasn't even there, just a body moving at an automated pace. He snapped back into reality as he walked straight into Daichi's slightly taller figure. He raised his head for the first time since they left the bus stop, eyes wandering up towards where his best friend stood in front of him.

"I don't deserve to be captain.”

Suga's heart broke hearing the sorrowed tone of Daichi's voice. He sounded like his heart had been ripped from his body. Placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, Suga turned Daichi around to where they stood face to face. What he saw made new fresh tears spring to his eyes.

Daichi's eyes were red and swollen, tears slipping down his face silently as he looked at Suga in despair. The shorter third year immediately flung his body into the brunette's chest, wrapping his arms tightly around him.

"You are the most humble, self-sacrificing and encouraging person I know, Daichi," Suga said, sniffling as tears spilled from his eyes onto the captain's shirt. "You have done so much for the team. You are the most deserving person of the title 'captain', so don't you ever let those words come out of your mouth again," he added on, tilting his head up to look Daichi straight in the eyes as he said the last sentence.

Suga bit his lip to keep from audibly sobbing as he looked into the older boy's eyes, meaning every word that he said. The flutters were there again in his chest, but he payed no mind.

Until Daichi pressed his lips onto his.

**end of flashback**

"Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty."

Suga had whispered the words into the air, finally saying out loud what he had been thinking. The words felt like they hung in the air, suffocating him as he tried shake them away. He took a couple of deep breaths, deciding that acting this way was no good. If Daichi had liked him back, then he wouldn't be looking that way towards Michimiya. Plain and simple. He had to come to terms with that.

But that didn't mean it didn't hurt him any less.

The bell rang outside, signaling that the previous period was over. Suga had exited the bathroom after checking his reflection on the mirror, wincing at his red, puffy eyes. 'Oh well,' he thought, trudging back to his class to get his bag and books.

"Hey Suga, I figured that you would be in there for a little while so I grabbed your things," Asahi said, giving him a small look of sympathy as he handed Suga his things. He gratefully took them from the ace's hands, muttering a small 'thank you' as he turned away from him.

"Are you okay, Suga?" Asahi questioned, the worry prominent in his tone. Suga winced at the question, not wanting to lie to his friend but also not wanting to make him worry more than he already was.

"Ah, um... I'm okay. Thank you for checking on me," He said, lifting his head up to give the taller boy an award-winning fake smile. If Asahi didn't believe his facade, he didn't comment on it. He just simply nodded and walked alongside Suga to the roof where they ate lunch together as a group.

When they had arrived, the one person Suga was planning on avoiding greeted them with a cheery smile. He felt his heart clench in his chest, looking downwards towards his feet as he grabbed the bento he made out of his bag. He sat down away from Daichi, making the older boy shoot him a questioning look that Suga ignored.

The door slammed open as the two rambunctious second years made their appearance. Noya immediately pounced on Daichi, yelling incoherent sentences as he grabbed his shoulders and slung him around.

"Can you please slow down so I can understand you?" Daichi said, struggling to pry Noya off of his shoulders.

"Okay, okay, okay, explain to me what is going on between you and Yuu Michimiya?" Noya said, a smirk prominent on his face as he questioned Daichi. Suga felt his heart sink. He didn't want to hear this, he really, really didn't. Just seeing her in the same jacket he wore that night made him want to puke.

"Nothing is 'going on' between us," the captain said, using air quotations with his fingers to signify the ridiculousness of Noya's question.

"You gave her your sweater,"

Tanaka butted in, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at the brunette, who now had a faint tint of red covering his cheeks. Suga put down the piece of food he was about to put into his mouth, suddenly losing his appetite completely. His gut was wrenching in pain from the conversation he was hearing, the urge to run away becoming stronger with every passing moment.

"It's just polyester,"

Daichi finally said, making Suga's eyes snap in his direction. He couldn't believe what he had just heard.

‘It’s just polyester.’ Suga had thought incredulously, tears springing to his eyes as that broken record played over and over again in his mind.

He had decided he couldn't handle Noya and Tanaka teasing Daichi about his crush. Shoving his partially eaten bento box back into his bag, Suga practically bolted towards the door of the roof. He ignored the confused calls of his friends, slamming the door behind him. His breathing quickened with each stair he clambered down, tears blurring his vision the farther he distanced himself from the roof.

When he reached the bottom floor, Suga collapsed onto the floor under the stairs, hiccuping into his sleeve as he cried for what felt like the 10th time that day. 'It's just polyester? What the hell does he mean by that-did he even mean what he said to me?'

The thoughts going through Suga's head made him dizzy, his chest felt like a hole had been punched through it. What if he really didn't mean what he had said to him? His fist grabbed at the material of his shirt above his heart. 'No, he kissed me. That couldn't have meant nothing to him...'

Squeezing his eyes shut, hands starting to violently shake as the realization of his situation hit him like a ton of bricks.

But you like her better

Why did this have to happen to him? Why? Why did his heart have to choose the one person he could never have? Why couldn't he be the one Daichi was mesmerized by?

I wish I were Heather.

Now as Suga laid on his bed, he was still was broken as he was that day. Everything had gotten progressively worse and worse, leaving him drained day after day. He was unmotivated. Practices were a pain because he couldn't avoid Daichi when he was basically at his side the whole time. He had yet to meet his best friend's eyes since that day on the roof, but the hollow feeling in his chest stayed.

Suddenly the loud ringtone of his phone filled the quiet room, startling him. He begrudgingly shuffled over to his gym bag, fiddling through the items to find the source of the noise. When he found it, he looked at the Caller ID, and his heart sank.

Incoming Call: Daichi Sawamura

He didn't want to talk to him. He had been avoiding him to the best of his ability, so why was he calling him? He took a deep breath, and clicked the accept button.

"Hey, get some clothes on. I'm headed over to your house, I'm taking you to a party. See ya in a few!" Suga tried to tell Daichi there was no way he was going to a party, especially with him, but he heard the 'click' of the call ending. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. A party was the last thing he wanted to do, but he knew that when his best friend was set on something, there was nothing Suga could say or do to stop him.

He groaned, wiping his hands down his face. 'Let's just get this over with.'

Opening his closet to pick out some different clothes to change into, he decided to just put on some darker jeans, a plain lavender t-shirt, and a black zip-up hoodie. He had no desire to look good; After all, the only person he wanted to look at him was out of the picture.

As he tied the laces on his shoes, he heard the front door open. "Suga! Let's go! Kuroo called and told me the party already started!" Daichi yelled from downstairs, making Suga groan. He was definitely dreading this. He made his way down the stairs and passed Daichi who was standing right outside the door.

"You ready?" He questioned, not receiving an answer. Suga walked straight by him, rolling his eyes as he closed the door behind him. Daichi looked at him questioningly, not knowing why he was giving him the cold shoulder. They got into the car in silence, reminding Suga of the day after the Sejoh match. He shuddered, not wanting to play through that memory again. The pieces of his heart had yet to be mended, but despite that he felt the little flutters in his chest that he now hated.

He hated that he still felt the same way after all this time. He was still in love with Daichi, even after knowing that Michimiya was the one he longed after.

Suga sighed, putting his hands into his pockets as the house came into view. "You know what?" Suga started, still looking ahead at the road. "What?" Daichi questioned, happy that his best friend was finally talking to him after what had seemed like forever.

Suga faltered. He really didn't know where he thought he was going with this conversation.

'Did you really think that telling him now would be a good idea? Wow, you really are pathetic,'

He clenched his fists in his pockets. He wanted to tell Daichi how much pain he was in, how much he wanted him. But he couldn't.

"Nevermind," he finally muttered out, getting out of the car and walking up the steps to the house, opening the door. He heard Daichi sputter out a response, ultimately snapping his mouth shut when he realized Suga wasn't going to listen. The setter was greeted with loud music and the strong smell of alcohol and sweat. He spotted Kuroo and Bokuto in the living room playing beer pong against Terushima and Iwazumi.

"Hey hey hey!" Bokuto yelled as he saw the two walk in the door, Daichi giving him a bro hug and Suga giving him a small wave. "What's up guys? Here, have a drink," Terushima said, holding out two cups filled with god knows what to the two.

Suga politely declined his offer, while Daichi took one of the cups. In a moment Kuroo had taken the other cup out of Terushima's hand and chugged it, yelling afterwards.

'I already want to leave'

Suga walked over to a more secluded place in the house. He closed his eyes for a moment, the booming music reverberating through his ears. As he opened his eyes, he locked onto two figures sitting on the couch.

Watch as she stands with her holding your hand

Suga's world crashed down yet again. He watched as Micimiya sat down on the couch and reached over to hold Daichi's hand, giggling as he said something to her.

Put your arm round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder

Daichi placed his arm around her shoulder, making a small, giddy smile grace her features. Suga crossed his arms over his body, wishing he could just disappear. It was enough just knowing that they were together, but actually seeing them act like a couple right in front of his eyes caused the pain in his chest to grow tenfold. The room felt like it was closing in on him, making his breaths become shallower.

He glanced back up at the two, cringing again as he noticed the jacket she was wearing. He wanted to hate her. He wanted to so bad, but he just couldn't. Yuu Michimiya was no doubtedly perfect. Short, athletic, and beautiful. How could he beat that?

But how can I hate her? She's such an angel.

He grit his teeth together in anger, tightly gripping the material of his shirt in his fingers. Even if she was perfect in every way, he couldn't help himself from imagining what his life would be like if Yuu Michimiya just didn't exist.

But then again, kinda wish she were dead

Suga barely noticed a presence beside him as he was lost in his own thoughts. "Hey Mr. Refreshing," the figure said in a sing-song voice, and Suga didn't need to look to know who the voice belonged to. "Hello Oikawa,” he breathed out, resting his head onto the wall behind him. He couldn't help but let his eyes trail back to the two on the couch.

He noticed Oikawa settle back onto the wall beside him. The great king followed Suga's eyes until he understood what was making his fellow setter so upset. Suga watched as Michimiya said something to Daichi and rose from her sitting position on the couch.

As she walks by,

Suga couldn't help the sneer that overcame his face as she walked in front of the two, eyes staring at the jacket wrapped around her small body. Oikawa chuckled a little, watching as Suga practically killed the girl with his eyes.

"What are you laughing at?" Suga snapped out, looking annoyingly at the cocky setters face.

"What a sight for sore eyes,"

"Shut up Oikawa," he said, rolling his eyes. He started to walk away but a hand snatched out and grabbed his wrist.

"Here, drink this. It'll help you feel better," the brunette said, holding out a red solo cup just as Terushima previously had before. Suga contemplated it, mumbling a 'fuck it' and downing the bitter liquid in one go. He coughed a little and whiped his mouth, sighing as he felt the alcohol make it's way through his body.

Brighter than the blue sky

He deserved a drink. He deserved to be relieved of this hollow feeling in his chest. If getting drunk meant that he could forget Daichi, that his mind would stop playing that broken record over and over again, that those stupid flutters would go away, then getting drunk it was.

She's got you mesmerized,

"Come with me," Oikawa suddenly said, grabbing Suga's forearm and pulling him in the direction of a flight of stairs. The grey-haired boy sputtered out some words of confusion, but Oikawa still walked at a fast pace up the stairs, not faltering for a second to answer his questions.

Oikawa opened the door to what Suga decided was a bedroom, quickly shutting the door behind them when they entered. "Oikawa, what are we doing up h-"

He was cut off mid-sentence by Oikawa forcefully pressing his lips onto his.

While I die.

Suga placed his hands on Oikawa's chest, pushing him off of himself. "What are you doing?" He sputtered out, looking incredulously at the taller boy. Oikawa stepped closer to him, making Suga take a step back, his back hitting the door they just came in. The brunette placed his right leg between Suga's, bending down slightly to look him in the eyes.

"I know you're in pain. I can see it in your eyes," he said, reaching up to cup Suga's cheek in his palm, "let me help you forget, even if it's just for a little bit," he whispered, lips lightly grazing over Suga's.

He didn't have the chance to speak before Oikawa's lips were back on his, but this time, he didn't push him away. Instead he kept his hands on the taller boy's chest, slowly moving his lips along with his.

Why would you ever kiss me?

'Maybe he's right, I just need to let him help me,' Suga thought as his hands ran through Oikawa's hair, tugging at the strands lightly.

I'm not even half as pretty,

Oikawa licked Suga's bottom lip, asking for permission before letting his tongue slip into Suga's mouth. The shorter boy ignored the fact that he didn't once feel the flutters in his chest whenever Oikawa kissed him.

'This is the only way to get over him, you saw her down there! She was wearing his jacket, he's not yours,'

You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester,

Oikawa moved down from his lips to place sloppy kisses onto his neck, leaving Suga to take in deep rugged breaths. In his gut he knew this was wrong, so wrong, but the need to forget his sorrows overpowered that gut feeling. Daichi didn't like him, and here Oikawa was, offering to help him.

But you like her better,

Suga let out a slight moan as he felt Oikawa's hands slip under his shirt, hot fingertips running over his body left goosebumps in their wake. He closed his eyes, trying to relish in the feeling of the hot kisses the brunette was placing on his torso, but before he knew it, he imagined Daichi was the one kissing him.

“If you want me to stop I will.

“No, it’s fine. I’m fine. Keep going, please.”

Suga didn't realize his phone was buzzing over and over again with texts from his best friend, asking where he was.

I wish I were Heather.

Downstairs, Daichi sat on the couch with his phone is his hands. Suga wasn't responding to any of his texts, making him worried. One second he was standing against the wall talking to Oikawa, and the next they were both gone. Daichi glanced over as Tanaka sat next to him, muttering a simple 'hi'.

"Hey Daichi, where's Michimiya?" Tanaka questioned, but he wasn’t really paying attention. He was too worried about whether Suga was okay, contemplating going to look for him.

He shrugged his shoulders in response to Tanaka's question, not really concerned at all as to where the girl was.

Right as he was about to get up and search for the missing setter, he appeared in front of him. Suga had his eyes downcast, grey hair hanging in front of his eyes.

"Can we leave?" Suga questioned, his voice quiet.

"Sure."

~~~~~~~~~~~

The car ride was silent. Suga was looking out the window at the night sky, the stars still shining bright as they made their way down the road.

He felt numb.

He still hadn't processed what happened with Oikawa, feeling that it was better to just act like it never happened. But that hollow feeling was still ever-present.

"Alright, talk," Daichi suddenly said, making Suga jump slightly, "You've been acting weird, so what's up?"

Suga felt his heart drop. Daichi had noticed his behavior towards him. Inside his head he was panicking, breaths quickening as he kneaded his hands together. Taking a deep breath, he finally decided to say what was on his mind.

"Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty,"

The night after the Sejoh game flashed in his mind.

"You gave her your sweater,”

he scoffed a little, adding

“It’s just polyester,”

As Daichi listened to the words he immediately pulled over to the side of the road and parked the car.

He turned to look at Daichi, tears now silently spilling down his face.

"But you like her better,"

He looked down at his hands, feeling defeated.

"I wish I were-"

His sentence was cut off as Daichi placed a hand under his chin, kissing him deeply. His eyes widened for a moment, slowly closing as he melted into the kiss.

Daichi pulled away after a moment, wiping Suga's tears away from his cheeks, his own fresh ones sliding down his face.

"I'm so sorry Suga. I had convinced myself you would never feel for me the way I did for you. Michimiya was a distraction, a horrible one at that.”

Daichi paused to wipe his tears, thumb hovering lightly over Suga’s cheek.

“I should have told you about my feelings instead of being a complete douche,” he said, the two laughing lightly at the comment.

“Yea, you should have.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You should be.”

“Can I be forgiven?”

“Only if I get that jacket back.”

Suga genuinely smiled for what felt like the first time in months. Daichi put his lips to his again softly. “Of course. It was always yours to begin with anyway.”