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zelphin124 · 3 months

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Dust x YN Short Story

You simps... this is the result of this poll.

Uh, yeah... Here we go I guess.

THIS IS YOUR FAULT @kuuuuro YOU BIAS LIL NUGGET /lh

I swear I have motivation somewhere-

~o0o~

Twenty weeks.

You started to lose count of the days as you circled your cell. The sun was setting again, so your evening meal would arrive soon.

Nightmare had kidnapped you not so long ago. All you could gather was you were being used as a bargaining chip. If your friends didn't make enough negative energy in your AU, you would die.

Depression would be achieved either way.

You heard tales of the negative king. You know that he had a brother who was the positive opposite of him, you also heard fantasies of him having a soft spot for people, wanting to just have a time of rest.

None of those were true at all.

He was the definition of evil. He was cruel and treated everyone poorly to feed off it. He didn't care about anyone, not even his own employees, who were the ones that brought you food. He laughed in the face of requests and always got what he wanted, one way or another, often making others kill for him.

This led your train of thought to the various employees. There was Killer, the smiley, toxic one. He never shut up and obeyed Nightmare like a dog. He was the one who wanted to cause you the most pain. His addiction to blood and knives didn't help with that. You found it unsettling how much black ink dripped from his eyes when he looked at you. You knew he saw you as an object, nothing more. He has threatened to do horrendous things to you to please his boss... but... he hasn't laid a hand on you yet.

Horror was the second employee. He appeared to be the polar opposite of Killer in personality but equally as unsettling. He would stare at you for long hours, his bulging red eye unwavering and not blinking. You have overheard many conversations that he wanted to save you for a meal. Whenever he was hungry, he lingered not too far from you. If it weren't for the negativity he gave off when he was unable to eat you, you were sure Nightmare would've let him already.

Then there was Murder Sans. He was the quietest, and the one who didn't say much, if at all. The entire time you've known him, he lurked in conversations and only gave off nods, shrugs, and head shakes as communication. The other two employees were terrified of him; they often talked about his LV levels and how he could kill them easily. Although all of them were murderers, he was the only one reluctant to do it again.

Especially to you.

When he came to give you food, you didn't have to cower in the corner or tell them to leave. He barely said anything to you, but he's whispered enough words to tell you his voice was rasp and aloof. His eyes never narrowed at you, and he didn't stare like the others. If you caught him staring, he would respectfully look away, going about his business. He always ensured that you got the best food and that none of it dropped before it reached you. Sometimes, he would take the food that he got and give it to you. His coworkers always said he acted weird when he saw you, but you couldn't quite tell why.

You couldn't tell anything about him, in reality.

The door to your cell opened. You pressed yourself against the damp, cold, stone bricks of your cell, the chains around your ankles clamped tight. You prayed that it wasn't Killer again; you didn't want to fake happy feelings in your heart for Nightmare to come take him away.

You couldn't tell which coworker it was until their entire body walked down the stairs. They all wore the same clothing, and the only difference they had from one another was their faces.

You saw the hooded employee holding a candle in one hand and your food in the other. You sigh in relief, the pace of your heartbeat slowing down tremendously. His red eyes glowed softly as his gaze shifted towards you. He looked more tired than usual.

"Your food," he raises it up before setting it down by your feet.

You were starving. Before he could say anything else, you gulfed down the food before him, delighting at the taste of mashed potatoes and green beans. Although you used to be picky, prison has taught you to like every form of food. Anything that Dust brought you tasted good.

He watched you eat before sitting down in front of you. You didn't notice until your food was good. Thanking him for the food, you lay back down on the paved floor, hoping that you wouldn't get back pain as you slept.

Murder traced his hands across the floor before he looked back up at you. "It's boring in here, do you wanna watch a movie?"

At first, you were confused. Did you want to watch a movie? Of course you did; anyone would take that over sitting in a cell again all night. Heck, you haven't been out of the cell in weeks, and you started to smell, let alone go crazy. You nod, telling him you wish to, but you couldn't because you were chained-

The bones that flew through the chains around your frail body shattered as bones shot up from the ground. For the first time, the weight of the metal was off your skin, setting you free. You reach down and rub your ankles and wrists, which you were unable to touch weeks before.

As you were distracted, you felt hands wrap around your waist and legs. Your eyes widen as he hoists you up into his arms and carries you out of the stall. You yelp from shock, asking him what's going on.

"I need a movie partner. Horror doesn't want to watch movies with me anymore," he explained nonchalantly. "And call me Dust, please."

You were about to ask more questions but kept your mouth shut as he carried you through the castle and up the stairs. You passed the dining room where the rest of the castle inhabitants were.

"Pass me the sauce Horror!" Killer cried.

"No, I'm using it." Horror dumped a large amount of sauce onto whatever he was eating.

"You're going to eat it all!" Killer whined.

"Both of you shut up," Nightmare twirled his food around with a fork, looking slimy as ever.

Despite being so close to your kidnappers, they did not notice you and Dust. Not even Nightmare caught a glimpse of the silent worker carrying you up toward his room, as if he had years of practice slipping away...

As he opened the door to his room, you were greeted with a heavy scent of forest pine. His windows were open and a soft breeze blew into his room. It wasn't the most tidy room, there were a few hooks and a red scarf lying across the floor. His bed was massive and faced a TV, which was on its home screen. There was little to no light besides the gaping moon outside.

Dust set you down by the bathroom door. "Shower, clean, whatever you do I guess," he scavenged through his dresser. He pulled out a hoodie and some sweatpants. "I just washed these, will these work?"

The clothes he gave you looked so comfortable, and nothing would do besides the rags you were in currently. You didn't waste time and headed into the shower, finally cleaning yourself of the prison stench you had become so accustomed to. Despite Dust's appearance, it was clear that he took good care of himself. He seemed to have a higher respect for himself than the others.

As you walk out, you barely put on the hoodie, finding Dust on his bed scrolling through different videos. He glanced you up and down and patted the bed next to him. "Do you have a movie preference?"

You inform him of one of the movies you used to watch. Dust shrugged and pulled it up on screen as you sat beside him. Although you tried to keep your distance out of respect, he pulled you closer to him and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. A single pillow was what kept you from being buried in his chest.

You felt the blood rush to your face. Why was he being so nice? You were a prisoner, yet he treated you like a comrade, if not like royalty. He offered you popcorn and watched the movie in silence, asking only two questions throughout the show. He was polite, and he made sure you had enough blankets to keep you warm, and he offered his hand to squeeze when you got scared at certain parts.

When Killer came banging on the door, Dust gestured to you to stay quiet as he changed his voice, barely talking to Killer through the door and telling him to go away. However, he seemed very tired when he sat on the bed again... and fell asleep on your lap.

At first, you panicked. What happens if someone barges through the door? If someone sees you, what will you say? Would they finally kill you?

But something else told you that there was a reason why you weren't dead yet. Perhaps Dust advocated for you and kept you alive behind your back. Perhaps he didn't want you dead. After all, he did want to watch a movie with you.

You gasp from surprise as Dust's arms wrap around you like he is hugging the most treasured thing in the world. His face was buried in your shoulder, and he breathed slowly. If you hadn't fallen for the skeleton and all the kind things he's done for you yet, you sure did now. He was so peaceful as you stroked his head, not moving so he could sleep. He was so kind to you, giving you food and finally freeing you from prison.

You couldn't figure out why but decided not to think about it as your own eyes got droopy. Despite your situation, you had no trouble falling asleep in Dust's arms.

Maybe you'll wake up from this wonderous dream.

Or maybe you'll find out that there is good in everyone after all.

#dust sans #murder sans #sans x reader #sans x yn #yn #utmv #dust sans x yn #undertale au #sans au #undertale

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astroyongie · 2 months

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Wet Castle

Note: I can't find the request anymore on my inbox! Anyway this comes from a request that wanted a writing about yn x Wooyoung and x San with the mafia/gang tag. This part one, part two could come out if you guys enjoy this one!

Wet Castle

pairings: Wooyoung x YN and San x YN

synopsis: After growing up in one of the most dangerous Seoul Gangs, a strange accident made you decide to cut ties with your affiliation and leave the gang you were so attached with. You moved to Itaewon, doing small works for money, until the day you met Wooyoung, a nice guy next door who worked right under a small coffee shop. You can’t help getting closer to Wooyoung, knowing fairly well that your past life will never leave you alone..

Triggers: Mention of subtle smut, drugs, alcohol, hard language.

Part two: here

Part One

You inhaled the smoke, burning your lungs once more. The cold breeze caressed your blushed face, as you blow thick smoke into the air. You hated Itaewon. But it was still better than going back to Seocho District. At night, you would often find yourself in the apartment complex stairs, smoking one cigarette or two, while eyeing the drunk men passing by as they searched for another club to get. Women were nearby too, many dressed with short dresses, giggling like children whenever they got the attention of those richer than them.

The streets raged in drunk and drugged people and foreigners looking for fantasies. It was a paradise for underground business and a nightmare for those who wanted to live a quiet life.

Fuck, you hated Itaewon. You just hated Seocho more.

“Y/n?” a voice called and you lazily turned your gaze to the man in front of you. You sighed, standing from the stairs and taking another hit from your cigarette.

“Yeosang.”

It has been 3 months since you left Zeeta, one of the most - if not the current most- renowned gangs in South Korea. You already knew, it wouldn't be easy leaving such life behind, none of the people you have ever met did. The only way out was certain death, and yet there you were. Hanging by a thread, not fully out, not fully in.

Yeosang bowed his head swiftly at you, before reaching inside his pocket. He pulled out a small envelope before extending his arm to you. You looked up into his blazed eyes, blowing out the smoke before taking in the small envelope. It was heavy and you could smell its contenance from distance. Money. Dirty money.

“You can go now.” You ordered and Yeosang tsked.

“I don't take orders from you, white tiger.”

Your annoyed glare didn't seem to make Yeosang react. You have known him for years now, and your intimidating gaze was routine for him. Looking up in the sky, he added. “He wants to know when you are coming back.”

You stayed silent, the uneasy feeling coiling at the base of your stomach. Turning around, you took one step up the stairs before answering, swallowing the aftertaste of this visit.

“I won’t. Tell him to stop sending me money. I dont need it.”

You didn't look back. Instead you went straight back to your flat, feeling suddenly colder. It was only once you had closed the door behind you, after hearing that click of the lock, that you allowed yourself to breathe in and out. You hated Seocho. But you hated him more.

…

The Pirate Coffee Shop was probably the only positive thing in Itaewon. Their coffee was strong and bitter, enough to make you pull a comfortable expression, each time the liquid poured down your throat. The pastries were sweet and the smell of freshly baked goods usually made your body relaxed. Although you didn't eat them that much, being surrounded by it made you feel somehow calm. You take it for a habit to come over each morning, sitting always on the same table in the front of the big windows, at the bottom of the shop. You had become an usual customer to the point where ordering wasn't even necessary.

It felt comfortable. It felt nice. To have the sun heating your face while you read your books or the newspaper. You almost felt like a normal civilian when you did so.

The waiter came, pushing a hot black coffee in front of you, alongside a pistachio croissant. You removed your eyes from your book, furrowing your brows when you saw the pastry. It's been a week now, that you had been receiving food that you had never once ordered. At first you didn't even complain but now, it had happened way too much to be a simple coincidence.

“I didn’t order this.” you called out, before looking up and meeting the almond eyes of the waiter. Ah yes, the waiter. The small etiquette on top of his blouse clearly said “Wooyoung” but you had been mentally calling him brat, for quite some time.

The brat would always pester you with questions about your living, making small talk that you often tried to turn down. you weren't stupid, you could clearly see that he had been trying to hit on you, but you wouldn't allow yourself to enjoy his company. Not now, at least.

“It's on the house,” the boy said, a ravishing smile ripping through his face.

“You said that yesterday,” you mumbled and eyed the pastry with a watering mouth. Wooyoung had been working at this coffee shop for about a month. At first, he would avoid you, as the owner would always be the one taking your orders and serving your black coffee. That until this brat started to serve you. You didn't mind at first, it was their job after all. But it's been a week now, that the insolent has been offering you food like you were a homeless person.

“I saw you look at it this morning,” Wooyoung explained, pulling the serving plate against his chest, the same smile covering his features. “I thought you might want to try it.”

You licked your lips in an attempt to hide a seemingly smile. “Did I?”

“Yeah.”

“Wooyoung!” The owner called from the countertop, his old wrinkles giving him a perpetual aspect of being upset. “Leave the customer alone and go to work, you rascal!”

“Yes boss!” the boy said before turning to you once more. “I am Wooyoung, by the way.”

“I know.”

Your reply seemed to have left him a little confused, but he did grin widely at you. Before he could ask for yours, the owner called him again, making the young boy rush to give the other customers their orders. You grinned slightly, eyeing the waiter for a few seconds as he kept doing his job. His black hair was messily tied in a small ponytail, his dimples showing each time he would smile at someone inside the shop. Wooyoung was probably younger than you, for a year or two, you figured.

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts, looking back at your croissant.

Maybe Itaewon wasn't that bad.

…

“Maybe I should leave for the countryside.”

You mumbled to yourself as you walked past the streets, the cold night making you push your hands deep into your jacket’s pockets. As per usual, Itaewon was crowded with people at night, foreigners looking for adventures and some fun, men looking for hookups and girls thirsting for attention that their parents couldn't give them. It was pathetic really, but you couldn't help but enjoy walking in the same streets they did. It somehow made you feel better.

Was it because they were as fucked up as you? Or maybe because you blended so well in this atmosphere, that you felt finally invisible enough not to worry about your safety.

You truly didn't know. You craved freedom, a normal life without constantly worrying about tomorrow. Yet, you couldn't let go of the thrilling feeling of potentially dying tomorrow gave you.

The air was thick with the scent of smoke and alcohol. It was easy to spot the people that once worked below you. These insects of humans, wearing those green woodies, have pockets full of people’s wildest fantasies. Ecstasy, heroine, coke, cannabis. You name it, they had it. You still couldn't comprehend how one could be so stupid, that they felt the need to consume this shit to feel better within themselves. Life was shit no matter the things you put inside your body.

Hypocrite, you thought. After all, you had consumed the same crap they did, more than once.

You turned left, walking back to your flat. It was getting late, and you didn't feel like drowning yourself in alcohol anymore. Reaching inside your back pants pocket, you took your cigarette pack, sighing in annoyance when you noticed only one left. You didn't have any money on you either, so it wasn't worth it to go and buy some now.

Looking forward, you already could see the stairs to your flat, a couple of minutes away, and even the faint light of the Pirate Coffee Shop, which was probably going to close soon. You took the last cigarette and brought it to your lips, stopping your steps in order to light it up. Before you could reach for your lighter, you saw an old man coming to you, lighter bright.

“Please, allow me, doll”

The man said before lighting your cigarette. You gave the man a quick look, as you inhaled smoke to light your poison. He was old, his clothing was not that expensive to be worthy of your attention. A pity, otherwise you might have joined him for some fun. Once your cigarette lit, you took a step back, bowing your head slightly before passing through.

“Hey!” the man called, his voice slightly annoyed. “Hey, those aren't manners! You should say thank you, bitch!”

“Piss off, I am not in the mood,” you neutrally said. Men, they always thought they were entitled to do whatever they wanted, just by doing the bare minimum. You felt a pressure on your arm, before you were turned around with force. The surprise of the movement made you drop the cigarette into the ground. The man grabbed you by the collar, as your eyes were still fixed on your last freaking cigarette, burning away on the dirty ground.

“Hey bitch, maybe I should teach you some manners”

“Old man..” You murmured, before glaring at him, feeling your patience running thin. “Do you want to die?”

“Huh?”

You felt your hands turn into fists, your body shifting slightly to accommodate his grip. He reeked of alcohol, pupils blown wide and his breath made you nauseous. Taking care of vermin like him was easy. A right blow under his shin and this guy would be knocked off until tomorrow morning. He probably had his wallet with him, so that would be a big win for you. You just needed to hit, now.

“Hey!!! What do you think you are doing!”

Your eyes widen at the voice reaching behind you, making you instantly release the muscles of your hand. The old man raised his eyebrows before letting go of your collar, his confused eyes glued to the men that stood behind you. You looked back, seeing Wooyoung approaching. He wasn't dressed in his waiter clothing anymore, his dark jeans suiting him like a glove and his long jacket covering half of his body. The brat stopped by your side, wrapping a hand around your shoulders which made you freeze in place. The nerve this damn rascal had-

“Back off, or I will call the cops,” Wooyoung said in a serious voice, making the other man tsked in annoyance.

“I wasn't doing anything wrong, you got it all wrong.”

“You were gripping my girlfriend, am I wrong?” Girlfriend? this bastard must be out of his fucking mind-. Your thoughts stopped when you felt Wooyoung pulling you closer to his side. The old man mumbled something under his breath, before waving in an apologizing manner, turning around. You hated men. You truly did. Once the old man was out of sight, you pushed away from Wooyoung's grip, who smiled down at you.

“Gosh, good thing I was here-”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” you asked angrily, making the boy in front of you look down at you in surprise.

“Sorry?”

“We don't know each other, why the hell did you did that for?” Wooyoung kept looking at you, dumbfounded by your statement before shrugging lightly.

“You don't need to know someone to help them, you know.”

You stayed silent, eyeing him once more before he turned his gaze to the side, his dimples disappearing under what seemed to be a small pout. Fuck, was this guy this childish? You cleared your throat, embarrassment starting to crawl up your spine.

“Sorry,” You ended up saying, rubbing the back of your neck “I didn't mean to sound ungrateful.”

The brat looked at you again, giving you a small smile. You tried to ignore it, turning your gaze forward before walking down to reach your flat. This was quite a night, and honestly you just wanted to crash on your bed and sleep it out. You frowned as you noticed the damn bastard following you, his long legs reaching your side.

“What are you doing?” you asked

“I am accompanying you until you reach home safely, of course.”

“I don't need that.”

“You could encounter another drunk guy you know. It's dangerous around here.”

You sneered. “I can handle that much.”

Wooyoung chuckled which made you look at him in confusion. There wasn't any malice in his eyes, they were soft and genuinely relaxed. This guy… truly was an irrational brat but you couldn't blame him. After all, he didn't know anything about you. He was too kind, too nice and you knew fairly well that guys like him did not last one day in your world. Wooyoung wasn't very tall, he wasn't very buffy either but he did smell nice. He definitely wasn't your type, but you could use him for your needs. You have always heard that good guys were a nice surprise in bed. Your last one night stands sucked ass, none of the guys you set up with were able to give you any type of satisfaction, and you were tired of having to think about him, to get off. You needed a change.

When you reached the stairs of your flat, Wooyoung stopped. You took a few steps up but upon noticing that he wasn't following you, you turned around.

“Good night, then.” He said, a tender smile covering his tired face.

“Do you wanna get a drink at my place?” You asked, unbothered by his surprised reaction. Wooyoung’s face turned a very pale pink but his answer did not match his body language.

“I won't go drinking in someone’s house, to which I don't even know the name of.”

That sneaky bastard.. you smiled this time, turning around as you kept walking up the stairs. “Your loss then, brat.”

“I will see you tomorrow morning,” He said back, an amused timber tingling in his voice, from the name you had called him. You bit your bottom lip before replying without looking at him

“yn.. it 's yn.”

You left Wooyoung there as you reached the door of your flat. Taking the keys out of your pocket, you insert it on the lock, your eyes narrowing as you notice that the door was unlocked. Fuck.. fuck.. someone was inside. You gulped down, taking a deep breath before twisting the knob of your door. Once you reached inside, the lights were out and the faint scent of spice and musk cologne hit your nostrils. You felt your body coil in a strange sensation as you reached your living room.

There was he. Sat on your couch, cigarette on his lips. Even in total darkness you could see the patterns of his tattoos designing themselves up from the few unbutton bottoms of his white shirt to his neck. The oni mask tattoo that covered his left hand as he took the cigarette out of his mouth to look at you, made you shiver.

Your Past.

Your Present.

Your Future.

The Red Dragon.

“Yn” he called your name, a deep voice making your knees weak and your mind foggy.

“San.”

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez wooyoung #ateez san #ateez headcanons #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions

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bowandcurtsey · 2 years

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Hey I have request if you don’t mind lol it’s from the black clover universe and I was wondering if you can do a Nozel X Little sister y/n (No incest just like fluff bc that sounds so wrong😭) but Noelle and y/n is twins and ofc the 3 big Silva siblings treated them wrong because of their mother‘s stuff etc but They apologize to them and they said I respect in them and treated them like real siblings but y/n couldn’t forgive them Noelle already forgave them. Anytime that they will come around y/n she would give them the cold shoulder and Basically started treating them how she was treated all her life but one day there was a massive fight in the clover kingdom and Nozel was too busy protecting others that the opponent set a powerful attack towards him until YN stepped in and shield him from the attack with her body and in the process got badly injured and Nozel froze for a minute and saw her bleeding out and just went off on the opponent after the battle was over and they won Nozel quickly took her to the hospital and where she was treated but she fell into a coma right after she got out of surgery and the doctors don’t know when she’s gonna wake up. How would they react/feel and do they regret anything

Angst to whatever you feel like going with at the end

Btw i’m a really big fan I’ve been reading your hc/fanfics for a hot minute now not to sound like a creep or anything but you’re writing gives me comfort and peace and mind love you and you’re work and sorry if I made you uncomfortable with the request

Hello lovely bby, was wondering how do I pronounce your name? Oznh? Or is it an abbreviation to something? Lemme know!

Also I'm sorry that this request took so long, I'm finally here now (o･ω･o) Also, so long requests like this, I'll start from somewhere that you left off, because what you've written is pretty good enough for readers to understand, I think. :3

Thank you for loving my work (*/ω＼) you did just fine bby, you don't sound like a creep and it didn't make me uncomfortable at all!

Nozel Silva x F! reader Synopsis: reader is Noelle's twin TW: angst, maybe? Unchecked works

It was a split second decision, you didn't have much time to think it through; you brother was going to die from that oncoming lazer beam.

Maybe it was your heart getting soft from the apologies that he said, or the things he did to show you that he wanted to start things afresh, or because Dorothy nee-san showed you and Noelle the truth, or maybe because your twin had forgiven your siblings so it was like a twin thing to somehow feel the same.

Or maybe, just maybe, you never really hated your brother from the start. Somewhere deep down that cold heart of yours, behind those walls that you've built so high up, you actually longed to have a happy family with your siblings after Mama Acier passed on.

But you didn't want your brother to die. Not when you haven't had the time to spend with him yet. That was the only thought you had when you threw yourself right in front of the lazer beam and flew a few miles away.

You body was in pain but your heart felt like it was set free. It was lighter and happier like all the burdens were lifted. The last image you had was of your brother holding you in his arms, calling for your name, begging for you to stay with him.

You never felt that close to brother Nozel in your life, and it felt heartwarming and comforting to be in his arms. You slowly closed your eyes, knowing that you'll be safe and sound.

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The scene of you throwing yourself in front of the lazer beam repeated like a broken record in Nozel's mind. Why did you do that? The image of you, lying lifeless in a pool of blood flashed constantly in front of his eyes.

Nozel could barely stand. His legs felt like they would buckle at any moment, the fear in him eating him from inside, slowly and steadily as his worst nightmare was just about to happen; he was going to lose someone he love again. Mama Acier told him to protect all of them and yet, he didn't keep his promise.

He looked at his shaking hands with a crestfallen face. He prayed for everything to stop, willed for himself to be strong for the rest of the siblings, and yet when Noelle came to him quietly asking, "Nozel oni-sama, is y/n okay?" He retreated a few steps back to steady himself on the wall behind him.

He didn't know. He had no answer to that simple question. He wished he could say that you'll be alright.. He hoped that you'll be.

The doctors came out with somber expression, saying that you'll be in a coma until god knows when. The 4 Silva siblings were in silence. It was as though their voices were lost together when the doctors' left. Nozel went into your room first, unable to believe what the doctors said until he saw with his own eyes.

A gasp left Nebra's mouth when they came in after their brother. You were wrapped in bandages, tubes attached to you from multiple places, some of your skin were covered in purple bruises. Noelle started to cry seeing her twin in this state.

Nozel's eyes locked onto you for a long time, his eyes narrowed and his pupils shook. His fist clenched into a tight ball as he tried his best to suppress the welling pain in his chest. The broken bones in his body right now could not compare to the ache in his heart.

Memories of you when you were younger raced in his mind, how he held you gently in his arms when you were just a baby, how he swore to always protect you. He swore again right then and there, to be there for you from now onwards, to pamper you like you and Noelle deserved. If only....

Sorry. The words couldn't come out from his throat, but it repeated again and again as he reached out to your hand and held it, the pitter patter of tears falling on your delicate skin.

#nozel imagine #nozel silva x reader #nozel x reader #nozel silva hcs #black clover headcanons #black clover imagine #black clover x reader #black clover scenarios #black clover fanfiction #black clover imagines

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lollypopsx · 2 years

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Trope Request’s Masterlist

Updated: 18.02.2022

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* Main Masterlist *

* Lollypopsx Dialogue Game Blurbs *

Boyfriend!Harry

A Trip To The Fair

-The one where date night at the fair makes you happy -

Pet Parents

- The one where you go to get milk and come home with a puppy -

Scared in a Storm - (Harry x deaf!reader)

- The one where you’re deaf and Harry accidentally scares you when he comes home -

So tell me the best feeling, something deep?

- The one where Harry is being cheeky in an interview -

Wine Stained Tears and Mean Fans

- The one where you get hurt by angry fans, and Harry gets protective -

Even When The Night Changes

- The one where Harry takes you Ice Skating for a date, and disaster strikes -

Showerhead Highs *smut

- The one where you’re too uncomfortable during your pregnancy to enjoy sex, so Harry helps in other ways -

Helpful Harry

- The one where Harry tried to make you feel better, but he makes you cry instead -

Second Date Disaster

- The one where an allergic reaction jeopardises your second date with Harry -

Nightmare Comforts

- The one where Harry has to wake you from another vivid nightmare -

Boy or Girl? -HSLOT San Diego

- The one where you and Harry reveal your baby’s gender to the band -

Can I Hold You?

- The one where you’re in a new relationship with Harry and get scared he might hit you -

Dazed by Banter

- The one where yours and Harry’s banter is rife through his Dazed photoshoot -

I wasn’t drunk, I’m Pregnant - Part 2

- The one where you’re still yet to tell Harry you’re pregnant, but he accuses you of relapsing with alcohol -

Tonight, I’m in charge -Smut

- The one where Harry’s being a sub and you’re overworking him -

Not Over You - Ex’s to lovers

- The one where Harry talks about his heartbreak over your relationship in an interview -

Harry Looks After You When You’re Drunk

- The one where Harry has to get you ready for bed while you’re drunk -

Sick Harry

- The one where you look after a sick Harry -

It’s Okay Not To Be Okay

- The one where you’re not feeling Christmassy, and you’re not feeling happy, but Harry is there to help -

Brother!Harry x Y/N

-You’re the sister to Harry styles, but living with Social Anxiety and OCD with a famous brother is a rollercoaster!-

Too Many Bad Things

- The one where you’re trying to get ready for an event, but everything is going wrong, but Harry is there to comfort you -

I Just Want To Be Normal

- The one where a business lunch takes a downhill spiral and Harry takes you home early -

Christmas Day

- The one where everyone is feeling festive, after having the worst Christmas ever last year, but everything goes according to plan this year -

Dad!Harry

-A variety of moments with Dad!Harry-

Bug, I will always look after you (Harry x Ivy)

- The one where your teenage daughter is unwell and you’re away, leaving Harry to handle it -

But Daddy, I love him - Part 2 -Angst (Harry Y/N x Ivy x Isla)

- The one where your daughters secrets slip out, arguments get heated and mean words get thrown around. But can it be fixed? -

Playing Favourites (Harry x Ivy x Isla)

- The one where Ivy and Isla participate in their dance show, and Ivy feels that she hasn’t danced to perfection -

Public Period (Harry x Ivy)

- The one where Ivy has an issue in white jeans,band Harry saves the day -

The Ivy Who Stole Harry’s Heart (Harry x Ivy)

- The one where Harry falls even more in love with his daughter -

Reoccurring Nightmares (Harry x Ivy x Tommy) -Angsty

- The one where Ivy needs help -

You Can’t Buy Kindness (Harry x Ivy x YN)

- The one where you’re thankful at the little girl you are raising -

Please Don’t Get Divorced (Harry x Y/N x Ivy x Isla)

- The one where tensions rise between you and Harry, and the girls get scared -

Ivy’s First Car Accident (Harry x Y/N x Ivy)

- The one where you’re fearing the unimaginable-

No Point Crying Over Spilt Juice

- The one where Harry has a bad day, and accidentally takes it out in the kids -

Runaway Notes (Harry x Ivy)

- The one where Harry needs to do some late night driving to find a runaway Ivy -

Embarrassing Ivy (Harry x Ivy)

- The one where Harry loves to embarrass Ivy in front of her friends -

Swing-ball Summer (Harry x Ivy)

- The one where Harry regrets teaching Ivy how to use a racquet -

This Is What Christmas Is All About (Harry x Y/N x Ivy x Isla)

- The one where after school outings and Christmassy treats make you happy -

Single Dad!Harry x Charleigh

-Harry becomes a single parent at age 17 to his baby, Charleigh Reign Anne Styles-

I’m sick of you

- The one where Harry and teenage Charleigh are struggling with tour life -

-Sneaking Around - ft Niall Horan

-The one where Charleigh get’s caught sneaking out -

-Moral Of The Story

- The one where Niall helps Charleigh to write a song about her Mum, and her and Harry are reunited once more -

Flowers and Crowds

- The one where Charleigh struggles in a crowd of her Dad’s fans -

Festive Food Shops With A Four Year Old

- The one where Charleigh runs off in the supermarket car park during the Christmas rush -

- Pre-Christmas Festivities

- The one where Harry, Charleigh, Niall, Louis, Liam and some friends have an early Christmas celebration -

The Story Of Our Life - In Quarantine

- The one where Charleigh surprises her Dad with a sentimental gift during a tough quarantine -

Christmas Cheer and Cheesy Jokes

- The one where Harry embarrasses Charleigh during a radio show -

Tours, Tears & Tantrums

- The one where Charleigh gets upset backstage for having to share Harry with the fans -

Healthnut Harry

- The one where Harry bans junk food -

Fear of Flying

- The one where plans change quickly and Charleigh has an anxiety attack -

In Coney Island, Wondering ‘Where Did My Baby Go’

- The one where Harry loses Charleigh in Coney Island -

I’ll Always Catch You If You Faint

- The one where Charleigh is overwhelmed and faints in front of fans -

Slipping Through My Fingers/Charleigh’s 18th

- The one where Harry realises Charleigh is growing up as she reaches her 18th birthday during Love On Tour -

Pap Issues/I’m Eight, I don’t Need To Hold Your Hand

- The one where Charleigh thinks she’s too old to hold Harry’s hand, until the paps show their faces -

Charleigh Walks In On Harry

- The one where Charleigh comes home earlier than expected -

Charleigh’s First Period ft. Y/N

- The one where Y/N saves the day -

It’s Negative

- The one where Charleigh takes a pregnancy test, and Harry is there to support her -

Sick Charleigh

- The one where Charleigh is sick during Love On Tour, and she is Harry’s priority -

Grumpy Teens and Screens

- The one where a grumpy Charleigh gets her phone taken away -

London House Tour

- The one where you can see their house -

Nappies and Cookies

- The one where toddler Charleigh escapes from the nappy change, and there is only one way to bribe her back -

Mood Swings

- The one where Charleigh’s period gets the better of her -

Drunk Charleigh 1

- The one where Charleigh gets drunk after her first night clubbing, and Harry is on hand to help with the aftermath -

Kisses and Plasters

- The one where Charleigh playing with her uncles ends in tears -

Bruises and Handprints

- The one where some of Harry’s fans get a bit rough with Charleigh -

Awful Brit Interview

- The one where Charleigh gets overwhelmed by a rude interview -

Get Well Soon My Little Cherry

- The one where Charleigh is in a cast and Harry is by her side -

More Period Dramas

- The one where Harry has had a bad day and takes it out on Charleigh -

Text Conversations 1 - When Charleigh Finds Out About Love On Tour Dates 2022

Text Conversations 2 - When Charleigh Does A Lyric Prank On Harry

Text Conversations 3 - When Harry Does A Revenge Lyric Prank That Goes Wrong!

Instagram Concept 1 - Moments In Time

HSLOT - Dad!Harry x Y/N x Ivy

-How life during Love on Tour treats the three of you as a family while touring with Harry-

Terrible Two Tantrum

Visiting Vegas

Shits & Giggles At Bathtime

Thanksgiving and Appreciation

Cupcake Secrecy

Poorly Ivy

Gang!Harry

Rosie, Lucie, Teeny & Tiny

As Useless As The Rest -Angst

Period Problems

You’ll Always Be My Favourite ‘What If’ -Angst

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3nergy-spirit · 1 year

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Draw hugs with Nightmare Sans? Like a self insert hug/cuddle with him

lol

#nightmare sans #nightmare sans x yn #undertale #undertale au #dreamtale

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aineirisha · 2 years

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What I confessed while daydreaming

Kakashi x reader

Summary: The advantage of training with Kakashi is that you can have him close. Maybe a little too close. (Slowburn fluff and character background because why not). Set before team 7, Kakashi and you are not dating. Yet

A/N: this is a character insert fic and though is Kakashi x reader centered I want reader to be involved with other characters.

W/C: 3000 +

"That's enough ramen for today Naruto," Iruka's hand stopped the blond child. Not a second after, said child was already whining, loudly.

"Naruto, that's your sixth bowl of ramen in a row! Iruka-sensei is right, it's enough for today," you said, mocking at the kid, "one more bowl and you're gonna have to go back to your house rolling," you laughed at him.

"If you want another bowl you'll have to pay for it, Naruto," the sensei stated in a reprimanding voice.

"Uh-... hehehe" he giggled as he scratched his head, "I better get going, I have homework to do," and he left sprinting.

Iruka's sigh was cut by your loud laugh, "He's gonna empty my wallet soon, I swear." the brown-haired smiled at you.

"Don't worry, we can split the check," you said as you took out the money.

"It's ok YN-san, you don't have to do th-"

"It's fine! I just got the first paycheck from the hospital," you winked at him.

"How's that going?"

"Uhmm... It's going good I guess... I'm learning a lot but chakra molding is exhausting. Not hard, but exhausting."

"You do look tired."

"I haven't slept well," that dream was becoming more recurrent and you couldn't crack what made you uneasy about it.

Mau, come to me, my child...

The voice echoed in your head.

"Do you know what 'Mau' means?" you turned to Iruka.

"Well, it's not a word used anymore but many years ago it was used to name the period where seasons start to change. It means 'whirling dance' like the motion cherry blossoms make when they fall from the trees. Why?"

"I've been having this dream lately... It's like... flying and lots of colors... and... there's this... being, I think it's a man, that calls me daughter..." your pensive voice slowly silenced and your gaze was lost, "You must think I'm crazy," you chuckled.

"No, no. I've also had dreams that feel weird and I can't shake off the feeling," he gave you a warm smile, "It's not a nightmare, is it?"

You shook your head, "No, it's actually nice, sort of. But this being, this man, keeps calling for me and I always wake up before I can reach him,"

"Maybe it'll shake off once you do."

What does he want from me?

"Maybe..." you took a sip from your drink and sighed. Iruka took out his wallet to pay for the other half of the check and, as he did, you stared at him not noticing the smile drawing on your face.

Life in Konoha was becoming routine. Not in a bad way though. The streets and the people had begun to feel familiar, you were no longer an outsider, you were slowly building a life there... one you knew you would eventually have to leave behind.

The thought of that made your chest burn. You frowned.

"What is it?" Iruka interrupted your thoughts.

"Hhmm?" you turned your eyes to him, "Oh, I just, uhm- remembered something," you gave him a reassuring smile, "I gotta go now. See you next week?"

"Sure. It's not like Naruto is gonna take a no for an answer, anyway," the sensei knew his student. You weren't seeing each other for training anymore because you didn't have enough time, but you always found moments to hang out, and lately, Naruto had been the excuse.

"See you then," you smiled as you waved goodbye.

~~~~~~

Every afternoon Sasuke left school and head himself to a place in the forest to train his aim. His determination was much like Naruto's except he wasn't searching for glory. It didn't come from a desire for recognition. It came from a dark painful place. A void in his heart that you had found nothing could fill. Not your warm smiles, or your kind gestures. Not even your power, apparently.

By this point, you had run out of ideas on how to befriend him.

After that time you asked Naoki-san to cook a meal for him and you received nothing but a cold "thank you" from Sasuke, and "It is rude to stay somewhere you were not invited in the first place," when you tried to establish a conversation, it was very clear to you that he wasn't gonna let you into his life that easily or at all. So all you could do was keep him company while hiding. It was against your nature not to help. And also every time you were near him, the pain you felt was so strong you wanted to die and kill everyone around you. That could turn into something dangerous.

No one deserves to feel that way and be left alone.

So you followed him into the forest, hid behind a tree, and sat, hugging him with your chakra, trying to contain him.

You let tears run down your cheeks in complete silence to ease the pain coming from him. His chakra felt like a fortress made by the thickest and coldest ice. Every time your chakra reached his you felt the burn of cold rage in your chest and a lump in your throat that stopped you from making any clear sound.

How can he go through life like this?

He was an orphan, you had found. One of many in the village, but no one carried that pain.

The tentacles of your chakra surrounded his, hugging him tightly as you whispered in your thoughts,

You are not alone, you are loved, you don't have to play strong, I'm with you... You are not alone, you are loved, you don't have to play strong, I'm with you... You are not alone, You are loved... you are loved, you are not alone...

A crack in the frozen fortress.

He threw another Kunai screaming from the bottom of his lungs with the hoarsest voice and fell, knees on the ground.

"WHY??!!!" He shouted at the sky, crying, "WHY DID YOU BETRAY US, BROTHER??!! WHY???!!" He sobbed uncontrollably, "WHY DIDN'T YOU KILL ME, ITACHI!!??" He threw the rest of the kunais furiously as he wept louder and louder.

You hugged him tighter trying to keep his emotions together, containing him with all you could so that he didn't shatter.

"I admired you..." he sobbed "I wanted to be like you... how could you...? I-... Mom-..." Sasuke took a deep breath, "but she's never coming back now..." he cried.

And as he tried to contain his sobs you felt the crack in the fortress harden again, and a strong wave of energy pushed you back,

"And that's why I have to kill you."

The crack disappeared. He stood up in silence and left.

Distance broke the contact between your chakras and you were left alone in the woods with a feeling of abandonment you had never felt before.

***********

"Stop that, child! you're gonna hurt yourself!"

"But mom, I want to learn how to fight"

"That's for boys, my love, leave it to your brother"

"But I like swords, mommy, they make me feel powerful"

"Stop it! before you hurt yourself"

A scream. You hurt yourself. Mom had been right.

"Why does my brother get to learn with swords and I don't?"

"Because he's a boy and boys are better with those things"

"But Taro-sensei says-"

"-You already tried and failed,"

"My brother still fails sometimes"

"I don't want to hear another word on the subject child!"

You remembered those conversations so clearly. They constantly echoed in your mind like hunters of every single one of your decisions and every single one of your mistakes. As if everything you did was a way to prove that failure was not the end but one more step to move forward. But they had never let you fail freely, you always had to have everything figured out from the beginning.

But EVERYONE failed from time to time. There was no way to achieve greatness without failure.

Drops of sweat ran down your forehead as you bent forward to lay your hands on your knees, trying to ease your breathing. Frowning, you turned to see the targets painted in front of you, straightened your body again, placed yourself in position, and threw the kunai.

The weapon flew to your right as if it had a mind of its own and landed on the floor.

"God DAMN IT!!!!! WHY!!!!??" you squealed as you raised your hands to the air and pulled your hair.

There were Kunais scattered haphazardly all over the training ground.

Kakashi closed his book, turned to see you, and sighed as he listened to you insult and scold the kunais, your aim, the targets, and everything that crossed your path for the umpteenth time.

"You are aware that objects don't speak, aren't you?"

"I'm not trying to have a conversation with them, Kakashi- sensei, I'm just venting out" you replied annoyed.

"If you focused on practicing instead of 'venting out'," he said imitating your voice, "with a mouth that would put a sailor to shame, about something that is your fault, perhaps you would've achieved real progress and I would've finished my chapter in peace to be on time for my meeting." Kakashi's voice was calm almost sarcastic. Almost.

"ON TIME?" you snorted.

He nodded, "as is my custom."

You burst out laughing, "you should thank me, then," and channeling your chakra with one swift movement of your hand, pulled up all the kunais from the floor like a magnet to keep training.

Kakashi raised an eyebrow, a little surprised. At times he forgot about your power since he rarely saw you use it. "I don't understand why you bother yourself so much when you could have this solved so easily using that ability of yours," he said, maybe trying to comfort you. Truth be told he was actually impressed with your bad aim.

You fixed your eyes on him with a sarcastic look and turned your body towards him to have him in front of you and the targets to your side. You grabbed a Kunai, extended your arm, and threw it channeling your power. The weapon hit the target right in the center. A perfect throw.

Kakashi's eye widened just a little trying to hide his astonishment. If things had been different, you could've been a lethal kunoichi.

"But what is life without some challenge..." you stared at the nailed kunai, extended your arm again, and channeled your power to have the blade back in your hand. "I don't want to take the fun away from things. I didn't come here to learn something I already know, anyway," there were no shortcuts. It's one thing to master your power and another to master your moves. You wanted both. Complete control over your body.

You stared at the target with a killing look, grabbed the kunai tightly, and with one strong move, threw it with all your determination.

But it landed god knows where.

"FUUUUUUCKK!!!!" you yelled, defeated.

Kakashi grabbed a Kunai from your pocket and looked at you like asking you to pay attention. He threw the kunai with an elegant, soft move.

"Fuck you Kakashi, not only do you have perfect aim but you're also graceful as a ballerina. How do you do it? I bet that Kunai enjoyed being thrown through the air like" and you opened your arms and pretended you were floating, "I also want to fly through the air... will you throw me?"

Kakashi rolled his eye and smiled. "Get back to training," he said looking at you. You pouted but did as he said.

You took a deep breath before you placed yourself in position. Kakashi stared at you, without giving it much thought he mimicked your movement which led him to step closer to you. That made you lose focus and you turned your eyes to him.

"Uh- you're not using your core the way you should, that's why they always go sideways, look, you'd have to-" he placed himself behind you to help you understand the motion. His hands guided your arms as he explained what to do with your core, "Get it?"

Took you an instant to recover your breath. Had he not realized he'd been speaking the instructions to your ear? Was he seducing you? You turned your gaze to meet his and focused on the feeling of his chakra.

Nope. Everything seemed normal. He had not realized. Until he met your gaze too and you stared into each other's eyes. With an awkward stutter, he took a step back to distance himself, "Care to try it again?"

You nodded and took a deep breath. Your heart was starting to race but you didn't want him to notice. It was probably too late though.

Then again you took a deep breath to focus and threw the kunai. It slammed against the wooden target and fell to the floor. You gasped. It was the first time you had managed to hit it. Next step: Stick the tip of the kunai into it.

You turned to Kakashi to find a satisfied grin on his face. He looked at you from the corner of his eye and said. "Well, I think my job is done." He headed off to the exit. When he noticed you didn't follow him he looked back at you.

"I'm gonna stay here until I get this fucking shit done right, have fun with your meeting" you waved goodbye and returned to your doings.

A smirk grew on his face. Your stubbornness reminded him of someone. A certain man that would climb mountains with a hand on his back over and over again.

What are you trying to prove, YN?

You didn't have to prove anything to anyone. Your family never expected anything from you but obedience. That for you it represented giving up your will. Over the years you had learned that if one day everything was missing, the only thing that would remain would be precisely that: your will. The only person you wanted to prove anything to, was yourself...

And you weren't going to walk out of the fucking training camp until you got that stupid shit done right.

Hours passed by, your arms got tired of the exercise but you didn't stop. Throw after throw you felt your body accustoming to the motion Kakashi showed you. Now and then you took a moment to rest your body from the numbness taking over, and went back to practice.

Suddenly, a sharp sound.

You had hit the target and nailed the kunai this time. You grinned. Finally. Now you had to be able to do it more than once and you'll be satisfied enough to leave and rest.

It got dark, the moon came out, the training grounds emptied, but your good throws were so arbitrary you didn't feel ready to call it quits.

You were about to give up from exhaustion when you hit the target twice in a row, and then a third and fourth and fifth and sixth and seventh time!! And though they didn't all hit the center they were all nailed in the wood and perfectly still.

"YEEEEEEEESSSS!!" you screamed so loud you scared some birds that should've been sleeping. Raising your hands to the sky in a sign of victory, you let yourself fall back on the ground and closed your eyes not only satisfied but proud. You only wished Kakashi had shown you the trick much sooner.

Kakashi...

You smiled at the memory of him so close to you. He hadn't hesitated before touching you. That had to mean something, right? He trusted you enough to get close to you without thinking. That had to be a good sign. Even if after he realized it all turned awkward. It was a start. Your heart felt happy. It had been a good day. Good company and a lesson learned. It had only taken you hours to complete the task. About a hundred hours, but still, you felt you could now rest peacefully.

**********

Shinobi life was not comfortable and rarely happy. Too much loss and too many wounds. But at that moment Kakashi could swear without fear of being wrong that bureaucracy was worse than any mission. And having to endure a meeting for hours with people who are not capable of reaching an agreement had left him annoyed. He was dying to get home for dinner and a bath. Surely he would also read for a while before going to sleep. It was a full moon night and Bull had destroyed his curtains a couple of days ago trying to catch a bird that had sneaked into his home so the light wouldn't let him sleep that easy anyway.

As he walked by the training grounds the memory of your scent so close to him earlier in the morning flooded his thoughts, and a feeling of discomfort and maybe even shame flooded his body. How could he be so disrespectful invading your space like that? He hoped you hadn't stayed on the training grounds to avoid walking with him. He enjoyed your little (sometimes not so little) chats. You were his friend. At least he thought of you as his friend. Would you think of him as your friend too?

Maybe not...

Does it matter Kakashi?

Maybe not...

He decided not to dwell on the matter and that he simply would not touch you again to get rid of doubts and problems, he didn't want to scare you away.

His eyes searched the spot where you'd been as he wondered if you had achieved your goal. Would he see your progress next time? He smirked. He probably would, you always leveled up each training. When would he see you again? You hadn't settled the next session.

His eyes stopped when they bumped onto a familiar figure lying on the ground. It was you. What were you doing?

He walked towards you, hands in his pockets, only to find that you had fallen asleep. Many kunais were lying on the floor and, nailed on the wood, seven of them perfectly still. He smiled proudly. So you had done 'this shit right'.

STUBBORN GIRL.

He leaned down to wake you up.

"YN," he whispered as his hand moved your shoulder gently, "YN, wake up," but instead of waking up, you took a deep breath and turned to your side. He looked around thinking what to do. But it was too late and there weren't many options. He looked back at you tenderly and stroked your hair. Maybe he'll postpone the part of not touching you for later. He carried you in his arms and left the training grounds jumping on trees and buildings to get to your house faster. The oscillation made you open your eyes and somehow understand what was going on but it wasn't enough to wake you up.

Until he reached your doorstep. He hesitated for a moment, not sure if putting you to bed could be considered trespassing. Maybe it was disrespectful... Maybe that was crossing a line... He had crossed enough lines for one day, he thought.

When you realized you were at your door you made an effort to wake up. Kakashi helped you stand.

"Thanks for carrying me home" you yawned.

"I've been told the training grounds aren't a good place to sleep," he smiled at you. You smiled back almost completely asleep.

"Good night, Kakashi."

"Sleep tight, YN"

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FINALLY!!! After like a year or so, I’m back with this monster. I hope you enjoy.

This is the 10 chapter of this fic. If you want to read more of this here are the links. If not thanks for getting this far anyway :3 <3 comments are always welcome :)

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samiwok · 4 years

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hello! can you write a scenario or hcs for sakusa? like atsumu flirts with y/n constantly and somehow they're close so sakusa thinks y/n has feelings for atsumu y'know. so he feels kinda inferior to atsumu. but ends up fluffy with sakusa please!! i hope it makes sense hshksgsns ♡

// Why.

— Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader

5 am in the morning.

Sakusa opened his eyes to look at a grey ceiling barely lightened. The lanterns on the street were obviously still on. The night was surrounding everything. He was tired. Tired for having a bad night. No nightmares, no dreams neither. Insomnia. As far as he could remember, Sakusa never really had problems to fall asleep. Yet last night he couldn’t find it. He couldn’t find the sleep he needed to appear motivated and relaxed at his training session.

What are they going to think ? He thought of you immediately. Were you going to think he stayed awake talking to another person ? We’re you going to think he had someone in his life more important than you ? No. He didn’t want to think about it.

He jumped off his bed, walking in direction of the bathroom. Boiling water to wake him up. He rubbed his face with his both hands, forehead leaning against the wall. The water falling on his back was relaxing. Eyes closed, he opened then all of a sudden when he felt he was falling asleep again. He cut off the water, and seized a towel. A warm one to dry his tensed wet body.

“Why ?” He said to himself while staring at his tired face on the mirror. He passed his hands on his face one more time, cold water flowing from his fingers to truly wake up and prepare himself to go.

“OMI-KUN !” you screamed on the other side of the road. When he heard your soft voice screaming his nickname he pinched his lips in a discreet smile. He turned his face in your direction as you were walking toward him. When you seized his arm, he frowned.

“Ew sorry. I forgot.” You brought your hand to the back of your head, rubbing it. Your lips were forming an awkward smile saying sorry

You forgot huh ? More like you don’t care Kiyoomi thought. Not that he didn’t like your touches, he knew you were a clean person otherwise he wouldn’t allow you to get that close to him. But still.

“Omi ! Yn ! Let’s go to the gym together shall we ?” Atsumu asked; appearing from nowhere. And just like always you’re smiling. Smiling to him, touching him because he’s not like Sakusa who always asks for some distance between each other. You’re right in front of him, walking next to Atsumu and gripping to his arm. Humming some stupid tiktok song and of course Atsumu knows it and you’re singing together.

How frustrating.

Sakusa was walking behind you all this time: all he had in front of him, was the gym and a head down his view. You were smaller than him, that’s why whenever you were talking to him he had to low his head to look at you.

How cute.

Sakusa liked you. He didn’t know when it began. He didn’t know why. But he knew he did. And just like he knew that, he also knew how close you were with his teammate. How could he not notice that ? You two were spending a lot of time together. And right now you were acting like a young couple. And somehow.. it was hurting him.

“Oh already, I’ll have to leave you guys...” you whined. How childish Sakusa thought about your reaction: and while he was silently judging you, Atsumu him, didn’t miss the opportunity. By the time they passed together now; Sakusa could even guess what would be his exact words.

Babe you can still date me later if you need me that much

“Babe you can still date me later if you need me that much” the blonde said, making you blush. You hit his chest softly

Idiot

“You idiot” you said

There it goes.

It was always that way. Sakusa got used to it now. He knew the two of you very well. That’s why he wasn’t saying anything about his feelings. It’s probably better for everyone here if he was keeping it hidden from you, from Miya, even from himself.

“Kiyoomi !” You shouted louder than before. It’s been a few times since you were trying to get Sakusa’s attention but he was lost in his thoughts. He blinked and hummed, giving you all his attention. You laughed.

How beautiful.

“I was just saying to Atsumu it could be cool to eat all together right after, ill tell Ko’ and Shōyō, will you come with us ?” You asked, secretly hoping he’d agree.

“Mhh, no I think I’ll go home right after practice” he answered coldly. Atsumu wrapped his arm around his shoulders in a friendly way, showing nothing but a mocking smirk on his lips.

“You sure Omi-Omi ?” He asked, his brows raised

“I am. Get off me rat.” Sakusa stated. He detached himself from Atsumu’s embrace, and kept on walking towards the gymnasium. Leaving you and Atsumu alone together.

“What is wrong with him today ?” You asked to Atsumu, wishing for an answer. Sakusa was always the cold one. He was always the irritated one. But today he seemed to be upset for a new reason. Not knowing it was you, you got worried.

A few hours passed, Atsumu had left you to go training with the others. You were sitting in the stands. Waiting for the guys to finish and when they finally were done after 4 hours. It was finally time to eat. You ran in their direction, but mostly in Kiyoomi’s direction. You were about to say something but his hands cut you almost immediately.

“Later. I’m taking my shower now.”

Atsumu shrugged to the evident interrogation on your face.

In the shower, Sakusa was mentally scolding himself. Why was he that way ? Insensitive. Irritated and irritating n the same time. While you were just a small mountain of joy, humor and cuteness. Yeah he was soft for you. Sakusa Kiyoomi was soft. Then why Atsumu seemed better for you ? Why you seemed to feel better when in his company ?

Jealousy.

Jealousy was making Sakusa think he wasn’t the one for you. Jealousy was making him act weird when close to you. Was he..intimidated ? Him ? Sakusa Kiyoomi ? How could he even deal with this feeling ? He was usually so confident, and now he was reduced to a shy and loving mess.

WHY ?

He wanted to scream. He refused your invitation, he was letting all the occasions to Atsumu. As he was starting to tell himself not to keep going like that. He heard you.

“I know you’re in there Kiyoomi ! Listen to me you huge idiot, you’re going to come with us to eat soi you better be ready soon.”

“Yn-san ! Get out of here he’s washing you know how he is !” The soft voice of Hinata made Sakusa laugh. Yeah he was known as the terrifying member from the team.

You were... in the locker room..? How bold. He didn’t know this side of your personality. Anyways he quickly washed himself, and got out to dress. When he walked out the locker room, you were standing here. Alone, and facing him.

“What took you that long ?” You asked but he purposely ignored your question to ask another. “Where are the others ?”

“Well... they were starving and impatient so they already left. Looks like it’s going to be the two of us for today.” You laughed kinda embarrassed “also...sorry for entering the locker room while you were uhm.. taking your shower”

You couldn’t notice it because of his mask but he was smiling.

How funny.

He definitely liked you. It was hard for him to admit it to himself and it would probably take a long time before he admits it to you. But at least he now was being completely honest with himself.

“Let’s go” he stated, starting to walk away from the gym with his bag on his back.

“Omi, your hand.” He was holding your hand during the way. You knew he hates germs and contact, which is why it surprised you to the point where you thought it was an accident.

“I know.” He was smiling behind his mask, a huge smile this time. You noticed it and couldn’t help but tease him a little.

“Went to the bathroom earlier and didn’t wash my hands...” he took his hands off immediately and lost his smile almost as fast as it appeared on his face.

“You could have told me !”

How disgusting.

You let out a loud laugh. Looking at him, confused.

“Omi it was a joke I always wash my hands, why would you jump back like that” you were still laughing but he was not. Obviously; the joke wasn’t very funny to him. He slipped his hands in his pockets.

“Fine Im still not holding your hand anymore, you brat”

You whined, just like a child, and passed your both arms around his right arm, pressing you against him: you weren’t in a comfortable position, and he noticed it of course.

“Idiot.”

“Your idiot Omi”

“Yeah mine”

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