inarizaki x fem!reader warnings: 2010 wattpad throwback, autocorrect turned off, v drunk, it hurts
a/n: omfg imagine like being kidnapped by inarazaki your schools volleyball team like? what would they do to you? make you their biggest fan?! wel keep reading to find out! let me know how you liked it might make it a series hehe here’s chapter 1! listen to this playlist
“you’re awke” aran said kneeling down by my side. (yeah no shit but where the fuck is this? it smells like old socks and sploodge is this what they call a circle jerk room? all the chairs are in a circle around yours in the middle, what’s that stain on the floor?)
warningsnotedited, break ups, and some awkward moments
genre angst, college au
word count1.3k
inspirationn/a
synopsis in which you stop by your ex’s place to get the last of your things, putting the last nail in the coffin for the both of you
This was a bad idea, not only you said this but your best friend who had told you multiple times, had said this. But you couldn’t just leave them there. And it was definitely out of the question to return to you and Atsumu’s messages and awkwardly ask him to drop off your stuff.
You shuddered at the sole thought of it.
Though, as you stood in front of his familiar apartment door, memories flooding back, you considered the latter. No matter how awkward or selfish it was.
The longer you stood at a stand still, those memories began to rage. From the first time you walked up to it. To all the lighthearted times Atsumu held you against it, the both of you laughing and giggling as he would place butterfly kisses all over your face, never forgetting that sensitive spot on your neck.
And of course you couldn’t forget the pouring night you and him put the final nail in the coffin for your relationship.
Now that, made you shudder.
You didn’t like recalling that moment. It still felt fresh considering it was just two weeks ago. But it just came back whenever you thought you had finally rid your mind of Atsumu completely. It flooded you with guilt and a smidge of regret, even though the split was mutual.
Thankfully, there were no tears shared. The realization hit you when had got back to your own apartment, in dry clothes and warm sheets, your best friend convinced you to immediately delete all your pictures with him. You still remember vividly the salty tears that welled up in your eyes.
You always wondered if the same happened to Atsumu when he deleted your photos together too.
“Alright,” never did you expect you’d be giving yourself a pep talk outside your ex’s door, but here you were. Bouncing on the balls of your feet, preparing yourself like you were about to run miles or score a winning point for your team.
But no, it was none of that. Just preparing yourself to get the last things that connected a string between you and Atsumu.
“You can do this. Just in and out.” You inhaled deeply and let it go slower than you anticipated. Why did this have to be so hard?
Finally, shaking off your jitters and doubts, your raised a fist to knock at Atsumu’s door. But you practically froze when you heard the stalling of footsteps behind you.
“Uh, ___?” No, no, no. One those balls of your feet, you slowly turned to face Atsumu. He looked confused to say the least. Who wouldn’t when their ex of two weeks is at their door?
You cleared your throat. “I—uh— hey, I was just here to— uh— pick up my stuff, you know?” Atsumu’s face relieved itself of the confusion, practically saying ‘Ah’ just by the expression.
“About time,” he makes the joke but doesn’t full on laugh himself. It misses you with too, a too soon on the tip of your tongue. Though it really wasn’t, Atsumu had gotten his stuff from your place last week. You wonder if he had been waiting for your stale text for the past week.
Atsumu clears his throat like you had done. “I should open the door.” He whispers and glides past you. Silently, you follow him. Almost letting a quip to retort back to him but you knew you guys were not at that stage of comfortability anymore, far from it. And you bet you guys were never going to reach it again.
You follow him inside and see that many of the lights are already on, so you assume Osamu was inside. The image of him opening the door on you before you could get to knock because he heard your stupid pep talk creeped up on you and you cringed.
Yet his head of brown didn’t pop out anywhere to point at you and laugh like he did when you used to do things like that. There was going to be no more that either, the realization made you frown.
You stayed behind Atsumu through the layout of his apartment, walking around here was like second nature to you, you almost had the urge to walk beside him. But you kept you distance, even in his bedroom where you guys would spend sleepless nights talking about anything but nothing at the same time.
“I think it should be over here.” Atsumu headed to a corner of his room, definitely referring to a crate or box where he had stored your things. And bingo, he was. The box was quite big like the one your best friend helped you pack with his stuff.
No surprise because this apartment was your second home. First really if you thought about it.
“Here.” Atsumu said, but he made to move to hand it over to you. It was like he was soaking up his last moments with your things, and possibly with you.
And it wasn’t like you made a move either. Deep down your felt that regret. Walking in here did not help with your want to move on. It just made you realize how much you missed it. How much you missed your relationship, and how much you missed Atsumu.
Only seconds ticked by before Atsumu jutted the box out to you but it felt like hours. You accepted it, muttering a quiet thank you.
“I should get going.” You said, it was in a sad tone and you’re sure he caught that. You took a single step back to distance yourself.
Atsumu nodded, agreeing silently. He led you out of his room, and without any words, you said good bye to it and to the hallways with the scratches and dents, to the living room where game and movie night would happen, to the kitchen where Atsumu would hover over you whenever you cooked. You’d especially miss the slow dances to old rnb, that was a memory you treasured.
And like you wanted, you were in and out. Standing on the opposite side of the door while Atsumu stood in the threshold. You weren’t going to give your self a pep talk this time around, now it was time to say good bye. Not to the door, but to Atsumu.
His eyes were sad, and you could assume yours were too. “So,” he started, scratching at his nape.
“So,” you copied. There was a silence before Atsumu unexpectedly let out a laugh.
“I’m sorry— it’s just— I never imagined us doing this.” He took the words right out of your mouth. You and Atsumu used to talk about your future together frequently, especially about marriage. And now those talks would have to be forgotten.
You nodded. “Me either,” you smiled weakly. “But it’s for the best right? This what we both wanted?”
Was it?
Atsumu’s mouth twitched like he wanted to say something different other than, “Right.”
Another silence came between you two, which Atsumu shattered again. “I guess I’ll see you around campus, yea?”
You hummed. “I’ll see you.” You edged back a bit, still somehow holding eye contact with Atsumu. The image of you guys having one of those dramatic movie scenes where you just run back into each other’s arm and say how much you regretted ever breaking up played in your mind.
But that didn’t happen. You finally said goodbye to Atsumu with your eyes, turning away and walking down the hallway for what you expected to be the last time.
Standing in the elevator, you came to terms that breaking up with Atsumu was definitely something you didn’t want. Yet, it seemed like things were already set in stone for the both of you.
why’d you only call me when you’re high ; suna rintarou
warnings mentions/usage of marijuana, and suna being a dick
genre angst (?), modern au, college au
word count0.6k
inspiration wyocmwyh by artic monkeys ( and this tiktok i saw )
synopsisyou’re upset that suna only wants you when he’s high while he’s indifferent
author’s note saw this tiktok of suna to this song the other day and i’ve been obsessed since. and i rarely wrote things that don’t end with a happy ending so spare me. also sorry if i didn’t use the right terminology for weed and stuff! i just went off my common knowledge.
There was silence until you heard the sound of Suna opening the drawer to his side table. The usual. You inhaled deeply, shutting your eyes. You always wondered to yourself why you thought it’d be different every time you came over. He beckoned you the same way every time.
Three in the morning, maybe even two, high off his ass, and only asking for sex when you arrived at the door.
Yet, you came in each time. You followed his trails of the smell of weed that you hated. But you put up with it each time. You laid under him, under the clouds marijuana while you let him lazily trail sloppy kisses along your collarbone or suck the skin of your thighs. As much as you loved that, you couldn’t push away the thoughts that came with it.
Your sighed when you heard the clink of his lighter. Slowly opening your eyes to the sight of Suna taking a drag and inhaling the drug. The question you’ve been wanting to ask tickled at your throat. It’s what came of those thoughts. It kept you up at night.
Did Suna even like you? Or was this just something he did while his head was in the clouds? It bit at you. You gulped audibly, mind racing.
Before Suna could bring the joint to his lips again, you spoke. “Why do you only call me over when you’re high?”
“What?” Suna angled his head down at you in question. You stared into his eyes, he obviously wasn’t sober.
You cleared your throat. Eyes shooting to avoid his tinted pink, “Why do you only call me over when you’re high, Suna?” Your tone was softer. You could feel your confidence slowly going out as he continued to stare down at you in silence.
Without a word, he fixated his view forward again and brought his joint to his lips. You internally scoffed. Well, there you had it.
You watched him exhale, craning his head backwards. It was the last time you were going to watch this. You couldn’t take it. No matter how good Suna made you feel, no matter how many times he managed to get you over the edge with the keen of his fingers or the thrust of his hips. No matter how many times he asked you to stay until the sunrised just for you to watch him cloud his mind right when he woke up.
“Fine.” You shuffled out of his bed, grabbing your clothes.
You visibly winced when you heard him snort. “Wait. You’re being serious?” He croaked. Your mouth opened to retort but nothing came out. Just the feeling that came when you were on the verge of tears.
Ugh, don’t cry over him.It’s not worth it. You repeated to yourself over and over while you got yourself together.
“___,” he called out for you. You slipped into your shoe, looking at him through your lashes.
“Forget it, Suna.”
He laughed again. “You’re being ridiculous…” You could feel the tears swelling up in your eyes.
You scoffed, heading for his bedroom door. It would be the last time you would be going through it, you were going to make yourself that promise. There would be no more walking into a waft of smoke just so you could be pleasured in the middle of the night by someone who obviously didn’t care.
“That’s fine. Just make sure to find someone else you can call when you get high and bored.” Your voice was on the borderline of shaky, but you still stood your ground.
There was no laugh this time. You watched his face twist up in confusion. Opening his door and stepping out into the clear hallway, you looked back one more time.
Aran: No, I don’t. You two call me that. But anyway, if Atsumu sets to Gin, we’re both on the same side, and it’ll look like it’s going to me again.
Atsumu: I can do that. Only kidding by the way, I am Atsumu.
Aran:
Aran: Why do I associate with you two.
Hinata: We have to get along! If the four of us don’t figure out how to work together, the Vice Principal will throw us in detention for forever! Or worse, Daichi-san and Suga-san won’t let us play volleyball!
Tsukki, to Yamaguchi: He has got to sort out his priorities.
Coach Yamiji: Now, Bokuto, stand here and repeat this four times. I am a volleyball player, not a baboon brandishing a ball.
Bokuto, in emo mode: I am a volleyball player, not a baboon brandishing a ball.
Bokuto: *looking confused*
Bokuto: Aghaaaaaashi, what does brandish mean?
Yamaguchi: Why are Hinata and Kageyama sprinting to the gym?
Tsukishima: Because that’s what they do. When confused, race to the court. They’re volleyball idiots.
Karasuno first years, in their third year:
Tsukishima, exasperated: Hinata, how could I have suffered three years of being on the same team as you and still think short people can’t fight on the court?
Hinata:
Hinata, beaming: Tsukki, did you just give me a COMPLIMENT?!
Tsukki, walking away: No.
Hinata: You did! Tsukki! I knew you cared!
Tsukki: You are delusional.
Yaku, after yelling at Lev: Do you understand?
Lev: Yes.
Yaku: Yes, senpai.
Lev, confused: There’s no need to call me senpai just because I’m so much taller than you, Yaku-san.
Yaku:
Lev:
Kuroo: Well, that’s it then. Guess we need to find ourselves a new freakishly tall middle blocker. Because Yaku is going to murder him.
Kenma, sighing: Lev is an idiot.
Inarizaki second years after a loud Miya twin fight got them kicked out of the stadium:
Gin: If you make us go through this again, I swear, I will-
Atsumu, the captain: What, vice-captain? Bench us?
Osamu: Ban us from practice?
Gin: No. But I will call Kita-san.
Miyas:
Atsumu, nervously: You wouldn’t.
Gin: I would.
Kosaku: He would.
Suna, recording the whole thing: Ohhhhhhhhhh, you two are in deep shit.
Semi, after ranting about Shirabu: Well, I hate it! I hate him, but I don’t, and I hate that I don’t! I feel like I’m going insane!
Tendou: Ha! Conflicting feelings. I’ve been there. Don’t worry about it! You’re just as sane as I am.
Semi:
Semi: Great. Thanks.
Yamagata: Okay Tendou, I don’t think you understand just how absolutely NOT reassuring that was.
Tendou: You all just don’t appreciate my wisdom and insight! Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn’t mean everyone has.
Iwaizumi, done with Oikawa: Oh my God Oikawa! What is wrong with you? Is there anything but volleyballs bouncing in that empty head of yours???
Oikawa, winking suggestively: Well, Iwa-Chan, I could make your head just as empty as mine. Just tell me when and where.
Iwaizumi, watching Oikawa strut away: *iwaizumi.exe has stopped working*
Matsukawa, dying of laughter with Hanamaki: You know what, I agree with you about our dear captain on so many counts, but you can’t deny: he’s got style.
Shiratorizawa third years attempting to help Tendou flirt with Ushijima:
Reon: Well, we can start simple. Try telling him a joke? You’re good at that.
Semi: Pffft, Wakatoshi wouldn’t recognize a joke if it danced naked in front of him, jump serving volleyballs at his face.
(also known as: Oikawa, Atsumu, and Bokuto’s worst nightmare.)
They are also probably the Meme Dream Team (or the bane of team moms Iwaizumi, Aran, and Akaashi’s existences)
Reon is too nice to gossip (or, at least, no one on Shiratorizawa is clown-able enough to roast properly. But the Meme Dream Team probably knows all about Tendou’s breaking hearts songs, Semi’s bad fashion sense, Yamagata’s inability to keep track of his phone, etc.)
Imagine adding Kuroo, Tendou, Suga, Futakuchi, Komori, and Daishou to this group though… C H A O S
