you've known osamu for a long time and neither of you can stand to be where you can't be seen by the other.
status: in progress
tags/warnings: tennisplayer!reader x musician!osamu, friends (🤨) to lovers, pre summer olympics in japan (please just pretend the timeline works i literally cannot think about the times and dates, it is in fact too much work), two stupid yearners, two idiots, probably inaccurate depictions of tennis, kys/kms jokes, self deprecation, poor coping mechanisms, miscommunication trope, ok more like little to no communication trope, warnings will be at the top of each part :).
introductions real ball enjoyers / dynamically dysfunctional
SUNA RINTAROU IS THE DEFINITION OF A FUCKBOY . . ! ✧
SMAU he’s the king of no strings attached, yet when it comes to you — it’s not just casual anymore, is it?
CWS profanity, sexual jokes, suggestive ish, ignore how it’s 9-10pm every time: timestamps irrelevant but meant to be where they are
for @sandwhitches a.k.a. my everything
A/N2: know the use of fuckboy in this is not serious 😭 I do not think suna is a player but I’m portraying his image that way in this :) suna enthusiasts don’t come after me please !! may do a part two depending on how this does lmao .. some of these texts are twisted from real life experiences and I’m heavily considering living out the happier ending vicariously through this mini au
being the former girlfriend of a beloved olympic athlete, a famous internet personality, and a hot-shot musician, among others, is not for the weak. being the most hated girlfriend of all the above makes it all the more painful. truthfully, you couldn’t care less about those losers and their degenerate fanbases. but in an effort to cause drama, it seems all your exes are coming out of the woodworks to take a bite! what a pain…
or, scorned rising singer (y/n) (l/n) scorches the scene with her passionate tell-all album, leaving all seven (yes, seven) of her exes pondering: who is it about? read below to find out!
#pairings. various x fem!reader (she/her/hers pronouns)
#tags. smau, longfic, timeskip au, romcom-esque, all the troupes, revenge fic, suggestive content, eventual smut, possible slowburn, reader is working late (bc she’s a singer), and so am i bc this is gonna be like 50+ parts jesus christ
#content warnings. sexism, misogyny, cheating, suggestive/sexual content, eventual smut, reader is pretty hated, and prob for good reason bc she’s lowkey a villain LMAO, it’s ok bc she’s so real guys (lies)
#notes. it’s here,, baby’s first smau (and first post in years LOL)! very excited to share this as it actually motivated me to write for once. anyways, not exclusively a smau since i will include flashback portions that are mostly written. also also, not just sabrina’s music or music from her latest album, but it is mainly her stuff. obligatory mention that any pictures used is NOT at all meant to reflect the reader’s appearance and i will work hard to ensure a wide range of diversity in the people used to represent yn !!
#taglist. send an ask to be added, full list down below !
#status. ongoing w/ irregular updates
bumpin’ that? & seven evil exes
act one. benching the playboy
miya atsumu is a pain in your side—even more-so when his now fiancée can’t seem to keep your name out of her mouth. that’s fine, you’ll just have to teach her a lesson: the consequences of sharing your toys.
0. who’s that girl?
i. wannabe chart topper / in her lowest era [09/03]
it was the final day of his senior year of high school, you watched as him and his brother got swarmed by hoards of girls of every grade and class desperately attempting to confess their love in various forms (letters, chocolates, and vocal confessions), but you had dragged your feet in the opposite direction of the crowd with rintaro by your side.
"crazy, huh?" he mutters as he snaps a picture of the commotion with his phone, his eyes darting between you and the crowd every so often.
you shrug and continue to walk. you wonder if you had less pride and less on your plate, could you have spent time writing a letter? making chocolates? gathering the courage to say something? anything at all? and then your feet stop, your eyebrows furrow as you continue to contemplate. your head turns to look back, making eye contact with the younger twin, and your feet are moving with a lot more vigour this time. you hated the way his eyes could always find you in a mess of people, he made you feel real, and it was scary to say the least.
rintaro hadn't even noticed that you had stopped or that something was bothering you until he realises you are marching off ahead of him. he turns his head, meeting the same eyes you had just met, and he shrugs as he turns back to follow you.
"do you regret it?" he asks as he watches you draw your racket out of your bag, you know what he's insinuating but you think maybe you can save yourself some introspection by playing dumb.
"regret what?"
he shakes his head as he laughs, so typical, he mumbles, and you think that he might know too much. but he doesn't say another word as he drops his bag to retrieve a volleyball from the supply room.
