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MAYBE — CHAPTER 7: INCOMING - TROUBLE

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𑄹 series masterlist

𑄹 CONTAINS fluff, angst, unrequited love, vera still plays the victim card, plotting/gaslighting/manipulation | WC 3.4k

𑄹 SUMMARY after the bomb vera dropped, everyone is forced to lie low. but did anyone really believe if she didn’t get her way, that she wouldn’t take things one step further? think again.

𑄹 NOTES phew ok so it’s here lmao and no spoilers but well, since y’all already hate vera, hehehe enjoy :)))

“I’m so proud of you for standing up for yourself, honey.”

“Of course, I’m not about to let anyone step all over me.” Pristine pearl whites contributing to a megawatt smile, long lashes fluttering to give her favorite innocent doe eyes.

"I'll make sure that I give her a piece of my mind." Vera earns a smile from her father, and a pat on her shoulder before he gives a nod of approval and carries on about his day. That’s less than what she expects from him, but by now, she’s gotten used to it.

Her phone is blowing up with notifications on her most recent post that she has to mute them. Admittedly, she didn’t have much of a plan when she posted that. All she knew was that she was scorned, and she hated you, and whoever loves you should just burn along with you—who knew it would turn out to be this big of a deal? Thanks to her popularity, there’s been a lot of support from her own followers.

omg vera… i’m so sorry to hear that. shame on her! you deserve better.

sending lots of love, v. we all knew he was trash from the start.

lmao been knew your bf was such a clown, now he chose to cheat on you with someone that trashy? he’s the joke <3

what a downgrade… vera, do more. you should drop her @ ;)

That last one is tempting, but the last thing she wants to do is to give you clout, even if it’s negative. You could build more following from that, and you don’t deserve it. Besides, your profile is on private anyway, the last time she checked, so it’s no use. Why not enact the good girl card instead?

what a downgrade… vera, do more. you should drop her @ ;) - @veras: thank you for your support, guys, but please don’t harass her, ok? i just want to get over this whole debacle after today. but you guys mean the world to me, love you! <3

Sharing - Sirius Black x Remus Lupin x Reader

AN - this was supposed to just be a Sirius smut but then my finger slipped and it turned into a threesome. This is filthy so read at your own risk. I’ll list the warnings below and as always, minors dni. (also i literally didn’t proof read this because tbh i couldn’t be arsed so sorry x)

contains: kind toxic!sirius/ fuckboy!sirius. friends with benefits, so much sex, oral and anal lol. dirty talk, degradation, dumbification kinda, choking and just general filth. read at ur own risk <3

Sirius let himself into Y/N’s flat, as he often did. It was a wonder that he didn’t have the spare key given the fact that he came over nearly every night. He walked into the living room confidently, the room instantly filling with the scent of his aftershave. Y/N was lounging on the sofa, curled up in the corner with a book clutched in her hand. She barely looked up when he came in, he only got her attention when he was stood right in front of her.  

He was tall, he towered over Y/N by at least a foot and was broad in the shoulders, his black hair falling in waves just below his chin. His eyes were dark, rimmed with thick dark lashes that stared down at Y/N. Even though she wasn’t his girlfriend, he treated her with a possessive air that bordered on territorial, constantly flirting and placing a possessive hand on her back or hip whenever he could manage in. 

“We meet again.” He finally spoke, his voice like a siren song. Y/N felt her heart rate speed up, her ears burning from the heat rising in her body, “What are you reading? Is it any good?” he asked, cocky smirk playing on his lips as his eyes flitted down her body, settling on the book in her hand.  

“Yeah it is actually,” Y/N finally looked up at him properly and quickly flashed him the cover of her book, “Remus lent it to me.”  

“Oh, he did, did he?” Sirius chuckled, sitting next to her on the sofa and resting on of his hands on her hip. His lips curled up into a mocking smile as he looked down at her, still taller than her even sitting down. Despite his smile, his eyes had a serious glint, “How is Remus, anyways?” 

“He’s fine.” Y/N looked back down at her book, “He’s your best friend, you should know.” 

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with him, haven’t you?” Sirius asked, ignoring her last comment. His hand wandered upward, settling on her side above her hip. There’s a look in his eyes that makes her insides tighten and her whole body stiffens up in response. 

“We’re friends.” 

“Are you sure that’s all that you are?” His eyes travelled down her body, his smirk never leaving his face, “Because I think that there is... something else between you.” He paused, his gaze drifting back up to meet her own. The look in his eyes made her breath hitch. 

im not defending myself against a vampire. suck away gorgeous

In The End

Pairing: Suna Rintarou x Reader Word Count: 3.2k Genre: Light Angst, Fluff Summary: You've fallen in love and out of love more times than you could count, but after 16 years of knowing him... you're not sure how it'll be in the end.

It's Different Now

Pairing: Suna Rintarou x Miya!Reader Word Count: ~3.3k Genre: angst? smut. CW: suna calls reader bunny, also slut. once. um kinda voyeurism? oral f!receiving, no protection. mentions of alcohol.

THROUGH THE NIGHT | OSAMU MIYA

✮ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ SYNOPSIS: a small youtuber manages to find themself being the roommate of a famous youtuber. she also finds herself falling in love with said roommate.

✮ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ CONTENT: fluff, smut, youtuber!osamu, youtuber!reader, roommates!au, roommates to friends with benefits to lovers, black-coded!reader/jamaican-coded!reader & afab!reader, misunderstandings/miscommunication, arguments, featuring: atsumu miya, hinata shoyo & yamaguchi tadashi, alcohol consumption, dubcon (drunk sex), unprotected sex, mating press, spanking, rough sex, back shots, hickies, near blowjob, etc. + 24.8k words !

AUTHOR'S NOTE ! this is dedicated to @chosoist because she quotes: "...i think about that one atsumu fic you wrote a lot!" and i don't want her to live it down. and i still don't.

You’re lost. Unfamiliar to this part of town and the large crowd, your heart starts to hammer against your chest. You are certain that this was the area in which Jericho’s Juice Bar is. Cursing at your damn GPS app, you start to walk further down the crowded pavement before you finally see the sign to your destination. You groan and roll your eyes at your stupidity. How could you miss a sign so vibrant and tacky?

The sign that hangs has an orange background, bold and bright — just like everything else — where Jericho’s sports a yellow to blue gradient and Juice Bar has a blinding neon green. You grimace to yourself as you pull open the handle to the door. The texts don’t even match, you frown. Maybe it’s because you’re so meticulous and picky when it comes to the appearance of places, but this really does bother you.

Luckily the interior is slightly better, seemingly designed by a woman that deeply loves the eighties. With yellow wallpaper and different colored tapestry hanging on the walls; tables and booths that perfectly match the neon green from the sign outside; and to top it all off for you — a giant plastic pineapple which serves as a centerpiece for the entire juice bar. 

Of all the places we could’ve met up at, he wanted to meet here? You stand at the entrance awkwardly before a worker greets you from behind the counter. A bright and welcoming smile graced their features, but their eyes tell their entire story — they are exhausted. You and me both, you sigh. 

[4:44 PM] Suna Rintarou

Warning: Angst, asshole Rin, makeup smut contents .

Rintarou let out a frustrated sigh having been blocked once again. That was three times now in a row.

“Shake it off!” he heard his teammate shout.

“Suna!” Turning his head, he can see his coach signaling for him to rotate out, switching with his other teammate.

As soon as he was off the court, his coach jerked his head, indicating for him to take the empty seat beside him. “What’s going on?”

Rintarou inhales sharply, “bad day, I guess?” He knew what was going on, just didn’t want to speak of it.

“Well, turn that bad day into a good day, shake it off, everyone needs you.” His coach pats his shoulder, “do whatever you gotta do.”

EPJ Raijin lost their second set, this third game will determine their win or not.

With a towel over his head, Rin zoned out, tuning out the sound of the crowd and everything else around him. The only thing on his mind was Y/n.

Three weeks ago, they abruptly ended their casual fling.

𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: vampire!matsukawa issei x fem!reader

𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬: he’s proven he can never be your forever but he can be your right now. at least one more time (repost from my old blog but also edited n hopefully improved)

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: ANGST — 3.7k — MDNI soft sex, breakup sex, fingering, biting, blood

dividers by @/cafekitsune

Falling into bed beside you, he watches as you inch closer to him in your sleep. You subconsciously search for the comfort he once brought you. Even in your sleep, you yearn for him after the months he’d left you alone. He sighs, conflict lingering in his heart as he reaches out to you in return. Wrapping his arms around you, he relishes the familiar warmth he’s sure he’d never be able to forget. No matter how long he’s forced to be away from you.  

Matsukawa had never wanted to leave. With every secret already spilt to you, he had planned to stay with you as long as he could; he planned to stay for as long as it took to so much as begin to convince you to join him. Even with the risk brought to him as more and more people in the town became suspicious. He had to leave for your safety knowing you’d question his disappearance. You’d wake up every morning expecting for him to appear again when night fell. How long would you be waiting for him? He had no answer but he hoped you held hope he’d come home one day soon. 

‘Soon’. That was optimistic even for him.

It's a het ship to YOU. To ME, they are both incredibly bisexual.

♡ GUTS MASTERLIST ♡

a series of unrelated drabbles and fics inspired by GUTS (or potentially SOUR) featuring haikyuu and blue lock

warnings/content: sfw, suggestive content, angst, fluff, happy endings, toxic relationships/dynamics, each fic has its own warnings. no release schedule.

divider from @/cafekitsune

001 bad idea, right?

❥ suna rintaro x fem!reader, and i'm sure i've seen much hotter men, but i really can't remember when

002 get him back!

❥ miya osamu x gn!reader, he said he's six foot two, and i'm like, "dude, nice try"

003 the grudge

❥ itoshi rin x gn!reader, how could anybody do the things you did so easily?

004 TBD

The Matter of Significance

Prompt: The moment you’ve both been waiting years for – too bad it had to happen under such shitty circumstances.

A/N: It’s about damn time I wrote Iwaizumi. I literally love him so much ya’ll. Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x F!Reader Also, yes, Iwa-chan, go get those assholes flirting with your girl.

“You’ll come by for practice?”

“Hm,” you nod, “I might be a bit late though. I have to grab a book from the library for the weekend.”

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“tender”

Iwaizumi is seven and sprinting for the sake of his pride when he meets you for the first time.

It’s the middle of the summer, and he, Oikawa, and the rest of the neighborhood kids are on the playground, locked in a ridiculously competitive game of hide and seek. It’s one he’s sure he’s going to lose, too, until you poke your head out from between the two giant slides in the middle of the playground and wave your hand, beckoning him towards you with a sharp, urgent whisper of hey, over here!

He recognizes you as the new kid on the block, the one whose family just moved into the house three doors down from his. The two of you have never spoken before, but here you are, risking being found and offering to share your hiding spot, anyway, probably because you saw the increasingly panicked look on his face and felt bad enough for him to help. And Iwaizumi, too prideful to accept pity but too stubborn to admit defeat, dashes over to your hiding spot between the slides and wiggles in next to you.

It’s a good thing he does, too, because, by the end of it, you’re the last two out of the whole game to be found. When he asks why you decided to help him, you shrug like it’s no big deal and say it’s because your mom told you you’re supposed to help people when they need it. Plus, you admit, a little bit shyly, you liked the green laces on his sneakers. It’s your favorite color.

Iwaizumi understands. His mom says the same thing, he tells you. And, as it turns out, green is his favorite color, too.

As a thank you, he promises to teach you how to catch fireflies ––which he decides are a better option for you after you scrunch up your nose when he mentions cicadas–– as long as you promise to let them go afterwards. You agree, giving a soft little smile that Iwaizumi decides he wouldn’t mind seeing more of. Then you invite him, Oikawa, and the other kids back to your house for snacks and smoothies.

And that’s how it starts, he thinks. You and him.

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“brutal”

“Okay, ready, set…drink!”

You snatch up the cup in front of you as soon as the words leave Eri’s mouth, downing your drink in one go. The liquid is a mixture of your, Makki, and Mattsun’s creation and has the potential to leave those brave enough to drink it hungover until Christmas, but you knock it back like it’s water, Makki doing the same from where he stands across from you.

You flip over your cup in record time and laugh while Makki curses, trying and failing to do the same on the other side as Aina screams at him to hurry up. Beside you, Mattsun waits eagerly with his hand positioned around his own cup, cheering you on with a shout of your name as Eri giggles and records the whole thing on her phone.

It’s the end of your very first semester as college students, and you, Makki, and Mattsun have managed to make it through finals with only partially crushed spirits and a handful of minor breakdowns under your belts. Naturally, you’re celebrating with a party in their dorm, and here you are, hours after your last exam and currently locked in the most intense flip cup game of your life.

The game ends when Mattsun flips over his final cup while Aina is still in the middle of drinking her second, claiming yet another victory for the two of you. You grin and high-five each other over the sound of Makki and Aina’s complaints, a combination of adrenaline and alcohol making you giddy with excitement as the rest of your friends cheer and congratulate you.

The buzz of your phone in your back pocket distracts you, interrupting your mini-victory dance. Your eyes widen when you reach for it, heart fluttering at the flash of Iwaizumi’s name across your screen.

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Other woman pt.3

"You said it'll be ready in 30 minutes?" Reiterating what was previous said as his concentration was focused on scrolling through his Twitter feed.

"Yes,sir! May I have a name for the order?" The waitress on the other line had asked.

"its for suna rintarou. Uhuh,yeah.thanks." the loud beeps of the phone plays in his ear and he sighs and walks to get his hoodie.

Walking back afterwards to kitchen while Passing by a dirty pile of dishes in the sink only to open up an empty fridge despite a few bottles of alcohol and one or two waters scattered on different levels of the shelves.

He twisted the cap off chugging the water like a man quenched with thirst in a dry desert. The cold splash of the water hits inside his stomach making it grumble.

The feeling makes him reminisce of what he had given up. A Table full of warmly made food despite Ria's busy schedule giving him a kiss on the lips as she sits across from him and they talk and joke about their day. Now it sits in the dark with blanket of dust on it and empty with just two chairs that are never sat on anymore.

He taps the tips of his shoes on the ground to get his heel in. It's something use always did and it became a habit for him after spending time with you so long.

That's what these days for him consisted of now. mostly training. Think of you both. Home.think of you both. takeout. Think of you both. Sleep. Dreaming of you both. Repeat. After Ria had walked out he never heard from her again until he got divorce papers served a month after the ordeal. In a state of anger he had called your number and left an angry voicemail he wish he hadn't. He knows you didn't mean to be a homewrecker. You were kept in the dark as he wanted just like everyone else. The twins always just wrote it off as suna being suna. Just like he wanted. But in that moment he couldn't stop himself from his unreasonable. He was blaming you. Eventhough it was himself he hated more for losing the woman that stuck by him. The words he had spoken to were meant to hurt you in the moment and from the punch Atsumu had laid on him he could tell it accomplished what he wanted it to do.

Atsumu and him got suspended by the coach for a few days after that. Suna spent it mostly trying to reason with Ria who had blocked his number after the first 10 calls back to back. He spent it mostly blaming you for thay unpredictable call but the feeling becoming fruitless as his conscious takes over his reasoning.’

He had listened to the voicemail again a few days later and cringed at the harsh tone of speech he had used. Regretting what was said,he never attempted to talk to you to apologize a part of him still placing all blame on you.

He shakes his mind from his thoughts as he pulls into a parking space. This is one of the places he had planned to take you to a week before everything happened.

It was fairly busy but not as it usually was. He had walked to the hostess desk and asked for his order.

“It’ll be ready for another…10 minutes give or take.” She said and he nodded as a response. He could see her lips purse together as she wants to say something. The pen in her hand fidgets towards him and he puts it together.

“Do you want an autograph?” He asked and the blush takes over her face.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be a bother. You’re just like my dad’s #1. We watch your every game.” Suna slips the pen from her grasp and one of the spare napkins on the side of the cash register. He smoothly writes his names on it and hands it back to her.

“Thank you.” She scatters off to get his food before he could even give a response to her. Laying on a near by wall he goes back to his focus on his phone texting a few people and reading articles that contained his name name. By coincidence an article written about some famous basketball team was in there and as he read it through it he couldn’t help but admire the pictures that were taken. He couldn’t hold back his shock seeing your name as the hold the place of photographer.

Come to think of it ,he never asked what you did for work. He never asked about much about you to be fair. He didn’t really want to know about your life long as you stayed pretty and by his side when he wanted you to be.

You were so different than Ria so naive and easy to manipulate. Just a simple girl from the country side that he could tell a few sweet nothings too and she would forget anything.

His head shoots up from his phone when he catches what he makes out to be your laughter over the tables of people conversing.

Searching the crowd to see if it was just his mind playing with him only to spot you in a simple purple dress.

You were on your phone while the seat in front of you was empty. He saw it as an opportunity to walk over.

“Yes, you have to go to bed. It’s almost 11 be glad you guys stayed up THAT long.” He over hears you.

Coming to a full stop in front of you he takes all of you. Your face slightly fuller from before while your body is more chubbier than before. The dress is doing nothing more than complementing your newly given figure. Your make up adding to the beauty of your face makes it to were he can’t take his eyes of you.

Feeling his burning stare on your person. You meet his eyes and you’re both stuck in a staring contest for a minute before you purse your lips together and scowl as you silently talk into the phone.

Not seeming to get the hint he comes to sit in the empty chair.

You scoff at his audacity, “excuse me? Someone is sitting there.”

“I don’t see anyone. Besides I just want to talk with you.” He reasons and you place your phone face down lift and quirk an eyebrow up.

“Well sorry if I don’t want to talk to someone who had a whole marriage going on when he started to date me! How do you just keep hat a secret from everyone? I thought Atsumu and osamu were yer best friends? I should kick yer ass for hurting them.“ talking as if he cheated on them and not you.

“i just wanted it to be a secret. I didnt need the paparazzi on my ass about every little outing i had with ria.“ suna says as if it was a logically reson.

“no your ass just wanted to cheat in secret without the world knowing how big of an asshole you were.“ spitting back and he held up his hands in defense.

“listen, im just trying to talk. Its been 2 years an-“

“and last time i checked you said all you wanted 2 years ago over a voicemail. Let me try to remember those words exactly. Hmmm,“ you pretend to think for a moment before snapping,“ wasn't along the lines of ' you ruined my fucking marriage. I wish i never met you and you were nothing more than a easy lay that would come running whenever i called.’ that was word for word ,right?“ tucking your hands under your chin waiting for him to confirm it and he hangs his head in shame.

He got drunk two weeks after the divorced finalized and went on a stupar taking his anger out on you the ghost feeling of the punch that he was left with had risen.

“I wanted to apologize. I just couldn’t find the right words.”

“Right words? There are no right words for what you fucking told me. ‘An easy lay who came running when you called’ that’s all I was too you. My love meant nothing. what I thought we shared meant truly jack to you,” he could see the whites of your eyes turn a ting red and you dab the water lines of your eyes so it didn’t ruin your eyeliner, “do you even know what I went through? The stress you had put me under when when I was still carrying my babies. I was hospitalized for two months or I could’ve lost them but you didn’t care. You only cared about blaming your mistake on others.”

“Babies? You had multiple?” He slumped down in his chair

“two of the most beautiful girls.“

Silence ovee took the table and suddenly the lights of the restutrant turned off and workers came out with candles lighting the place some placing one on random peoples table and the rest coming towards you.

placing three candles around the table while the rest of the workers go into a form a line letting the waiter that was serving you that evening through with a cake.

Shaped into a heart with the words ,“ will you marry me?“ on it with a ring box sitting open to show a diamond ring.

You sputter out of embarrsment, “i think you might have the wrong table.“ you laugh the situation off and the lights of the resturant come back on as the diners and workers look around in confusion waiting for someone to speak up.

Heels click in a a quick panic on the ground as a tall woman tries to catch her breathe and composure while coming up to your table, “That was actually meant for me to ask you.“ she smiles sheepishly and folds her arms over one another while looking at the male figure whos gawking at her newly founded presence, “but this is quite the surprise too.”

“Ria?” He says silently.

An//: ʕ •̀ ω •́ ʔ SURPRISE SHAWTY! ria and you make such a cute couple <3 the next part will be the final part to the series. What words are going to be said?

"Hey you there?!I-I'm pregnant." You sniffle into the phone. Eyes red and swollen from crying since you came home from the doctors' appointment. The one person who held your heart. The father of your future child was dead silent on the other end making the pit of anxiety that was in your stomach grow bigger. It makes your mind drift as you subconsciously rub your stomach.

To think it all started with just a few words.

"Hey you lost?" You look up at the the dark haired male who's hand is on your shoulder. Shaking you out of your thoughts.

"No, I just came looking for my friend. You might know him. He's name is Atsumu Miya? I'm trying to surprise him but I can't seem to find him." You place the picnic basket down and crack your back and hands from the heavy basket.

"You just missed him. He left like 5 minutes ago." You could feel his eye roll even though his face remained stoic as he huffed barely for you to hear it.

"Are ya serious? Imma kill that 'samu. Always givin' me the wrong information." you storm off to the double doors and tap your foot with heat to it pressing your phone against your ear.

" 'samu? Imma kill ya when i see ya just so you know. What do ya mean what do i mean? 'tsumu isnt here! Ya said they would still be practicin'. Im breakin all yer windows. What? Hes there? Ok ill see ya in 5. Better keep yer lips shut tight so this surprise aint spoiled. And fuck no my accent aint slippin." you press the end bottom and take a few breathes in and our before making you way over to the fox like man.

"thank you i found him. You can keep the basket...?" You pause for a name while handing him the brown woven basket.

"Rintaro. Suna rintaro" he said as he takes the basket from you making you smile.

"well rintaro. Suna rintaro. I better be going before I miss him again. I hope we cross paths again." Letting out giggles as you scamper away leaving the brown haired boy craving your presence more.

And more is what you gave.

It started when he asked for your name and number when you came with Osamu to one of his games. Looking so pretty in your jeans hugging your curves and cropped shirt. Soon becoming an inside joke between you two that pressed the boundaries of friendship and turned it into one of lovers.

"you're so beautiful (y/n). I want to marry you one day." he makes this promise under the moonlight laying kisses om your hands and rubbing your knuckles so tenderly like you were only his. Only meant to fit this two person sized puzzle.

It was two months later you started feeling sick. Throwing up with your tummy cramping from here to here and feeling like you would pass out. You waited to see blood appear due to it possibly just being the chance of your first day period cramps. It never showed up and a week past the day it was scheduled to start it never did.

This made you rush to the hospital with your two best friends in tow. asking the doctor if you had some sort of zombie disease making you throw up everything you eat.  He takes some of your blood and urine to test.

It seemed like hours before the test were done.

"all im sayin' is why did he have to take both yer blood and piss. Hes either a vampire or he has a piss kink.maybe both" atsumu comes up with his conspiracy theory as he gets smacked in the back of the head by osamu.

"He aint got no damn piss kink and he aint a vampire. Yer the reason why (y/n) asked that stupid ass question about zombie diseases." He clicks his tongue before going back to holding your hand rubbing it to calm you down.

"Well 'smau. Ya never know?! They're some real sickos out there that wants to get ahold of someone like , (y/n)'s, piss." He rubs the back of his head, "speakin of piss where'd Suna piss off too?"

"He hasn't been picking up my calls. I know he goes M.i.a sometimes but I'd rather have him here then piss kink boy." You laugh snuggling into Osamu's side as he makes you scoot over so he could sit on the bed with you.

"Watch. He's gonna come in here talkin only about your blood and it'll show yer doctor does indeed have a piss kink." He turns his nose upward and hmphs.

"C'mon and cuddle me 'tsumu. I need my piss hair friend to cuddle me with comfort." Osamu joining with you in laughing as his twin begrudgingly comes over grumbling.

There's 3 knocks on the door before you announce that they may enters. The doctor with the clipboard and a packet of stapled paper with material that clued to her side.

"We did some test on your blood and you're urine and congratulations ms.(l/n) you are pregnant." It felt like time stopped. The twins could feel you tense up.Atsumu coughing up a storm after swallowing his saliva the wrong way but still trying to comfort you while Osamu listened to what else the doctor said, " this is a packet of information on pregnancy. It contains what can and cannot be eaten,Exercises that would help , and trimester information. Right now she is still in first trimester and needs to be very careful with things and stress for they could be harmful to the babies."

"what about a-abortion?" you look at her with watery eyes as she look at your dishevled apperance.

"that is an option ms.(l/n). Take your time and consider it over and if you still want to go through it. We will set up a date when you come back." The doctor hands over the document and leaves the room.

You wait until she leaves to turn into a sobbing mess leaving stains onto Astumu's shirt who pats your back.

"cmon now (y/n). Ya heard the doc crying ain't good for you or the baby." you sniffle and dry your face letting the disgusted face of Atsumu make you laugh quietly.

"Are you gonna tell suna? He is the father right?" samu asked getting swatted by his twin.

"of cours' hes the father you tryna say my best friend hussy?"

"no you idiot. Im sayin' suna aint always around so maybe she looked for other people."

"yer calling her a hussy dumbass."

"piss hair."

"yer onigiri sucks."

And thats how you end up calling suna 12 times since you came back home. Silently crying as each time it went to voicemail was a stab in the gut while the knife twisted. You gave up after the 12th one just laying next to your phone bawling your eyes out until 30 minutes pass and you recieved a call for suna.

"Suna? Hey you there?" you called into the phone but only met with silence, "h-hey you there? I-im pregnant suna. I don't know what to do im ao scared. Please come over." you cry into the phone breathe hitching as you are met with a feminine voice.

"What's your name?" you could hear the crack in the female voice.

"my name is (y/n). Are you suna's friend? I-is he there?" you ask scarily heart pumping with adrenaline waiting for her awnser and soon flatlining when she gave it.

"I'm his wife of 2 yrs." she says and you stutter out a sorry and cry to her that you didn't know he was married.

"It's ok ,love. It's not your fault I put all the blame on him. W-would you meet me later this week? So we both can get some closure." You could hear her tears fall making your heart clench as you tell her yes. She hung up as soon as you could hear Suna in the background.

Now you where curled up with a pillow. Sitting alone with the thoughts of you were the home wrecker. The mistress. The other woman in suna's

An// this is a reupload 🫡

CONSUME ━ imagine!

suna rintarou x fem!reader

summary: suna rintarou was hard to love, you knew this from the beginning. but when you overhear him admitting how he truly felt about you, it hurt to decide whether to let him go, or let your love for him continuously consume you.

genre: hurt/comfort

wc: 6.2k

tags: this is the longest imagine that i’ve ever written 😭 it was a pain in the ass to write but i hope you guys like it :)

Sometimes, you think it’s hard to love Suna.