Inarizaki Fic Recommendations

Thought tumblr might appreciate this one.

people have got to learn the difference between I didnt like it and It was bad

vaporize

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Little sad angel

and here are the gays

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

part 1 | part 2

a/n: yes, i'm here for the third [a maybe final part?], maybe i'll do little interludes and pieces where i write about everything that happens in between. like karaoke night with the girlies and oikawa, singing good 4 u, because i love olivia rodrigo and she's a wasian soul sister. idk, let me know.

tags: this is the most girlboss the reader has been so far, swearing, insulting, bringing up insecurities, kinda v toxic, it's like full on enemies to lovers without the lovers. so like, lovers to enemies :) SO FUCKING PETTY, I STG, bad bitch osamu because he's so fucking sexy, gn! reader wc: 712

"what are you doing here?" atsumu stood, shocked to see you exit the back room and appear behind the counter with osamu, laughing at whatever inside joke that had been shared between you two.

staring blankly back at the blond, eyebrows furrowing, "oh hey asshat – where's your girlfriend?" you question, "fooling around with another volleyball player in a committed relationship?"

"oh please, you're being immature," atsumu scoffed. "i thought that you were too good for petty insults,"

"hmm, yeah – i still am." rolling your eyes, "it's not my fault you're too daft to believe the truth."

"you're a piece of shit, you know that right?"

"ha–! says the guy who cheated, and had a whole ass affair for two weeks!" you retort, "get your head out your ass miya."

"like you're any better!" atsumu says, eyes darting to his brother – who stood silently, observing the scene that unfolded in front of him. "really 'samu? i thought you had standards."

"god! can you shut the fuck up?" you groan, "it's not like you say anything worth listening to anyways." waving your hands in front of your face, "news flash! no one gives a shit! and let me tell you this, i meant what i last said to you."

atsumu freezes, staring at the person he used to know. never in the last four years he's known you, has atsumu seen that look of pure hatred in your eyes. he tried searching for any of your tell-tales to assure him that you weren't being serious, but found none.

that's when it finally hit the blonde, you genuinely believed that dating him was a mistake. why was he so upset? atsumu was the one who cheated, atsumu was the one who pulled away, he was the one with nothing to lose.

clearing his throat, he steps back, "are you serious?"

"yes." you wouldn't have said that two weeks ago, when you had your little plan to hurt atsumu by using his brother. at first, it started off like that, hanging around at osamu's apartment, leaving your things there, posting a picture of you two together.

now? now it's completely different. after spending so much time with osamu, catching up on everything that you two have missed in each others lives, wandering around the city at night, trying out new recipes for him – genuine feelings came into existence.

sure, the endless mind games were more than fun. inside word, from sakusa, said that atsumu was always in a sour mood. finding out that your ex moved on with your brother is never nice to hear, or see.

"you're pathetic," atsumu snaps. "you're a pathetic, heartless, soul-sucking demon from hell,"

"oh yeah? how?" you question, "am i so pathetic for being there for you through everything, for standing for you? for dealing with all the hate online calling me offensive names? for never making you choose between volleyball or me?"

osamu, not wanting a fight to break out in his store, decided it'd be best to step in before things can spiral even more. placing a hand on your shoulder, tearing your gaze away from atsumu. and as per usual, he stepped in at the right time.

noticing the slight glossiness in your eyes, those tears that you're forcing back. you're still hurt, even if your mind doesn't think so, your heart and body does.

"go, i'll take it from here." he whispers, tilting his head towards the door which leads to the back room.

you oblige, walking past him into the safety and comfort of an empty room, wiping your eyes refusing to cry – taking deep breaths to ease the overwhelming stress. you'd rather die than cry over a cheater, after all you've convinced yourself to not care.

"do you want your usual?" osamu asks, pretending that the last couple minutes haven't happened. grabbing a takeaway box before filling it with atsumu's regular order.

"you know their just using you right."

"no. their not, not anymore at least." he hums, "and i'm going to – continue – to prove that i'm the right choice." wrapping the box up in a bag, osamu places it on the counter,

"it's on the house, ya' know, considering yer ex thinks i'm better and all."

again! note that this is completely meant for fictional purposes and i'm doing this because i'm a whore for pettiness, heartache, and being a complete bitch and girl boss after getting cheated on. i love atsumu sm and would literally give him the world if he was real.

anyways, FUN FACT! the line: you're still hurt, even if your mind doesn't think so, your heart and body does. was something my therapist said to me!