#series: trafoaag

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prologue: good luck, babe!

the rise and fall of a... an asshole germaphobe?? [sakusa x f!reader]

"and i cry, it's not fair / i just need a little lovin', i just need a little air" wc: 660 || next (chapter 1)

“i think we should break up.”

she doesn’t look up, focused on the video she’s watching on her phone. the phone screen is badly cracked - has been for the past few months - because she hasn’t bothered getting it replaced. she suppresses a chuckle at what is most certainly a joke. 

“ha, ha,” she says dryly. “very funny, rin.”

rintaro is silent for too long at this. much too long. her head snaps up, eyes widening as she fixes her gaze on him. his head is bowed low, refusing to make eye contact at all.

her heart feels as if it’s stopped beating in her chest. yet the only thing she can hear now is the thundering of her heartbeat in her ears. 

“rin,” she croaks, throat unbearably hoarse. “you’re not serious, are you? rin-”

“please.” he looks up at her fidgeting hands, and not even a sliver of the love she once saw in his eyes remains. “i didn't want this to become a big deal. we're just better off without each other.”

“aren't you even going to explain yourself?”

rintaro looks her right in the eyes now, gaze cold and emotionless. “you know why.”

she starts to cry. she pinches her wrist to stop the tears from flowing, but she can't help it. she doesn't want to be this emotional in front of him, not now. she barely registers the shift of the mattress under her as rin stands up and shuts the door behind his departing form.

even as her heart shatters into a million little pieces, she knows. she knows it’s been this way for the longest time, knows she’s refused to see the signs, chosen to ignore them. and this is the consequence. a stupidly messy breakup.

she's dated other guys and girls before, sure, but rin was her first serious relationship, her first real love. she moved in after three months of dating him, and lived together for about two years. laughed, cried, mourned together. even got an adorable little succulent together.

and now, just like that, it's all gone.

shoyo and yuu are there within minutes of her call. they hold her on the couch as she lets out heaving sobs. she half expects yuu to start cussing rin out, but it doesn't happen.

“please stay with us for now,” shoyo pleads.

it's all a big blur. she must have nodded, because soon enough yuu is standing at the kitchenette making a mug of hot chocolate for her while shoyo calls out from her room that it's a total mess in there. 

she sits there numbly on the couch in one of rin's oversized t-shirts, her light hiccoughing slowly dying down to nothing. yuu notices her white-knuckled hands bunched up in the fabric tightly  and tosses her one of her own - with a jolt, she realizes she hasn’t worn it in months. 

slipping the old one off and flinging it into a corner of the room, she puts on her own shirt. it's smaller. nowhere near as warm. but it's hers.

hours later the sun has set and rintaro still hasn't come back, but it doesn't matter. everything she owns is packed into three large suitcases decorated with keychains and badges from yuu’s travels. he and shoyo wait outside for her. they talk quietly, and she hates that they have to worry for her. 

she holds the succulent and takes in the apartment in silence. every photo framed, every gimmicky knickknack bought, every memory shared. they're painful reminders of what once was, and what could've been. the empty space seems to taunt her. his absence - or rather his intangible presence - mocks her. good luck getting over him, it seems to whisper.

but her friends are waiting outside for her. her friends, who have never once left her and never will. and so she turns her back on this place, turns her back on rintaro, and steps out of the apartment into the uncertain future.

author's notes:

i'll be putting yn through some things. (angst.)

yn was in the same year as hinata in karasuno high so she knows the first-years on the volleyball team

crappy ex suna!! yay!! reason for their breakup will be explained later on

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THE RISE AND FALL OF A… AN ASSHOLE GERMAPHOBE??

"you’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling” ~ good luck, babe! - chappell roan

PAIRING: sakusa x f!reader

TAGS: hints at reader being bisexual/pansexual, anyway she makes out with girls AND guys in this, bisexual king omi, noya is a dj at the pink pony club, enemies to lovers, alcohol consumption (copious), angst, slow burn, omi's mysophobia is relatively severe, emotionally constipated omi, emotionally constipated reader, crappy ex rintaro suna, song lyrics may be quoted ooc

INSPIRED BY: the rise and fall of a midwest princess - chappell roan

AUTHOR’S NOTES: chappell pilled. omi pilled. here, have this!

CHAPTERS: (do you see where i’m going with this?)

PROLOGUE: good luck, babe! CHAPTER 1: femininomenon CHAPTER 2: red wine supernova CHAPTER 3: after midnight

TAGLIST: @dream-gardener, @standcom

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chapter 1: femininomenon

the rise and fall of a... an asshole germaphobe?? [sakusa x f!reader]

"and i don't understand, why can't any man..." wc: 986 || prev (prologue) || next (chapter 2) CW: relatively severe mysophobia, omi is a bit of jackass but your honor he didn't mean it i swear

“i'm not even doing this for you.” kiyoomi grumbles, adjusting the collar of the ridiculous black button-up. the stupid v-neck is too loose, and the sleeves atsumu insists he keeps rolled up are starting to make the insides of his elbows itch. not nearly enough coverage.

he doesn’t go out to clubs often - in fact, he doesn’t go to clubs at all. but shoyo wants him there, and so he decides he can tough it out for one night.

“doesn't mean i can't be happy about it!” atsumu practically bounces around the sitting room, somehow managing to check his outfit in every reflective surface it has to offer. “omi, ya need to get out more often! ‘s not good to always be cooped up at home.”

“well, in any case, i’m keeping the mask on tonight.” 

impatiently he waits for atsumu just outside the door, tapping his loafer against the tiled floor of the hallway. when the msby setter finally emerges, hair artfully mussed, they head downstairs to bokuto’s nissan where they pile into the back seat. 

akaashi greets them politely as he inputs the club’s address into his phone’s gps. “it’ll be a short fifteen-minute drive, so there’s nothing to worry about-”

“hey!” bokuto protests. “i can drive!”

“i know, love,” akaashi soothes the older man. “but your driving worries them, and for good reason. take it slow, okay?”

thankfully, bokuto turns onto the main road without incident. atsumu’s phone pings loudly, to which kiyoomi flinches. “shoyo and his friends are already there,” he comments. “wouldja step on the gas, bo?”

“no,” akaashi says firmly. kiyoomi thinks this is the reason why they survive the ride.

it’s nine-thirty when shoyo meets them near the entrance, tequila shots in hand and clearly tipsy already. he pushes a shot glass into bokuto’s hand, mumbling something unintelligible, then promptly slumps onto his broad shoulder.

“he says there are seats at the bar for us, near the dj’s setup,” the msby spiker reports to them seriously.

kiyoomi decides not to question how bokuto knows this, and they start making their way through the crowd to the bar. he cringes as he’s bumped and shoved by sweaty young adults into other sweaty young adults. pulling his mask up and his sleeves down does little to stop the feeling of bugs crawling over every inch of his skin.

it feels like a breath of fresh air when they finally find their reserved seats, but it quickly devolves into a situation that’s not much better. akaashi’s warning to go easy on the drinks goes unheard by atsumu and bokuto. they’re yelling in his ears and akaashi’s yelling at them, and girls and guys start coming up to them and hitting on them and touching and feeling and it’s all too much for him and he thinks he’s going to throw up-

“hey, man, you good? you’re shoyo’s friend, right?” 

he looks up, trying to stabilize his breathing, and realizes he’s had his face buried in his hands for a while now. his vision swims before his eyes, but he can make out a vaguely familiar face. it’s nishinoya, shoyo’s friend, the dj. his eyes are wide in concern as he reaches for his shoulder, but pulls away quickly when he sees kiyoomi flinch away.

“yeah,” he croaks hoarsely. “just… just a little dizzy.”

“okay,” nishinoya mutters, not sounding very convinced. “you don’t want to go to the regular toilet, it’s filthy in there. here, take my access pass-” he presses a plastic card on a lanyard into kiyoomi’s palm- “and they’ll let you into the back area. make a right, and you’ll find the toilet. feel free to stay in the staff room until your friends are done doing… whatever they’re doing.” they look back over to where the boys have wandered off to, and they seem to be enjoying themselves.

“thank you,” kiyoomi says, heading in the direction nishinoya points him in, footsteps quickening with every second that passes. the crowd seems to have grown, which makes it even more difficult to navigate the floor.

he’s just a few steps away from the door labeled “staff only”, when it happens.

there’s the initial impact. a gasp - is it from her or himself? he can’t tell - liquid sloshing onto his shirt and onto the floor, the cold, wet, slightly sticky feeling of her drink seeping to the fabric, the fabric sticking to his skin, the soft touch of her hands on his forearm. 

it disgusts him, all of it.

“i am so, so sorry-”

he jerks his hands away, watching her eyes widen slowly.

“don’t touch me,” he rasps.

she wrings her hands, looking guilty. “look, i’m sorry, i’ll help you get cleaned up. i’ll even pay for a new shirt if that one’s ruined, so-” 

“i think you’ve done quite enough!” 

it comes out louder than he intended. the people surrounding them turn their heads to see what happened, and he’s starting to feel annoyed again. he looks at her, down at his soaked shirt, and back to her, and it seems that there are tears prickling her eyes. she wipes her tears with the back of her arm. an ugly feeling swells in kiyoomi’s chest. he isn’t exactly ready to forgive her, but he’d never intended to drive someone to tears tonight.

“i’m sorry, i overreacted,” he starts to say, but falls silent at a loud sob from her. her eyes are red now, her makeup smudged, and the anger in her voice is obvious as she speaks.

“why did i even bother trying tonight when all men are pigs?”

kiyoomi sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “wait,” he calls out, but she’s already gone, lost in the blur of bodies and music. guilt gnaws at him as he wipes at his soaked shirt, feeling the weight of his own reaction settle heavily. this night can't end soon enough.

author's notes:

yeah

it's 2am and i couldn't sleep so i churned this out

sorry omi you bisexual king that you had to go through this

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chapter 2: red wine supernova

the rise and fall of a... an asshole germaphobe?? [sakusa x f!reader]

"now i'm choked out, face down, burnt out" wc: 880 || prev (chapter 1) || next (chapter 3)

CW: angsty. quite angsty. also mild reader x alisa haiba action

alisa giggles into the crook of her neck, and she swears she hasn’t been this happy in weeks. they’re both dangerously drunk and her new friend is possibly high off her ass right now, but she’s happy. she’s free. even so, it hurts when she collides into the front door of her own apartment. her shoulder blades ache as she fumbles around in her purse for her keys.

“take your time,” the blonde woman hums. 

she still can’t believe how she managed to bring a world-famous model back to her apartment - it’s not even her apartment, really, but who cares? certainly not alisa.

going out tonight had been a largely spontaneous idea. she can't stand to be around yuu and shoyo a minute longer and have to see the looks of pity they exchange beside her on the couch, overhear their not-so-subtle conversations about her.

the sooner they think she's gotten over him, the better.

so she has no regrets as they tumble through the door together, stopping briefly to toss their shoes on the floor at the entryway. the light is on, and the tv is playing some corny japanese game show. not usually what they watch, but whatever. as long as shoyo and yuu don't say or do anything embarrassing-

except it isn’t shoyo and yuu. they’re shoyo’s teammates, apparent from the msby shirts they’re wearing. the blond man’s feet are propped up on the coffee table, and the other guy is…

the man from the club. the man she spilled her drink on. the man who shouted at her. 

their heads are already turned, all thanks to the ruckus she and alisa have made, and his eyes are wide. 

“you're their roommate?”

“what are you doing in our apartment?” she snaps, shielding the other woman.

“shoyo and nishinoya asked us to stay here in case their roommate came back. they’re out looking for you now.” sure enough, number 13 already has shoyo on speed dial, while number 15 glares directly at her.

“well, i’m back, so you-” she jabs a finger at the curly-haired man- “can get the hell out of here right now.” she feels the embarrassment and anger of that night come rushing back like a tsunami, flooding her senses with an unpleasant feeling. “i don’t want to see you here ever again, got that?”

“uh…” number 13 says your name slowly, interrupting his friend, and you turn your attention to him. “that's yer name, right? shoyo and noya were really worried about ya. don't go out again without tellin’ them where you are, ‘kay?”

“i don't have to tell them anything, they're not my parents-”

a vein pulses in number 15's temple. “they let you stay with them as long as you need and this is how you treat them?”

“enough!” number 13 steps between her and a pissed-off number 15. “omi, we are leavin’ right now.”

“good,” she snaps. “alisa, let's-”

“actually.” the quiet melancholy of the woman's voice startles her, and she turns to see a red-faced alisa with her head bowed in embarrassment. “i think i'll take my leave as well.”

her face falls. “but… i…”

“it was nice meeting you tonight. maybe we'll see each other around?” 

alisa's voice is tinged with hope, but more than that, pity. she can't bear to listen to any more of it.

she can't bear to be abandoned again.

“okay,” she chokes out. “have a good night.”

“have a good night.”

the two men - atsumu miya and kiyoomi sakusa, or at least that’s what she thinks their names are - simply watch as her one-night-stand walks out the front door of the apartment. she thinks of it as a one-night-stand, sure, but who knows what could've been?

miya steps forward, as if to apologize or comfort her, but she brushes past them to her room, covering her face with her forearm. she can't let sakusa see her crying, because he'd obviously take joy in it-

“so you're not even going to apologise for the other night?”

his words cut through the still night air in the apartment, and though miya immediately starts to berate him, his voice trails off as she begins to speak.

“if there's anyone who should be apologizing, it should be you.” miya’s mouth opens, then closes, then opens again, but no sound comes out. “i knock into you by accident. apologize multiple times. offer to help you clean up. or pay for a new shirt. then you just flip out on me-”

“i think you missed the part where i try to apologize to you and then you flip out and walk away before i get the chance,” sakusa retorts. “and after tonight, i don't think i want to try again.”

“you ruined my night!”

“no, you ruined your night,” he spits viciously. “being self-centered and aggressive and all the other things hinata and nishinoya shouldn’t have to deal with.”

maybe sakusa is right. just maybe. but she’d be a fool to want to admit it.

she locks herself in her room. soon their arguing voices are replaced with that of shoyo and yuu. they stand outside her door for what feels like hours, and when she hears them softly pad away on the creaky floorboards, she cries herself to sleep.

author's notes:

lyrics are quotes sooooo ooc but?? hopefully it fits the next chapters better

i am so excited to write chapter 3!

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[sirhamburrger]

chapter 1 in progress!

THE RISE AND FALL OF A… AN ASSHOLE GERMAPHOBE??

"you’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling” ~ good luck, babe! - chappell roan

PAIRING: sakusa x f!reader

TAGS: hints at reader being bisexual/pansexual, anyway she makes out with girls AND guys in this, bisexual king omi, noya is a dj at the pink pony club, enemies to lovers, alcohol consumption (copious), angst, slow burn, germaphobe omi, emotionally constipated omi, emotionally constipated reader, crappy ex rintaro suna, song lyrics may be quoted ooc

INSPIRED BY: the rise and fall of a midwest princess - chappell roan

AUTHOR’S NOTES: chappell pilled. omi pilled. here, have this!

CHAPTERS: (do you see where i’m going with this?)

PROLOGUE: good luck, babe! CHAPTER 1: femininomenon CHAPTER 2:

TAGLIST: @dream-gardener (open, send an ask to be added!)

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