#guitarist!suna

[idlerin]

HYPNOTIZED, MESMERIZED

guitarist!suna rintarou x assistant!f!reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | extra

the ikarus incident (band au)

+ word count: 3.5k

note: enjoy the tooth rotting fluff babes

he was your boss, but sometimes, he was more than that.

SUNA RINTAROU is your boss, but some days he feels more like a friend. Like now, with the both of you sprawled on his couch, a beer in hand as the two of you unwind in the form of lounging lazily after a hectic day while complaining about your workmates.

“He was so rude, was all like ‘how would you know?’ with that look— you know his look? That I’m-better-than-you-you-trash as if he was actually doing something worthwhile!” you munch on the chips you were eating angrily. This was also one of the times where you lose your composure around him. “I resisted the urge to snap back at him,” you frown, “I shouldn’t have. Who cares if I’ll suffer through his death glares in the next shooting?”

“Next time you should put him in his place,” Suna says tipping his beer towards you, “I’ll help you, I still hate the way he dressed us up in fucking neon that one time on live television,” he shakes his head and takes a sip of his drink, your eyes briefly glanced at the way his adam’s apple bobbed and promptly turned away.

“The one from 3 years ago? When Atsumu went viral for twerking in his hot pink tutu?” you ask, brows furrowed, suna groans at the memory. “I remember that! My friends were talking about IKARUS— well they were always talking about your band— but more specifically ‘tsumu and his pink tutu! That’s why the nickname tsu-tsu became famous in your fandom right? You were stuck with that zebra print cowboy hat and neon green sunglasses,” you laugh.

Suna throws a pillow at your face and you laugh even more. “I think it can still be found on the internet right?” you smile cheekily at him and put down your chips and beer to reach for your phone.

“Don’t even—” suna tackles you to take your phone away, you let out a squeal because you didn’t expect him to freaking jump you. Now the both of you were on the floor with him hovering above you, your phone raised over your face, him gloating that he got it while you groaned because he was purposefully putting most of his weight on you.

“Get off,” you grumble, you watch as he throws your phone on the couch without making any move to get off of you, so you try and push him away on your own but he’s like an ironclad wall, a muscle-y ironclad wall. You know he works out, of course you do, he slaves you around in the gym with him! But you didn’t know he was this strong.

“Are you enjoying putting your hands on me, sweetheart?” Suna teases and you immediately put your hands away.

You made the mistake of looking into his eyes. It was full of mirth with a hint of something else you can’t pinpoint while he was staring at you. Maybe it was the beer— yeah you were going to blame it on the beer— that made you think ‘he’s really pretty when he’s like this’ although nothing compares to when he’s on stage, you think he’s really hot especially when he— stop.

“Are you so mesmerized by my looks, [name], that you can’t say a thing?” he taps your nose, “You’re so cute.”

Heat spread on your cheeks and you hope that it’s darkly lit enough here for him to notice, “That’s not what I was doing,” you glare, reaching out to the side and getting ahold of the pillow he threw at your face just a moment ago and shoving it on his face this time, catching him off guard and making him ironclad-no-more as you roll away. Once you get out, you look down at his laughing figure clutching the said pillow as you glower, “And I’m not cute.”

He tilts his head to the side, “You are. Also, you said your friends always talked about my band. Does that mean you did too?”

You made your way back to the couch and laid on it, stretching your legs and making yourself comfortable, opting to act as if you didn’t hear him.

“So you did? Aw, were you a fan too?” He sounds far too happy about it.

“I partook in some of the conversations,” you admit in defeat, “I liked some of your songs,” now that one was a lie, you liked their music so much you have all their albums, but you were never the type of fan that was immersed in the members themselves, and you’ve never been to any of their concerts too, well, before you started working for him.

“So..” he goes and lays his head on the edge of the couch, beside your stomach, “Do you want an autograph?” he jokes, you ignore him again as one of his hands reach for yours and he starts playing with it, you let him, even though you know you guys were beginning to have one of those moments again, you’ll blame this on the beer too.

“And to think I thought you didn’t even know I made music when you showed up in my studio for the job, you had this really strict deadpan face on, but you were secretly a super fan,” he continues, drawing circles on your palm.

“I was not a super fan,” you refute but he ignores you, this bastard, you picked up the ignoring thing from him.

“I’m surprised you’re letting me hold your hand,” changing the conversation and tugging on your hand to make a point. You sigh, you’re not sure why you’re letting him hold it too.

“Rin?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

“Get up," you order your boss. It was 7 in the morning on a sunday and you were not happy about being woken up from a series of calls from the other side of the door. The guest room was nearer to the entrance so your rest was disrupted, and you knew you had to get the door, because Suna was a deep sleeper after a tiring day, which is almost every day. And you were too awake to go back to sleep and ignore it, so you begrudgingly got up in your pajamas still, as you were greeted by the sight of an angry relative of suna’s.

She asked to be let in but you said you can’t because it was Suna’s place and you didn’t have the right so you slammed the door on her face.

"Do I have to?" Suna laid on his bed shirtless while you loomed over him with your death note planner. You were bringing it to appear to look professional, despite the duck pattern on your pants. “We don’t have any appointments this morning, do we?”

"it's err.. your aunt, Suna-san, she’s outside,” translation: go send her away. You want her to leave quickly, you’ve always gotten weird vibes from her and it wasn’t just because she shamelessly asks Suna for money every time she tries to contact him.

"Suna-san? What happened to Rin?"

"That’s what you pick up from what I’ve said? Your aunt is just outside and it's already awkward as it is because I'm the first one she sees in your penthouse. She might get weird ideas."

Suna groans as he sits up, he stays like that for a few seconds before he reaches a hand out to grab you— making you drop your notebook— then he pulls you back down with him. Caging you in his arms, your notebook on the floor, as he starts to close his eyes, planning to fall asleep again.

"This is highly inappropriate and not the time," you try to reason while making no attempts to break out of his hold.

"Not a first time for us. Hm."

"I despise you." lies.

"Sure."

"Get up and go," you say, hitting him on the chest, well, at least attempting to.

"You’re so mean to me [name], I just want to hold you,” he says with that raspy voice of his.

"You are so..." you feel that he can sense that you were upset because he loosens his hold on you, letting you go. You pick up your notebook and make your way into his closet. Suna sits up and frowns, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. You come back out and toss him a shirt.

"Now, go face your aunt," you walk out of his room, going to the kitchen and deciding to make yourself a cup of coffee to calm yourself.

“[name] are you mad?” you hear Suna call from his room.

Are you mad? Honestly? You weren’t really, and that’s what’s bothering you. And then the incessant knocking from the front door starts again, this time, Suna rushed down in sync with the knocks because he hastily put on his shirt and was following after you. You gave him a look and signaled for him to open the door, instead, he walks to your side and tugs on the sleeve of your shirt as you stir your coffee.

You stayed silent, shoulders stiff, and he made no move to leave.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, tugging on your sleeve again.

You sigh, and nod, you can’t really stay mad at him when he’s acting all soft and stuff, how infuriating.

You spread your picnic blanket on the sand and made sure your umbrella was placed sturdily. Today you were at a private beach resort the company rented out for the band’s music video. You’ve had some extra time and carefully planned out your escape before anyone could ask you to do anything else. You could just not do it since it’s not like the company’s the one who’s paying your salary, but you find it difficult to say no, afraid of them thinking you were rude. Plus, lately you’ve been putting yourself out there and saying you’re free to help but now there’s too many people in need of help and only one of you.

You smile contentedly at the little space you’ve made for yourself, the ocean just the right distance away, not too far, not so close you’d get swept away by the water. You slump on the ground and pick up your book.

Finally, some peace, quiet, and relaxation.

“You were here.”

You glared at Suna who was looming over you, blocking the sun and shattering your peaceful escape. How did he even find you?! You didn’t even tell him where you were going, you just said you were going somewhere, this wasn’t an easy place to find either.. Can he not live without you for five minutes?

“Is there anything you need from me?” you ask, giving up the image you had of having total relaxation in your head. You really don’t want to see him right now, not that you’re mad at him, or that he’s done anything wrong— actually that one can be contemplated— but it’s you and your feelings that’s mostly the problem. After that evening you’ve been putting a little distance between the two of you, just a little, you were still doing your job well, but when it comes to outside a boss-employee relationship, you’ve been avoiding him like he was the embodiment of plague. And you know that he knows you’ve been distancing yourself.

Suna crouches, leveling so he could be with you face to face, “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous, if I was avoiding you, I wouldn’t have shown up to work today?” you said with a ‘duh’ tone.

“You know what I meant, playing dumb doesn’t suit you, sweetheart,” there he goes with that endearment yet again— “Do you think I haven’t noticed how unusual you’ve been for the past few days? Leaving earlier than you usually do? Making excuses as to why my personal assistant just has to help out the crew?”

“I’ve done my job properly—”

“You have. But if you have a problem with me, then tell me so I don’t have to guess what’s suddenly making you walk on eggshells around me for days.” Suna’s forehead was scrunched up and he was sitting on the blanket now, clearly upset.

And that’s how your supposed to be peaceful, quiet, and relaxing afternoon reading at the beach turned into Suna’s head resting on your lap, your hand in his hair and him holding onto your hand as he verbally lists things you’ve done that upset him (“unsettled him” is his words but you know that’s just him downplaying that he was upset).

“[name],” the way he mentioned your name was a whisper, something only for you to hear, and your heart starts beating abnormally fast again.. this is why you were ignoring him. “Why can’t we?” he mumbles, he raises the hand he was holding to his face and pressed a light kiss on it, it tingles.

You gulp, “You know why,” you say quietly, choosing to stare out into the vast ocean.

Suna reaches a hand out to cup your face, making you look down at him. He stares at your eyes then drops to your lips, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

Your breath hitches and in your panic, you stand up suddenly, making his head fall from your lap. Without thinking, you start running towards the waters. You can hear Suna’s laughs distantly, you raise your middle finger at him, still in the middle of running away.

You fumble with the stupid banner as you try to hold it properly, your sunglasses start falling off of your face and you try to catch it while at the same time still trying to hold up your sign properly. The concert was about to start soon and there you were in the pit, your beanie and sunglasses on, the sign you stayed up making held in front of your chest, it was just a simple ‘You’re amazing Suna Rintarou!’ but you were still red faced and was trying to hide yourself as much as possible.

This was stupid. You could’ve just gotten free tickets from Suna himself but you had to buy a ticket with your own money. You wanted to support him by showing that you willingly wanted to do this, which is again, idiotic, cause you were hoping he wouldn’t spot you in the first place.

The concert was the opening one IKARUS will be having for their world tour, and Suna told you about how he was a little nervous about touring after two years, of course, he said it after a little pushing from your end, and he was also grumpy after admitting it. But you were too preoccupied with thinking of a way to show him support for the other stuff to matter. Merely an hour ago you were with him backstage and watching him prepare, giving him your last thumbs up of good luck before running to get your disguise and banner and making your way to the front of the pit. You spent a crazy amount of money on this, but you can’t help but feel that it’s worth it.

Soon you hear the deafening roar of the crowd as the beginning of a fan favorite song plays, a song you’re familiar with as you stayed up with Suna listening and watching him create it.

Akaashi’s voice is the one you hear first, greeting the crowd and making them go feral. It was a good thing you had ear plugs. Concerts really weren’t your thing in general, but then Suna’s voice rang through the stadium as he sang the opening line. You felt the goosebumps on your skin as his voice has always had an effect on you, you find yourself screaming along with the crowd, you really hope he doesn’t notice you.

It was Sakusa who spotted you first, you saw him raise a brow at you. It was in the middle of one of the times where they’re talking to fans and reading signs. You removed your sunglasses because you were starting to feel silly, but then immediately after that you locked eyes with Sakusa, you had a silent conversation with your eyes wide with threat and him glancing from Suna who was doing fan service and reading some of the signs to you who was holding a sign with suna’s name.

You can tell he wants to laugh but refrains from doing so.

“Suna Rintarou, marry me please?” Suna reads aloud, he chuckles, “If you give me a ring then maybe I’ll think about it,” the fans scream and it makes Suna laugh again. He looks like he was born to be on a stage like this, in front of millions of people, he has that kind of presence.

“I want you to be my baby daddy,” Atsumu squinted and pointed at the sign from a fan from a seat a little far away, “Which one of us?” he asks, the fan shouts distantly, ‘all of you!’

The next one you lock eyes with is Atsumu, he was going around the stage singing an awful song while fist bumping fans and when he got to you he was like ‘uhm [name]?’ Of course he didn't say it out loud but you could see it in his eyes so you hastily bump his fist as he moved to the other fans. Then it was Akaashi taking over the crowd and saying how much their fans mean to them. Meanwhile, you were trying your best not to respond to the burning gaze on the side of your head Atsumu was making.

The next song was starting and this one had a guitar solo from Suna. You can’t help but think that the way he works his guitar looks really.. It's really hot. The fans think so too since they won’t stop screaming.

It was at the final act where you see Atsumu talking to Suna and subtly pointing in your direction. You were going to kill him! You try to hide yourself behind your sign but you know it’s too late because you feel Suna’s familiar gaze on you already. Defeated, you lower your sign and let yourself lock eyes with him. He had a small smile on his face the whole time they played the last song.

As the concert reached its end, you were in the private parking lot because that was where your car was parked along with the band’s and the other staff's vehicles. You were rushing to put the sign in your car when someone called your phone.

You saw that it was Suna who was calling you so you promptly ignored it and fixed your bag. You jump when someone’s arms wrap around your waist and pull you into their chest, “Why aren’t you answering my calls, hm?”

“I- uhm- eh?” you were malfunctioning.

He turns you around to face him, arms still wrapped around your waist as he pushes you to lean on the car. One of his hands leaves your waist and trails his touch to the side of your face, “You watched me?” he hums and cups your cheek. His simple touch was making your knees weak. “Did you enjoy the concert?”

You nod, still not having the right words.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to watch?” Suna asks, leaning down to rest his forehead on yours.

“It was supposed to be a secret,” you mumble, avoiding looking into his eyes, managing to form a response despite the way he was so close to your face makes you so flustered.

“You could just tell me I’m amazing anytime you want to,” he teases, and your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” playing dumb is your go-to reaction.

You were met with silence, you could feel Suna’s gaze stuck on you, but right now you were worried that people were going to be here soon to get their cars—

“I want to kiss you,” Suna says, those words made you look up at him, your mind going blank. “I know what you’re going to say; that we can’t do it again, I know, but, I really want to kiss you right now,” he says. Your face was heating up, he was so unfair.

But.. but maybe you can let him off this time, only once, just once, this would be the last, just a peck, you convince yourself. You stand on your tip toes and reach for his lips, barely brushing against it before pulling away. Suna takes his time processing what just happened.

“T-There–” you don’t even get to start a sentence before he captures your lips into his once again. This time with his hand on your nape and him deepening the kiss.

“Rin,” you say in a gasp, “People will be here soon and your manager would be looking for you, what if they see us like this,” you manage to get those words out before he leans in to chase your lips again but you put a hand over your face to block him.

“Let them watch,” Suna says, placing a kiss on the base of your throat, trailing it up your neck, he then gently removes the hand on your face, kissing your palm before giving you a light kiss on the tip of your nose then he takes his time kissing you on your lips. A relief you've dreaded to have washed over you, but right now, you were too lost in him to care.

note: im back!! and ready to write lmao ive been so busy

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[salsakiyoomi]

suna used to be in a band.

it was a small thing back in highschool, the music club had four people and he was the fourth — he played the guitar, he played it really well, in fact, he was the best.

it was a little gig on the side next to his volleyball, he was passionate about it and his mom pushed him into joining the music club for it to maybe grown on him like volleyball did.

in the band, he was the main guitarist and there was a bassist and a drummer and then there was you.

you, the vocalist with the angel voice.

he had never heard someone with such a beautiful voice as yours before.

all of the competitions that he had entered with the band, the primary reason for the winning was you and your voice.

other than the fact that your voice was angel-like and had his ears begging for more — you were charismatic, and he was immediately attracted to you.

although the two of you never interacted much, just a daily minimum, you two talked enough to be labeled as friends.

and although he wouldn't like to admit, he may or may have not developed a teeny tiny crush on you by you two's third year.

he even asked you out for prom, although it was totally platonic.

anyway, years passed and eventually the two of you lost contact although you never really forgot him because he became a top-tier volleyball player and you saw his face everywhere you went and he never really forgot you either because your voice played like a remedy on repeat every night.

none of that really explains why he's seeing you by the bar counter chatting with the bartender right now though.

he's at a bar with his friends, chatting and drinking while the night is still young, and he swears that its you, standing right there and sipping on a martini.

he's debating whether or not to come up and talk to you because if it isn't you, well then this whole thing is going to be very embarrassing for him.

fortunately, his longing side wins and he stands up from the table and walks over to where you are.

he taps at your shoulder and you turn around to look at him and yep — it's definitely you.

“hey.” he says and his voice comes out a little wobbly a little more than he'd like to admit so he gulps and continues, “y/n l/n, right?”

there is a slight smile at your cherry red lipstick lips and you nod.

he smiles and his heart is doing cartwheels because yes, oh thank god it's you, “uh, i don't know if you remember me but, we used to be in band together in highschool, i’m —” you cut him off, “suna rintaro, yeah i remember you.” you say, smiling at him, you take a sip out of your drink then continue, “it's good to see you, suna, i haven't talked to anyone from highschool for a while.”

god, his heart is about to leap out of his chest — because not only does your voice sound as angelic as it was and always will be, but you remember him and god do you look so beautiful right now, standing there with that red dress on and your hair and make up done he could just kiss you —

he clears his throat and tries for a chuckle to not seem awkward, “that's great… would uhm, like to catch up sometime? you know maybe hang out, i could give you my number.”

there is most definitely a blush on his cheeks right now.

you look at him for a moment then giggle, “sure, i'd love to catch up with you.”

“great.” he says.

you smile teasingly at him, “great.”

yeah, that's definitely a score.

#this is bullshit but #pushing my guitarist suna agenda #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #hq x reader #haikyuu drabbles #suna rintarou #suna imagine #suna headcanons #suna drabbles #suna fluff #suna x reader

[plooto]

guitarist!suna who met you in the middle of the night at a skatepark.

guitarist!suna who was stoned out of his mind but committed you to his memory.

guitarist!suna who invited you to his underground concert just for the chance to see you again.

guitarist!suna who takes you backstage to finally get your number.

guitarist!suna who changes your text and ringtone so he knows it’s you calling so he can hurry to the phone.

guitarist!suna who gives you his favorite guitar pick as a necklace and tells you

“ you’re my muse. ”

#suna x reader #suna rintarou #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro haikyuu #hq suna #suna rintarō #rintarou x reader #guitarist ! suna #. character // rintarou suna #rae’s tiny thoughts 💭 // drabbles

[lovinglyinlove]

suna rintarō had come to your dorm because he was astonishingly bored.

and in his mind, what better person to get rid of his boredom than his lovely girlfriend?

when he texted you about it and you answered with a "of course rin, you don't even have to ask" he felt excited. you had been friends for about one year now, but only recently started dating, and he wasn't very sure how to behave. but he was relieved to observe that you both were conserving the main aspect of your friendship that was complete trust on each other.

before arriving to your dorm though, rin went to the nearest market to buy you your favourite snacks. after all, his mother had taught him since he was a little boy that showing up to somebody's house empty-handed was disrespectful. not to say that he didn't absolutely enjoy pampering you, in fact it was one of his favourite things to do.

when suna reached his destination and you opened the door with a radiant smile, he couldn't resist hugging you and giving you a small kiss.

"I want to cuddle. I really need to cuddle you, I even brought snacks." he said while pouting like a kid. you couldn't resist that pretty face.

letting out a small laugh, you grabbed his hand and led him to your bed after closing the door. rin was clinging to your body with every step of the way.

when you finally managed to arrive at the foot of your bed without falling, you turned around to stare at suna.

"I missed you so much rin." you announced while attentively observing his beautiful green eyes.

"I missed you too babe, a lot." he said "and I would appreciate it if we could have this conversation in your bed. hugging each other. and eating the stuff I brought."

"alright you big baby." you replied while wrapping yourself around him and bringing him down to your bed with you.

there, with your arms and legs around his body, and the sweet perfume of your comforter, he felt safe and cozy.

after stuffing your faces with the gummies and candy that suna had brought, you decided to watch a show in your computer. the computer laid on your legs while your back was resting on suna's chest. this allowed him to hug you and kiss you anytime he pleased. and he absolutely took advantage of this embrace. he delivered small pecks anywhere he could reach. the back of your head, your cheeks, the corner of your lips, your shoulders and even your hands.

the entirety of the episode of the show was spent like that and both of you cherished it with your hearts.

once the episode finished, you got up to use the bathroom leaving suna alone in the comfort of your bed. but soon enough, curiosity invaded rin and he got up to discover the wonders of your tiny dorm.

everything in your room was so you, suna thought while he was playing with the pens on your desk. the colours of the walls, the small carpet, your extremely tidy desk, the tray where you kept your perfumes and makeup, and the books on the shelf. and he was completely fascinated.

but there was one item that always called his attention when he came over. one thing that he always found himself looking at. and that was your guitar. your stunning glossy black electric guitar.

rin doesn't know how to play guitar. but he always had wanted to learn. so, he picked your guitar up and decided to try to play a song. a long time ago, when he was bored out of his mind, he had watched a video on how to play 'R U mine?' and he had convinced himself that it looked fairly easy to attempt.

quickly enough, he realised playing guitar was not easy and that the song was in fact, complicated, especially for someone who had never touched an instrument before. i mean, there was an obvious reason why rin was a volleyball player and not a musician.

as soon as you came out of the bathroom, suna looked up at you with his face resembling one of a lost puppy.

"can you please play a song for me? I just bruised my own ego." he told you while smiling.

giggling, you sat next to him and took the guitar out of his hands.

"any requests?"

"just something slow, baby. nothing too crazy"

smiling up at him, you started to play a song. and just like that, rin became absolutely enchanted. he was mesmerized with the way your fingers moved on the strings and was fascinated with the song you were playing.

in the middle of listening to you, a thought occurred to him, he loved you. he loved you so much, he felt it everywhere, from his head to his toes. but he wouldn't say anything, he didn't want to scare you and at the same time, he didn't want to interrupt the lovely song you were playing.

A/N?: after a long time, I finally wrote something. It's the first day of the year in my country so happy new year??

#suna! #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #my work! #suna rintaro fluff #if you want to listen to an amazing guitarist follow @muhdnaj1b on tiktok #i obviously don't know them but i absolutely loved all his covers #i wish i could play guitar like that

[suashii]

HOW did i forget that semi is canonically a musician?? he’s the missing piece in my band au

#💭 manon’s mind #LEAD SINGER SEMI !!!! #GUITARIST SEMI !!!!! #suna semi mattsun and sakusa #they’re too powerful for this world #well i will be thinking about this the rest of the day #along with ateez’s comeback #which you all should listen to #i am currently listening to #and so far it has not disappointed #the rest won’t either bc it’s ateez

[atsumusuna]

need a guitarist/singer!suna X florist!atsumu to heal the damage that's been done

#sunaatsu #atsusuna #florist #singer #guitarist #alternate universe #i love them #theyre idiots your honor #precious #inarizaki #atsumu miya #suna rintarō #haikyuu

[sunakith]

rockstar!suna giving you a quickie right before he has to go on stage.

#i wanna write an angsty smutty rockstar!suna au sooooo bad!!!! #rockstar!suna being so good with his fingers because he’s a skilled guitarist #eyes locking on the veins of his hands & length of his fingers as he strums his bass guitar #wishing they could be all over you. #🫣😮‍💨 #suna brain rot i guess 🫠 #suna rintaro

[junosmindpalace]

Suna isn’t the type of person to go out of his way to impress someone. To quit slacking off during practice when he senses Kita’s watchful gaze, sure, but to invest time grooming himself into other people’s likeness? No way. 

He’s secure in himself for the most part, laid back and nonchalant. It wasn’t as if he didn’t put any work into himself, it was just that he only gave effort in areas he cared about or where it was required of him, and that usually didn’t transcend outside the realms of school and volleyball.

Most of the time (when he isn’t slacking off), Suna is practicing getting down a more efficient spike and doing his best to keep up with his agonizing classes. That was the most he cared about in terms of himself…until you had started to talk up a classmate of yours.

Suna was used to getting attention as an athlete, a lot of times indifferent to it. Atsumu was the one who enjoyed that sort of attention more, but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t a blow to his pride when he hears you gush about a guitarist friend of yours. You would seemingly drone on and on about how impressive he was. You swooned, you would say. Guitarists are so cool. Rintaro listened to all your starstricken rants with raised brows and an annoyed look on his face. He couldn’t help but scoff and look away when you once mentioned something about attending one of his gigs. 

You were enthusiastic about Suna’s volleyball games, but never had you talked about his plays with such reverence. What was so great about guitarists? You could get all the excitement from a concert at one of Suna’s games. There was no need for you to attend that guy’s show. The rush in the stands are pretty much the same you’d feel at a concert venue. 

“Athletes are obviously better. What does plucking some strings have on power and scoring points?”

Suna’s mouth curled downward into a small frown as he listened to Atsumu’s attempt at trying to pick him up during practice. Suna didn’t mean for it to start getting discussed, but Atsumu, dumbfounded by Suna’s irritable mood, got curious on what could possibly make his very nonchalant teammate so…chalant. And so he poked and prodded, making exaggerated comments about his ugly face due to the deep frown on his lips and how he could see the steam coming from his ears until Suna caved in. 

“Obviously something.” 

Rintaro, you should see him play! He’s incredible, it almost has me falling for him. You had joked, but alarm bells were going off in his head, a wave of nausea washing over him and wiping out the remainder of his ego and any sort of nonchalance he was able to feign. That was his final straw. 

It was Aran who was the first to find out about Suna’s new hobby when he visited his house one afternoon, staring in surprise at the new addition to his usually unchanging room sitting in the corner.

“When’d you get a guitar, man?”

“Last week.”

“I didn’t know you were interested in playing an instrument.”

Suna's gaze shifted to the ground as he only gave a shrug in response, because he really wasn’t. At least, not out of a passion for it. He liked listening to music, he didn’t mind listening to other people play, but he himself had never been interested in learning. Well, until he learned about your love for guitarists. 

“They’re just so….you know?”

“I don’t.”

You laughed, even though Suna had meant the words with all the sincerity in the world. And he never got a clear explanation, so now he’s taking it upon himself to figure out what makes a couple of chords so impressive. 

He’s ready to bash his head into the guitar only a couple of days in. The metal strings on his acoustic were harsh on his fingers and always slipped from their position on the fretboard. He gets down the chord shapes decently quick, which motivate him to immediately move onto barring and suddenly he’s back to square one. Transitioning between each chord was also a pain, and don’t get him started on reading sheet music. Injuring his fingers during a game set his progress back a week.

He tries focusing on learning to play your favorite music; solos, riffs and the like. But each tutorial requires another tutorial, and it becomes a vicious pattern of Suna going down a rabbit hole trying to learn one thing after another. 

He’s ready to give up on the whole thing and find some way to impress you with volleyball, but the plan to abandon his progress halts after your reaction to him casually bringing up how difficult it was to play. 

“Wow, Rin, you play? I had no idea! That’s awesome! I’m sure you’re incredible!” 

And suddenly Suna’s back to looking up various tutorials, practicing transitioning between different chords and properly starting out with the basics. He even borrows workbooks from the music rooms to practice outside of school. The patience required of him made his head spin, but it was no matter. He was an athlete with an oblivious crush- patience was his middle name.

He’s surprisingly dedicated, not staying too late after school for volleyball practice and instead opting to work out of his books in the afternoon. He’s gotten farther than he ever expected he would- he even picks up on the language naturally. He doesn’t even realize it until he’s ranting to you about some annoying technical details, not even in an attempt to make you fawn over him.

When he turns to look at you, he’s caught off guard by the impressed look on your face.

“Sounds frustrating. I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it soon.” You said slowly, tilting your head to the side. 

Suna admits that despite having a lot to learn and a lot of practice to be doing in order to improve his musicality, he’s actually found this new hobby of his decently fun. He was slowly starting to understand the appeal you talked so much about, the satisfaction of being able to play a set of chords correctly reminiscent of hitting a good spike.

But ultimately, it’s your almost shy smile and tinted cheeks as you look up at him in admiration that, despite the insane amount of frustration, make Suna glad he decided to pick up guitar. 

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[renardiererin]

two: vicious

you dated rintarou suna for a little over a year. everything was so picture perfect-- retrospectively staged to get you too caught up in his shallow, strategized acts of "affection" to notice what kind of a guy he really is. he's in a band; a pretty popular one, at that. he's the lead singer/guitarist, and half the internet is in love with him. every red flag you excused as typical male behavior. every problematic response to a fan's message or an article making him look bad, you just brushed off as the hate getting to him. you kept trying to look for the best in the worst, but every time you defended him it just turned the hate towards you. it caused quite the commotion. after you broke up, you decided to be private about it. keep your feelings to yourself-- and your best friend who came over with ice cream every night for 15 straight days-- and quietly carried the burden of the relationship you devoted an entire year of your life to. he started going to therapy, as per your advice, and started being nicer to his fanbase. all of it was forced by his management team to stop the bad press he was getting left and right, and it worked. the world stopped fighting against him, and he turned into a rock god. beloved by people all around the planet. he turns up at hospitals every couple of weeks to hang out with his fans there in order to make himself look good-- he won't do it if there's no press--, he started donating to charities, advocating for climate change (and by advocating, he was just reposting shit on his social media. hey, at least he's using his platform!), etc. the world treated him like an angel. you're not so sure that's true, though. you knew him for three years despite only dating for one, and you know rintarou like the back of your hand. if he's an angel, he's lucifer on a redemption arc. rintarou suna is the most cunning, machiavellian, cryptic, self-motivated, vicious man you've ever known. every girl he's seen with in public-- and it's a new one every week-- all have reputations for being "smart," yet all of them clearly neglect intuition if they're dating somebody like him. he's called you drunk a couple times since the breakup, whenever he gets insecure, and always ends the voicemail by pouting about how you don't love him and then some girl is pictured half naked leaving his house the next morning. he just runs to whoever's convenient. it's like he doesn't remember that night when he said it was you and him for life, because now he's kind of acting like you died. he stopped reaching out, moved on with his life after a week or two, and when he gets asked about your breakup in interviews he just furrows his eyebrows and says: "i'm sorry, who?" it's like he doesn't even feel remorseful. does he really regret nothing? maybe he doesn't think he hurt you. he wrote one song about the breakup, ending with the closing line: "wish you the best," so maybe he thinks that's his apology and you've forgiven him. maybe you were only the next one of his victims to take his love songs as a promise. you really just feel sorry for whatever girl he chooses to take advantage of next, because when she breaks he won't come back to pick up the pieces.

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[selarina]

Out of Style

-> Suna Rintaro x Fem!Reader

Chapter 1: The Night of the Party

Summary: At a band's afterparty, the protagonist's protective instincts kick in when their younger sister encounters Suna Rintaro, the band's guitarist.

Content Warnings: celebrity au, rockstar!suna rintaro, actress!reader, reader has a sister, afterparty scene, alcohol, implied/referenced drug use, fluff, tension, eventual smut

Word Count: 2.9k words

Author's Note: Yes, the title is from Taylor Swift's 1989. Anyway, @renardiererin asked and I had to deliver <3

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Your eyes take in the scene, a bunch of people sprawled on the couch, empty bottles of alcohol lined up on a pool table, and said pool table is adjoined to a torn net. You see a couple on the verge of getting to places you didn’t necessarily want to witness alongside your sister so you decide that going upstairs might be more than ideal, especially for your sister. You might even meet a bunch of people on the balcony above where you can find sober people to talk to.

Your sister is due to go college in a few months and this scene isn't exactly one she is familiar with. You decide that this scene is alarmingly akin to a college party, except you’re all wearing fancier branded clothing this time.

You look up towards the stairs leading into a calmer environment and upon getting a closer look, you smile. You can't help but notice the high chandelier that looks rather misplaced in the center of this scene, but again so does most of the modern decor clashing oddly against the inherent gothic features of the house.

The two of you find yourselves a drink first. You settle for orange juice, since you’re tired enough today as is. Plus, you’re with your sister this time. She doesn’t usually accompany you to these parties, and honestly, you don’t either, not if you don’t already know a person or two who are sure to be attending. That way you can piggyback off them, using them as a social lubricant.

“I’ll be back,” you tell your sister since you want to pee, and you swivel through the crowd. A few of them recognize you, and you have to stop to greet them. You keep it briefly because you still really want to pee.

While you're washing your hands, you hear a distant sound of commotion. You can't tell what’s happening, but you decide it's better to hurry up than leave your sister to witness whatever may be taking place, all alone.

You're not usually this on edge or this protective, even if your sister suggests otherwise. But, you only brought her here to attend some band's album launch afterparty because she begged and begged and begged, and so you relented like you always do. And it's her birthday, you think. Who would you be if you didn't make your sister happy on her birthday?

You sigh, discarding the tissue as you walk outside.

The people have gotten relatively quieter since the two of you walked in. The crowd seems to be more populated towards the secluded area from earlier that seemed to have a bunch of trophies of some sort on a shelf.

You cinch your brows, not wanting to stay down any longer as you start searching for your sister.

"I'm so sorry!" You hear, and you immediately swivel your head towards your sister's voice, heavily concerned about it coming from the center of the crowd.

It takes you all of 5 seconds to move through the bodies before you take in the scene.

She's holding her cup, and a man, who upon a second look seems to be the guitarist from the band, staring down at his shirt. His wet shirt.

You hold your breath, and you talk yourself up in all of the two seconds you have — that you will defend her, that you will fight off the urge to quiver before this man, whoever and however powerful of a connection he might be, that you can go home and have your sister's cake and sleep in your comfy bed if you feel like crying. It's okay.

But all of it crumbles to the ground, the moment he looks up, and he smiles like he's forcing himself to, a clear distaste for the way the wet t-shirt sits on him is visible on his face, the way it frowns ever so slightly. The way his eyes blink a bit too quickly for it to be natural.

"It's alright, don't worry about it," he says, saving his hand off as a gesture for everyone to leave.

"It's not okay, that costs a lot." A lady who was standing right behind him walks in between your sister and him.

It urges you to stand by your sister's side, who upon your arrival, immediately reaches for your hand, almost out of instinct she squeezes.

She's scared, so you're not, you decide.

"We'll pay you back," you speak up, firm but neutral. You won't back down and defend her but there's no need for you to be hostile yet.

"You won't be able to afford this sweetie," she turns her attention to you, her eyes moving up and down your body, in a way that's supposed to demean you but you feel anything but demeaned. Just a bit amused, really.

"Oh! Then I'm sure you guys can manage to pay for this yourself. Apologies for having the drink on you in the first place but we'll be leaving now," you say, and you can admit that the smile on your face is meant to be anything but sweet, cordial at best.

"And if you change your mind, feel free to let my manager know," you say.

Your assistant, you were not aware she was in this crowd really, but she immediately finds herself beside you.

"Of course, here's my card," she reaches her hand out to the lady, who snivels it away from her hand. You look at your assistant and can't help but be caught off-guard by how unlike herself she looks, her hair is down and strewn about, and her clothes are different, more colorful. You smile, you suppose she's more her now than she will ever be around you.

You can understand her frustration really, you would be a bit put off if the clothes you are wearing were something you had to pay for. You only mean that you would never actively wear what you are wearing today, but in all honesty, anyone here can pay for that t-shirt without even breaking a single sweat.

"Oh, you will be hearing from m—" the lady starts, but is stopped when the man puts his hand on her shoulder and puts himself in front of her.

"There's no need. This is my house, I can literally change upstairs." He says he's not smiling but you feel a sense of kindness from him, even if he's modeled to look like the antithesis of it. Or perhaps, you’re just judgemental. "Guys, go back to drinking, or… fucking apparently," he eyes the couple who's part of the crowd, seemingly to view what's happening, but also entirely too invested in each other mouths for that to be true.

And at that, the crowd dissipates. You're about to leave too, before you feel the urge to thank him.

You turn to him, "Thanks," you muster up.

"Thank you so much, and once again, I'm so sorry. I didn't know it was expensive," your sister says, sincerely.

"Don't worry about it. Was my fault anyway," he says as he quirks his lips up in what could only classify as a half-smile but you feel that it, whatever it is, is genuine before your eyes flit up to his face. in all fairness, he — he's really beautiful.

He's got good bone structure, you conclude.

You smile, and he looks at you this time.

"Hi, I'm Suna Rintaro,” he says. “I like your movies," he says, and you smile a bit too visibly harder at that. He almost sounds a bit too much like a sincere fan, but all people in this industry are actors, off and on screen, so you gauge this out as you usually do.

"What's your favorite one?" you say, and he frowns. You knew it. A cocksure smile can’t help but sit on your face.

"The one where you kill a group of men," he says.

Your eyes widen, "Hm, that doesn't narrow things down." You laugh, "But wow, you sound like a decent fan. Want my autograph?"

"Maybe just your phone number for today?" He's quick, and you realize it's only been a short exchange but he's standing really, really close to you. His eyes are narrowed down at you, so intently, and it makes you want to look away, but you peer back at him, focusing on the yellow in his eyes as you talk yourself into not looking away. There’s a soft tinge of gray in his eyes, and you think you can only see that because you’re so close to him. You can’t help but think he resembles a predator, strikingly similar to a cat. A pretty one, regardless.

"Maybe… I'll give you my Instagram for today," you say.

"I could live with that.” A compromise and a soft smirk on his face.

"Also…" your sister's voice comes from behind you, and it comes off soft and meek. You feel embarrassed, you forgot she was there for a moment. You look at her and she looks back at you, as though she's asking for something. Your eyes widen, and it strikes you.

"Oh! Yes. Um — In the interest of being transparent, I'm here for her really," you pull her from behind you so she's standing right next to you.

"And I think she'd really appreciate a picture with you. Only if that’s okay with you?" You don't want to push it, even as much as you love your sister. There are days when taking a picture with a fan makes you want to pull your hair out and run naked across the city's most paparazzi-invested zones.

"I don't mind. If you wait for a few minutes, I can get the rest of the band actually," your eyes flit to your sister's face, and it's gleaming so bright, you’re afraid they’re going to pop right out of her head.

You smile. "That would be great," you say before he takes off, his hands fiddling with his top.

You bring your hand in front of your sister's face, giggling, "Hello, I'd like my sister back. Could you please un-possess her for a quick minute?"

"This… is going to be the best birthday ever," she says. "I can't wait to tell Allie about this," she quickly pulls out her phone.

"Am I the best sister in the world or what?" you sigh, feigning tiredness, feeling anything but when your sister’s this excited.

"Yeah," she says, a hint of realness, although you presume she's more preoccupied with processing what just happened. "Thank you for today," she says, her hands coming to engulf you in a tight hug.

You pat her head, "Aw, you love me so much," and at that she backs away, scowling.

"Ruined the moment," she deadpans, sticking her tongue out, and right before you know it she's standing with the band.

Suna's wearing a different top this time and Atsumu brings his hand up, to hold her shoulder, and you think your sister looks constipated almost. So still.

You take a few pictures for her before you pocket your phone, walking over. "Thank you for this," you say. "I forgot to introduce myself, I'm—"

"The very pretty actress who kills men," Atsumu Miya swoops himself in front of you, and his hand is already taking yours to leave a kiss on it. Odd, you think. You didn't realise that was your reputation, despite all the recent influx of love interest roles.

"Charmed," he says, making sure to embellish it with a cocksure smirk.

You smile, a bit less genuinely than you have all evening. "Nice to meet you, Atsumu."

"Ouch, sweetheart," Suna walks towards the two of you, his hand coming up to his chest to feign hurt. "You know his name and not mine?"

"Well, h-he's more — reputed? I've heard about you before is all."

You look towards Atsumu. The onslaught of people in his dating history, the drug cases (even if it's just weed), and the obnoxious energy he radiates are enough for him to make some headlines that even you could catch.

"Only good things I hope," he says with a smile.

Definitely not, you want to respond but instead, you just smile back at him.

"We should get going," you say and that's all it takes for the band to disperse, you're sure they were told to form connections today as much as they could, even if they are a pretty popular band. Events like this are meant for that.

"Of course, I'll drop you out," Suna adds.

—

"It was nice having you," he says. His eyes leave your face to see your sister, "And you especially, ma'am."

Your sister smiles, a bit shy this time, "Thank you," she says.

His eyes find yours, and you look away. "Nice interior," you say, not knowing what else to say. You turn back to him again.

His eyes narrow and his head tilts in confusion, “Oh, most of the stuff in there is not really mine. Just recently bought the house," he says. "With the decor and stuff," he adds like he's aware that your odd comment was a consequence of odd interior choices.

"That explains a lot," you say. You feel odd, you didn't really know him before today either but you thought your observations could fill in the gaps to make up a person, but maybe not all the time.

The three of you wait in silence, a soft wind blows and it's enough to send a chill up your spine.

"Cold?" he asks, and you think he's talking to you. You’re ready to answer no because you know how this goes, he asks for the hoodie, you meet him again and really, you didn’t want to fall for the oldest trick in the book. But when you turn to look at him, you see that he's asking your sister. And at that, you smile.

She loops her hand through his jacket, her hands engulfed by his long sleeves. She thanks him, and he merely brushes it off, his eyes focused on the waterfall adjacent to where you stand.

His eyes looking at yours after a few moments, "I can get another jacket from upstairs if you can wait," he says.

"Nah, the car should be here soon. I'll manage," you say, and talk of the devil, and the devil arrives. Your car swoops through in front of the three of you, and before your driver could even rush out to open the door, Suna steps in. He opens the door, and your sister ducks into the car almost immediately. Maybe she felt colder than you thought.

"Thank you again," you say. "And congratulations on the album."

As the car door closes, Suna gives you a nod and a small smile.

He closes the door, but you press down to open the window. "It was nice meeting you both. Have a safe ride home," he says.

Your car revved before it takes off.

"He's not my favourite from the band, but he's so cool! I want his eyes," she gushes, almost morbidly. Your eyes widen before you break into laughter as you send her the pictures you took of them together.

"I can't wait to post this on my Instagram! You should have taken one too.” She frowns.

Back at home, you take a hot shower, carding through your hair, as you gently massage your scalp. The sole of your feet hurt as you stand, and you think maybe you would have chosen a different pair of heels for tonight. Not that you really had that much of a choice.

You walk to the kitchen, turning the dim yellow light on. You preferred having dimmer lights on in the evening or night, everything else was too bright, and it leaves you unmoving on the couch, as you fall into slumber.

You pull out two plates and two spoons.

Walking over to the fridge, you bring out the small pink box that sits on the top shelf, carefully pulling out the box so that the accompanying items don't fall out of the shelf.

You place it on the kitchen counter before you go to your sister's room.

Your sister's face front on her pillow, and she seems asleep.

You call out to her.

Nothing.

You turn the lights off after tucking her in.

Walking to the kitchen, you put on some cake, and walk to the living room.

Your hands, almost of their own volition, pull out Suna Rintaro's Instagram. It seems to be handled by him rather than his management by the looks of it. It's not as curated as yours.

Just as you're going through his photos, one that's entirely curated to be enticing, his hands on an untagged woman as your eyes flicker down to the caption.

Promotional photos for a music video.

Something urges you to watch the music video, it's a fairly common music video but leaning more on the provocative side, everyone's half-naked, and comfortable in their own skin.

But your eyes draw towards Suna and the untagged woman from earlier, as she tugs at the chain around his neck as he's looking up at her with something so fabricated, yet so primal and fascinating, to say the very least. Something in you twinges just a bit.

It's been less than a second since you're reeling but you hear the Ping!

suna_rintaro: it was veil of vendetta btw suna_rintaro: the movie of yours i liked suna_rintaro: rewatched it last night

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[idlerin]

YOU'VE GOT A HOLD OF ME

guitarist!suna rintarou x assistant!f!reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | extra

the ikarus incident (band au)

+ word count: 1.3k

being the personal assistant of the lead guitarist of one of the biggest bands in the country was no joke.

SUNA RINTAROU being the lead guitarist of one of the biggest bands in the country was no joke, speaking as said lead guitarist's personal assistant. You’re the one who gets dumped all his fan mails, regular mail, and gets bombarded with endless phone calls. You also manage his social media accounts and make sure he doesn't ruin his reputation, at least not too much (you urge him to get a social media manager, he waves off your idea, saying, “Do I need to? You’re managing it well enough”, some days you just want to strangle him).

As of now, you were residing in a hotel– in one of the big fancy rooms reserved for the acts at the band's next performance at this music festival, recounting to him his schedule for the evening, "Right after this we have a meeting with the manager,” you read off of your planner and glance at Suna whose face turned sour, directing his glare on you, “Don’t look at me like that, it's a meeting with the whole band."

Suna Rintarou did not rest the glare.

You glance at your watch to check the time, "You still have over an hour till you're going to the site. During this time, I suggest messaging your sister and asking her how she’s doing. She's been reaching out to me saying you won’t answer her calls and that she is worried about your well being.”

Suna scoffs, “And you believe her?” his sister wasn’t really one of his favorite people since… ever, nor was she yours, from the three times you’ve interacted with her.

“Of course not, but I’d rather she stop bothering me,” you shrug, flipping your notebook to check Suna’s schedule for the following week.

Which included an advertisement shoot and a recording session with the band for their upcoming album. It wasn’t as packed as the other days, which meant you could go home early (you were excited, it’s criminal how you’re excited). Maybe go grocery shopping, you were running low on food in your apartment, which reminded you to check Suna’s refrigerator, it was most probably also empty. You don’t get paid enough for this.

"It still wows me how efficient you are, [name], more importantly, it amazes me how you’ve dealt with Suna’s awful personality for over a year now! No assistant has ever lasted him even 8 months, where the hell did he find you?" Miya Atsumu, the drummer, chitchats as he leaned back on the couch while someone was putting on his makeup.

“Says the one whose last assistant left the country,” Suna retorts, not even looking at Atsumu, just scrolling through his phone.

“That was years ago! And I let Yumi go abroad because she had better opportunities there. I am assistantless of my own free will! So, where did you meet [name]? You guys never told us,” Atsumu counters.

Both you and Suna ignore him as you go over your personal checklist and Suna just couldn’t find it in him to care enough to reply.

“It’s such a great conversation we’re having,” Atsumu says sarcastically, “Can you believe them? They’re both so rude,” He says to the person touching up his make-up.

“What’s happening?” Akaashi Keiji, the lead vocalist, who was talking with the other staff just a few moments earlier, joined in on the conversation, “And where’s Sakusa?” pertaining to the bassist, Sakusa Kiyoomi.

“He’s running late, says he got caught up in a family emergency, but he’ll be here in 10 minutes. Rika texted me just now,” you answer, Sakusa Rika was Sakusa’s PA and cousin.

“I’m really reconsidering getting a new PA, what do you guys think?” Atsumu interrupts once again. “How do you guys even recommend finding one, like seriously, I just found Yumi because my brother recommended her to me but I want to take a different approach this time.”

You get a flashback to the first time you met Suna, you were running late to a meet up with your parents, just got out of your shift at a local coffee shop, a coffee in hand and clutching a bunch of papers to your chest. Wasn’t really one of the brightest things you’ve ever done. The next thing you knew, you were crashing into a body and spilling your hot coffee on a total stranger. Then instead of getting furious the stranger says, “Hm, I have a job offer for you.”

Like a total nutjob!

“Huh?” you were dumbfounded (for clearly obvious reasons), you just spilled coffee on a stranger and he was talking about jobs. All sorts of crazy in the streets these days.

“I need a personal assistant. My name’s Suna Rintarou,” then he gives you a card and he walks away with a single wave goodbye. It took one look at the name on his card and one google search to find out you ran into one of the most famous figures in the country. Said celebrity was walking in the streets? Alone? You didn’t actually think the cap and sunglasses disguise worked in real life.

“I spotted [name] on the streets, I guess I got lucky,” Suna finally answers, standing from his seat to test his guitar out– like he wasn’t just playing hiring-the-first-person-he-sees back then. You need to tighten his security. 

You shake your head as you close your notebook and clutch it to your chest. He did somehow get lucky that he bumped into you out of all the people out there in the world, you were great at your job after all. You don’t know why you didn’t immediately put him in the weirdo category the first time you met him and just threw away his business card. You’re a little glad your curiosity got the best of you. It helps that he pays really well.

"That easy? Can you give her to me then? manage my life instead, [name]," Atsumu jokes and winks at you as your lips quirked up to an almost smile.

"Fuck off and find your own PA," Suna gives him the middle finger, "[name] tell him to fuck off."

"Don’t be childish,” you scold, “Also, it depends, how much are you willing to pay me?” you play in on the joke. Suna Rintarou was not amused.

“How much does Suna pay you?” Atsumu smirks, you guess he found it amusing to play around instead of preparing for the show.

You shrug in replace of a proper answer. In all honesty, being Suna’s PA wasn’t that bad. The salary was good. You’ve already established a comfortable dynamic with Suna. You actually liked working for him, even if he is so much more work than the job description said, and it took you months to learn his habits and likes and dislikes. He frustrates you a lot too. Despite this, as much as you’d hate to admit it, you have a soft spot for him.

“Sorry for being late,” Sakusa walks in and straight to a seat where people immediately assist him.

“It’s fine, we still have an hour,” Akaashi calmly says while working on his lyric book.

You take a glance at Suna who is now silently tuning his guitar, you walk towards him and stand beside the couch he’s sitting on. Watching his slender fingers slide on one of his beautiful guitars (that’s probably worth millions).

“What are you doing here? You should go to your new employer,” Suna nudged his head to Atsumu’s direction who forgot about the earlier conversation and was now flirting with one of the newly hired staff. These poor girls, you need to figure out a way to warn them next time.

You roll your eyes at Suna, “I know you’re not actually upset.”

He stops fiddling around with the guitar and looks up at you, “Yeah, cause I know you’d never replace me with someone as unbearable as ‘tsumu.”

“Like you’re not as equally unbearable?” you raise a brow at him.

“The difference is, you like me too much, [name]” you feel as if a vein popped on your forehead, here comes the frustrating part, he was so cocky!

“And you’re so sure of that Rin, how?” you scowl at him.

“Well, for one, you’ve stuck with me for almost 2 years now and you haven’t completely lost your mind yet,” he gave you a little smile and at that moment he was almost cute. Just almost. He still has that cocky look in his eyes that made him unbelievably irritating.

“I’m glad you’re self aware,” you also smile a little at him. You caught his eyes and let yourself get lost in them a little bit.

Then you snap out of it.

You clear your throat, “I-I’ll go talk to your manager,” you turn around and quickly walk to the door to get out.

You remind yourself to build up more boundaries.

notes — no this is not connected to rings that dont fit sakusa rlly just had a fam issue.. and yes the band members r kinda random but i think they’d fit well together ehe hope you guys would enjoy this im making it three parts! (and i said it would be a quick fic 🤡)

also, i keep alternating between making the paragraphs start with a capital letter and a small letter (purely for aesthetic purposes) right now ive settled w capital letter first for fics and small letters for stuff like scenarios but it looks so inconsistent! what do u guys think

#— headfirst. #— theikarusincident. #— fics. #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader fluff #haikyuu #suna rintarou #haikyuu fluff #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou x you #hq x reader #haikyuu suna rintarou #suna rintarou fluff #perhaps may have slight angst #suna x reader #rintarou x reader #band au #haikyuu band au #guitarist suna #personal assistant

[kitasgloves]

"R U Mine?"

event masterlist

— ♬ "And I can't help myself. All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"

— ♬ Atsumu x Reader, timeskip, SFW, fluff, fem reader, rockstar au, vocalist! guitarist! atsumu, no beta just me being down bad for rockstar tsumu

His honey-brown eyes always find your figure in the crowd so it becomes natural to seek you. The color of your hair, the shimmer in your eyes, the tint of your lips, and the shape of your silhouette invaded Atsumu Miya's mind daily. Being labeled by the media as 'the hottest modern rockstar' meant he was granted opportunities. Nonstop concerts and gigs, exclusive interviews and meet and greets, and overflowing awards. Atsumu was exposed to meeting people left and right, he was accustomed to forgetting their faces at the end of the day. However, he finds it impossible to forget you.

You're nothing but a friend of a friend, a pretty girl with a pretty name. You attended most of his band's concerts, he knows because he manages to spot you in the crowd every time. You have a particular effect on him. Whenever you're in Atsumu's line of vision, his nerves get all tied up into one knot, his chest doing odd flutters and his tummy performing foreign flips. You tend to bring the best out of him during concerts because his performance enhances every time he sees you watching him from the crowd. Yet you're capable of weakening him so much so that he feels like a puppet on a string.

Atsumu had met you once in a small gathering exclusive to all his friends. You were the band's rhythm guitarist's childhood friend. How could he forget you trailing behind Suna Rintaro with an excited grin on your lips when he formally introduced you to him? Especially when you gushed about how fantastic he was as a musician and singer before begging him for an autograph. Since then, you have never left, not even once, Atsumu's mind.

He lazily sits back on the velvet chair as the interviewer rambles out questions to him and his band members about their upcoming new album and world tour. Blah blah blah, it goes over Atsumu's head. He's going crazy because here isn't where he wants to be. And satisfaction feels like a distant memory. He could have all the applause, awards, and riches in the world but it will never make him content. Not when you're not beside him, not when you're not his.

The green look of envy never suited Atsumu, especially when it was evident. It wasn't easy to not glare at Suna when you're always running up to him first. Granted, you two were childhood friends, but it's not like there weren't better options for you such as himself. You had the privilege to be friends with the band but it's unfair that you and he weren't getting closer after being given opportunities. 

"Yer glarin' at Suna again"

Atsumu blows out a raspberry and walks off to busy himself with his guitar. The band's drummer, Aran Oijiro, shakes his head with slight amusement. Atsumu could cool off and write a song about how he and you should be misbehaving for days and losing track of time and space. And how you're a silver lining climbing on his desire. He gets often teased by his bandmates on how the songs he's been writing are obvious confessions to you. They could fuck off for all he cares.

"Oi, Miya, the show is in ten minutes"

Sakusa Kiyoomi, their bassist, rolled his eyes at Atsumu when the blonde was frantically fixing himself in the mirror for the nth time.

"I know! I know! Don't rush me, Omi"

"It's not like she's gonna be there"

"Oh, she will"

Atsumu smirked and Sakusa only scowls at him and leaves him in the dressing room. And he was right, there you were in the front row watching his band play. God, every time you cheered and screamed the lyrics along with him, Atsumu's voice wavered. His knees were growing mellow and he's been hitting the wrong chords more than once now. His bandmates were sending him looks, probably wondering what has gotten him to fuck up a few of the songs in a row.

Sweat poured all over his body as heat burned further in his belly. Atsumu gulped, he knew his desire for you was getting out of hand. You had him chasing after you for ages, you're cruel for letting him live only on the thrill of the chase. He wanted you. He needed you. Atsumu just wanted to hear you say 'Are you mine?'.

After the show, the blonde hurries backstage and ignores the concerned calling of his bandmates. He knows he wasn't at his peak during the show but he couldn't give a fuck. Atsumu waits at the door, he patiently waits for you to knock and enter. A grin splits on his face when he hears your familiar knocking on the backstage door. All his bandmates were most likely in the dressing room so he was the one who answered.

"Hey Rinta-oh. Atsumu?"

You stood there bewildered by the figure towering over you by the door. Atsumu chuckles lowly as he pulls you by the hip inside and swiftly shuts the door. He leans over you while you're pressed against the wall.

"Uh, are you okay, Atsumu?"

"Hm? I've been better, sweetheart"

"Are you sure? Because back on stage you seem...off"

"Oh, yer gettin' concerned 'bout me?"

There was an instant blush rising on your cheeks that drew out a laugh from the blonde. You glare up at him when he teases you with a smirk.

"I doubt the world isn't concerned about the world's hottest modern rockstar"

"Yeah, but it isn't every day that I get a pretty girl telling me she's concerned 'bout me"

"...What are you on about, Atsumu?"

You raised a brow and crossed your arms. That's when Atsumu hastily takes your arm and leads you to the nearest restroom. You gasp when he presses you against the locked door before inching his face close to yours.

"Ya know, I've had it with ya, [Name]"

"What the hell did I do to you?"

"A million things but stealin' my heart is one of 'em"

There was a pregnant pause as you gazed up at him, flabbergasted. You blink at him, batting your eyelashes as if feigning innocence and it was enough to make restraint snap within Atsumu.

"I thought...I thought you were just playing"

"You have no idea how badly I wanna make ya mine, [Name]"

"Atsumu..."

The space closes between you and him as you grab him by the fabric of his shirt while one of his hands plays around your waistline as the other grabs your chin. Atsumu's face leans forward to the point his breath tickles your face.

"Well, are you mine, [Name]?"

He asks and the answer you grant him is capturing his lips with your own, starting a fiery dance of clashing emotions. Both of your lips caught in a passionate kiss with hands clumsily exploring each other's bodies. Without even an hour, clothes were being desperately pulled off each other's bodies, and nails digging into each other's skin. 

"You got me, baby"

That was your reply and it drove Atsumu to madness. Breathless moans were exchanged as heat engulfed both you and Atsumu. His teeth mark your skin, your nails clawing his back, and the unwavering eye contact from the two of you. Bless the unfortunate soul who approaches the restroom to hear an obnoxious banging on the other side of the door and labored panting.

After that fiasco, Atsumu was happy to announce his official relationship with you to his band. He's met with several 'Damn, finally' from most of them, Suna appeared the most relieved saying 'Took you two long enough, it was painful to watch you two act like idiots' or whatever that meant. Every musician has their muse, and you were his muse. You brought meaning to every song he wrote and played on stage. You were the inspiration for his success. And most importantly, you were his. Of course, Atsumu was yours too. Not just for tonight or tomorrow. But for the rest of each other's lives.

©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)

#— ♬ ©kitasgloves #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #Spotify

[rriinnnie]

reach you | suna rintaro x reader

bandau!guitarist! suna rintaro x singer!reader

˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚ ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚ ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚ ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚ ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚ ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧

PROLOGUE

it’s in the middle of december when sixteen year old y/n encounters the nineteen years old suna rintarou for the first time. Two orphans who decide to start a band and eventually bond like family to overcome the shitty world they live in. As years goes by they come to the conclusion that they can’t live without one another anymore as they become one thing together - inseparable - to the point where it is too toxic.

However it seems like destiny has different plans for them as they have to saparate ways in order to achieve their dreams and goals.

Is their love strong enough?

Two hot headed people who face each other again after long 4 years. Now y/n is 20 and Rintaro, who is now 23, is the famous and handsome guitarist of NoMemories.

“Rin is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of - I am sure of one thing - his and mine are the same”

WARNINGS: smoking, use of drugs, swearing, toxic relationship, nsfw, sex, vulgar and strong language, rehab, addiction, anxiety, mental illness, depression

AUTHOR’S COMMENT: ATTENTION THIS IS NANA INSPIRED - MOSTLY REN AND NANA’S RELATIONSHIP - CUZ I LOVE IT SO MUCH SO SORRY IF THIS IS TOO SIMILAR TO THE ORIGINAL STORYLINE. BUT I WANTED TO CREATE A SIMILAR STORY WITH SUNARINN CUZ I NEED MORE STORIES OF HIM BEING IN A BAND

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~ CHARACTERS INTRODUCTION ~

y/l/n y/n is the lead vocalist of the popular punk band of Revival. Y/n is a tall/short young woman in her early twenties with long/short c/h hair. Numerous characters have stated Y/N as beautiful.

She’s kind hearted and devoted to her friends. However, after being abandoned by her family, she slowly develops abandonment issues which leads her to become quite selfish towards the people she loves - not wanting them to think about anything but her. She spent her childhood alone - refusing to be sent in an orphanage. Therefore she learns to take care of herself.

Despite insisting that she wants to be independent Y/N often turns to Osamu and mostly Eita for help.

In her teenage years she’s rebellious, intimidating and cold - often addressed as “cold princess” even in present time. This changes when Osamu breaks through her icy exterior and presents her to his childhood friends Rintaro and Eita, both grown into the same orphanage.

When she first lays eyes on Suna Rintaro, she feels mesmerized and captivated not only by his look - especially his bright olive eyes - but because of his talent. Therefore she finds herself accepting the offer to join the band - and this is where their love story begins.

Suna Rintaro is the popular guitarist of NoMemories. Before moving to Tokyo he was previously the guitarist for Revival. Ever since he was a kid he has always being called “the prodigy of music”.

Rintaro was an orphan who was abandoned right after his birth. Subsequently, he stayed at the same orphanage as Eita. After Semi was adopted, Rintaro frequently visited his friend, so much so that his foster mother offered to adopt him, an offer which he refused.

Later, he formed a band, Revival, with Eita as the leader and bassist, himself as guitarist, Osamu as drummer and Y/N as lead vocals. He also fell in love with her. However, despite the band being quite popular, he was offered to join NoMemories, but declined because of Y/N. With Eita convincing him, after a while he then joined Nomemories as their lead guitarist. As he left, he and Y/N tearfully broke up.

Rintaro is very handsome, has dark brown, slightly combed down hair, with few strands sticking out at the top of his head and middle-parted bangs. He has grayish-yellow narrow eyes.

Despite being popular he suffers from anxiety which is why he often relies on drugs to calm down - to the point where he becomes an addict. Eita feels responsible for it as he knew that Suna couldn’t live in this industry especially under people constant judgement and being followed by ossessive fans and paparazzi.

He was able to quit drugs for a few months but fell into the abyss of addiction once again.

Despite Eita, Osamu and his Nomemories’ bandmates awareness about his problem, he keeps Y/N in the dark - not wanting her to have a different view of him.

Semi Eita is the popular leader and bassist of Revival. He handles most of the band's business related matters. He is a long-time friend of Suna Rintaro, with whom he created Revival.

When he was little, both of his parents were killed in a car accident, and was therefore put into the same orphanage as Rintaro.

He is older than the others, and the only one of them who has higher education, so Osamu sometimes teases him by calling him "old man". Ever since he met Y/N, Eita has been an older brother figure for her and sometimes Osamu, and acted as Y/N’s "guardian". While he admits to being in love with her, he baits Rintaro to steal her from him in order to convince him to quit his addiction. However Rintaro says that Eita - since they were kid - has always let him have what ever he wanted - to the point that Semi had to give up on his feelings towards Y/N.

Eita looks after her in place of Rintaro, who can not.

Eita has thick and messy ash blonde hair with dark grey tips. His eyebrows are black, contrasting his hair. His eyes are brown and sharply shaped, and he's often seen with a small scowl on his face. He has a lean but muscular build.

Miya Osamu is the drummer of the popular punk band of Revival and was the only person able to befriend Y/N during high school — with whom he coincidentally began their shared love for punk music.

Osamu is a kind and caring guy, willing to stand up for people he cares for and for what he believes is right. He’s very friendly which is why he has a lot of friends. Especially he enjoys being around people who are different, unique, even strange. He is a curious person, who loves to seek out something new and unusual in the world.

He always cares for Y/N’s well-being and tends to have a sense loyalty towards her - resulting to be the first one to be able to stand most of Y/N's tantrums.

He also highly respects Rintaro and idolizes him - dreaming to be one day as good as him.

However when he discovers that Rintaro’s doing drugs again he feels powerless and scared to lose him.

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EXTRAS:

- NoMemories memeber’s will be revealed soon

- Eita refers to Suna as Rintaro while Osamu calls him Sunarin

- Y/N refers to Suna as Rin

- they often call each other bastard, punk, fucker

- Rintaro loves to tease Y/N and often calls her “princess”

- when Revival reunites in Tokyo they start to look for another guitarist

- Revival’s new guitarist will be revealed soon

˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚ ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚ ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚ ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚ ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚ ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧

#suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #suna rintarō #suna rintaro x y/n #smut #fluff #fypシ゚viral #fyp #for you #miya osamu #miya osamu x reader #semi eita #semi eita x reader #nana #nana osaki #ren honjo #band au #singer au #anime #manga

[sakustars]

HQ!! BOYS WITH AN S/O IN A BAND

sfw; fluff; established relationships; gn!reader; reader is a drummer in lev’s and a guitarist in atsumu’s

ft: suna, hinata, lev, atsumu, yachi, bokuto

you know how small bands often hire photographers so they can post good pictures on social media for publicity? yeah, suna’s got you covered.

this man makes sure he’s right at the front and centre of every one of your gigs, snapping away, somehow managing to get the best angles and lighting every time.

he shares the photos with you afterwards in the greenroom, pulling you onto his lap and pointing out all his favourites — “you look so pretty leaning back like that, you should do it more often”.

you honestly didn’t know how hinata managed to balance his schedule so well — you could have sworn he had volleyball practice that night, but there he was, hopping about in the crowd.

he did have practice that night.

volleyball was super important to him, but so were you, so as soon as practice finished, he packed his bag as fast as possible and gunned it across town, mach twenty. lets just say the ticket guy was confused why a tiny ginger kid, horribly out of breath, was holding his ticket out to him like it was his only salvation.

what can he say, he’s a die hard fan.

having a tall boyfriend has it’s perks — knowing that lev can see you even though you were right at the back of the stage always boosted your motivation to perform well.

every gig he attended, you would make sure to do a little drumstick flip, just because you knew he thought it was the coolest thing in the world.

and not to mention videos — it was so rare for you to get any good ones, but with his height, lev could catch all your awesome moments, albeit you couldn’t really hear the drums over his excited cheering.

atsumu is determined to learn guitar for you — “we could be one of those cute couples on the internet, doin’ duets an’ shit, serious, babe”.

if you buy him a guitar for dummies book for christmas, expect lots of kisses in return, though prepare for even more whining for you to be the one to teach him.

love love loves when you sit him down to plaster cute hello kitty band aids over the blisters forming on his finger tips, gazing up at you with heart eyes as you scold him — “this could affect your setting you know?” — but you are touched that he would do this all for you.

you don’t need to provide free tickets for yachi — she works part time at the venue your band frequently performs at.

imagine her serving people drinks at the bar, occasionally throwing them off guard as she suddenly yells “yeah baby!” when your solo starts.

almost faints when you blow her a kiss from all the way over on stage, and a fellow coworker has to start fanning her with a dishcloth. it’s worth it though, to see the flustered expression on her face.

bokuto is very conflicted at your gigs. on one hand, he desperately wants to jump around and dance to your music. on the other, he’s very aware how big he is, and doesn’t want to accidentally crush someone.

half the time he can’t even pay attention, profusely apologising to the people behind him for blocking their view, despite them reassuring him multiple times that really, it’s okay.

after your gig has finished, he always manages to find you, picking you up and twirling around, showering you with compliments of how wonderful you are, as you blush at the crowd he’s drawing — some fans pulling out there phones to post about how cute their favourite band member is with their boyfriend.

🪐a/n: reblogs, likes and comments r very appreciated <3

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #hq x you #hq hcs #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #hinata x reader #lev x reader #lev haiba x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #yachi x reader #bokuto x reader #hq x reader #hq fics #hq fluff #starfics🪐 #suna x you #hinata x you #lev x you #atsumu x you #yachi x you #bokuto x you

[rishiguro]

HEADCANONS AND SCENARIOS

MULTIPLE FANDOMS

comforting you

GENSHIN IMPACT

genshin characters and the piercing they‘d have

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS

genshin characters when you die in their arms (feat. kaeya, alhaitham, childe, ayato, heizou)

A. KAEYA

guitarist!kaeya

ALHAITHAM

academic rival!alhaitham

K. AYATO

husband!ayato

HAIKYUU!!

haikyuu boys and random things they do

haikyuu characters as cliché characters in a horror movie

how haikyuu boys sleep with you

haikyuu boys when you fall asleep on them

haikyuu characters as alice in borderland characters

the songs haikyuu boys dance with you to in the kitchen

haikyuu characters and the funny insults they’d use

comforting things the haikyuu characters say

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS

haikyuu boys when you catch them cheating on you (feat. matsukawa, sakusa, osamu, sugawara, yamaguchi)

haikyuu boys when they walk in on you crying (feat. akaashi, hinata, iwaizumi, kageyama, suna)

haikyuu boys and why it’s hard to date them (feat. akaashi, iwaizumi, kenma, suna, tsukishima)

haikyuu characters when you flinch around them (feat. bokuto, kuroo, kageyama, daichi, suna)

haikyuu boys when they throw their wedding ring (feat. bokuto, kuroo, atsumu, suna, ushijima)

haikyuu characters and how they break your heart (feat. oikawa, sugawara, atsumu, ushijima, kita)

haikyuu characters when you’re sick (feat. suna, ushijima, kita, hinata, kuroo)

A. KEIJI

reading with akaashi

K. TAICHI

boyfriend!kawanishi

S. KIYOOMI

finding an old photo album after you broke up

S. RINTAROU

soon to be dad!suna

ex boyfriend!suna

watching horror movies with suna

dad!suna

he comforts you after a bad day at work

JUJUTSU KAISEN

jjk characters when getting a tattoo

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS

jjk adults when you‘re sick (feat. toji, gojo, geto, nanami, shoko)

jjk characters when they throw their wedding ring (feat. toji, gojo, geto, nanami, shoko)

jjk characters and the type of child care worker they would be (feat. yuuji, toji, nanami, yuuta, gojo)

F. TOJI

boyfriend!toji

basking in the afterglow with toji

ghostface!toji

suddenly hugging you

G. SATORU

boyfriend!gojo

dad!gojo

N. KENTO

ex husband!nanami

sitting on the balcony with nanami

MY HERO ACADEMIA

T. TOUYA/DABI

boyfriend!dabi

sitting on a rooftop with dabi

ex boyfriend!dabi

©rishiguro 2022. do not copy, translate, share.

#rishiguro. #mlist. #₊❏❜ ⋮myheroacademia #₊❏❜ ⋮genshin #₊❏❜ ⋮jujutsukaisen #₊❏❜ ⋮haikyuu

[emissaire]

welcome to college! - toman x reader x bonten

꒰꒰. CHAPTER: 001 - mitsuya's aunt, hallelujah

꒰꒰. SPECIFIC TAGS: mature language

➥ MASTERLIST

mitsuya's aunt, mrs. sasaki, is a part of the school's faculty. she's a department head, hence she's quite influential in the school which helped the boys in entering the university

every year, there's a competition in your school called "battle of the bands". since sterling won last year, you're chosen to perform every monday morning service

kunimi is a spoiled brat (according to user @/sunarin)

suna's sense of humor is as dry as the sahara desert (according to user @/akikunimi)

semi eita is the hottest lead guitarist in the world (according to user @/seita_3)

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꒰꒰. SYNOPSIS: mitsuya jokingly invited his friends to attend a christian university together, saying they should change the way they live. since his friends are a bunch of crackheads, they went along with it, expecting long years of chaos in college. then you came along, the pretty girl who leads the chapel services every monday morning with a heavenly voice.

꒰꒰. TAGLIST: @wayenn @bontensbabygirl @ricecake234 @lylovw

[ comment/send an ask if you wish to be added! ♡ ]

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work of emissaire, 2023 - plagiarism is a crime

#— tr work: wtc ✨ #livre: amaryllis #tokyo revengers smau #tokyo revengers #tokrev smau #tokrev x reader #ran haitani x reader #mitsuya takashi x reader #kazutora hanemiya x reader #ken ryuuguji x reader #chifuyu matsuno #baji keisuke #sano manjiro #rindou haitani x reader #rindou haitani