BREAK UP WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND. Oliver Aiku X F!reader

⌗ — 𝓘𝑵𝑺𝑼𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 ౨ৎ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ATSUMU MIYA, msby jackals.

♬ phone ain't got no service this 3G is fucking worthless / day is getting dark like the area's turning urban / you'll be fucking nervous like me inside of a church is / but, i'ma get in contact regardless, and / i hope you answer.

SYN ⨾ down on your luck and fresh out of your second year of university, alisa recommends you for a new job; manager and social media woman for the MSBY jackals. you don’t know anything about volleyball, but a paycheck is a paycheck and this one is accompanied by enough zero’s for your liking.

CON-WARN ⨾ msby!atsumu miya. bickering. profanity. enemies-ish to lovers. flirty!atsumu miya. smau. socmed manager/gen manager!reader.

CHAT LOGS .ᐟ 〔 character introductions 〕

you ┊ messy notes scrawled in a worn notebook. straw-berries and freshly baked cinnamon rolls. multiple hair ties on her wrist. overwhelmed. ⤷ sisterhood of the traveling pants. <- tba

a. miya ┊ soft hair. carefree grins and unbothered laughter. large, worn-out hoodies. rays of sun seeping in through sheer curtains. perfectionist. ⤷ MSBY jackasses. <- tba

INSTAGRAM ARCHIVES .ᐟ 〔 masterlist 〕

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I think this is cute

It all started with a ring. A simple, band of silver wrapped around Tsukishima’s left ring finger. It wasn’t flashy but it looked particularly new.

His coworkers, Kento and Ran, at Sendai City Museum noticed it immediately, especially when he had to take it off to clean pieces or when he needed to wash his hands.

“Did you see it?” one whispered, leaning against the coffee machine.

“Of course I saw it. How could I not?” another one murmured back, eyes moving towards the tall figure of Tsukishima, who was typing something on his computer.

None of them dared to ask. They all knew Tsukishima well enough to understand prying would get them nowhere.

Why was he wearing a ring? He never wore jewelry, so that initial theory was quickly debunked. Family heirloom? Could be, but still, it looked pretty new and he wouldn’t wear it. Then of course, the most obvious: marriage.

But, to who? Not even one of his workmates knew that he was in a relationship!

Their best bet was to observe him in his natural habitat— the museum. Maybe they could catch a glimpse of his lock screen or some text message received from a significant other. But nothing.

Until a group of students came to visit the fossils exhibit. Tsukishima was always the one who prepared and guided the students around the exhibit and gift shop, but today, he was accompanied by his two coworkers, as new fossils had been added.

“And there is the gift shop. We offer replicas of the fossils and several other objects that you may find interesting.” Tsukishima tells the children and their respective teachers. “We have a more specific area with educational resources for class.”

“Thank you so much, Tsukishima-san.” One of the teachers bows, showing him her respect and gratitude. “We’ll have a look.”

Tsukishima’s gaze lingers on something else for a moment and one of his coworkers notices the direction is going to.

“It’s no problem. If you excuse me, I need to grab something.”

The teachers nod and Tsukishima leaves their side, walking towards the front desk of the gift shop. Kento swats Ran’s arm.

“Look!”

“Kei, you forgot your lunch again.”

Their eyes looked at the shopkeeper, the lovely, bubbly (Y/N).

She stood behind the counter, holding a neatly wrapped bento with a look of fondness. The taller man sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“I didn’t forget it… Just to lazy to carry it…”

“Aha, of course…” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, stepping out from behind the counter, leaving the bento behind for a few seconds. Without any doubt nor hesitation, she reached up to fix Tsukishima’s sweater and lanyard. It looked like she had just done that for years—her touch almost familiar.

“You’re impossible,” she muttered, a smile playing on her lips as she tapped a finger against his chest. A finger wearing an almost similar ring to Tsukishima’s, adorned with a small diamond.

Kento and Ran barely held back their gasps.

This was it. This was her. The mystery wife, the lovely (Y/N) that hang out with them, went to karaoke and went out for drinks on Fridays. How long had they been together? How on Earth did they not notice?

Hiding behind a postcard display, they started murmuring about possible timelines, shivers running throughout their bodies at the haze of Tsukishima’s golden eyes flicking in their direction.

“I can hear you, you know?”

Kento and Ran scattered instantly, but not before hearing (Y/N)’s laughter and noticing the playful little smile on Tsukishima’s face.

toji is such an ass when he’s in public by himself like he had the nastiest stank eye but the moment he’s out with his girlfriend he acts so obedient like haiii yesss i will carry your bags for yewww and his hand is behind your back and sometimes in the back pocket of your jeans or the belt loop part and he would lean down to hear you speak to him and he’d respond with ‘yeah ?’ with a stupid, stupid grin and go wherever you wanna go bc he claims he ‘doesn’t have anything better to do’ but he just likes to be with you and ughhhhh i love him

iwaizumi and suna are socal asians.

saw someones hc being that suna would be a bay area asian and thats so funny to me

ate this up like a last meal

street racer au! with shoyo, set in rio, somewhere near the beach. crowds of people, laughter and exhaust fumes filling the air, portuguese music playing the background from someone’s car. shoyo steps out of his own car, sleek, fancy, probably a bright color, and his eyes immediately land on you. there’s a wide grin on his face, cocky and unshakable. people surround him, clapping him on the back, congratulating him; girls rush to him, fawning and asking for his number—for just one chance. but he’s staring at you. he makes a beeline for you, sweeping you up in his arms and spinning you around. the world fades away, music the only thing you can hear and yadda yadda yadda

later that night, when the lights of the sleepless city have dimmed, all the celebrations have finished, and beer cans have been emptied, street racer!shoyo sits with you in his car. the cool breeze bites his nose and he can hear the subtle crashing of waves in the background. he’s always filled with adrenaline after races, especially one’s he wins, but there’s something about the quiet still of sitting with you— the one he loves— that makes him feel a special type of thrill. basking in the moment, he closes his eyes and tilts his head toward the sky.

you giggle, leaning in to whisper in his ear. your breath tickles his skin and sends goosebumps down his spine.

“why’re you looking up there? im right here.”

he opens his eyes and beams down at you, smile widening, “im thanking the universe for today.”

you plant a kiss to his cheek, grinning as largely as him when you pull away. “yeah, seeing you win was pretty cool.”

he laughs, pulling you in once again. the heat from your body against his is electrifying. his lips move against yours fervently, and he pulls away, panting. catching his breath, he presses his forehead to yours.

it’s not enough, he thinks. however close he can be to you, it’s never enough.

“winning was cool,” he admits, and he can feel the excitement from earlier today rise in his stomach. “but…”

“but?” you echo, your chest rising and falling in tandem with his.

his heart pounds with the same ferocity of the ocean crashing in the distance. it beats louder than the quiet hum of his car.

“but…” he continues, eyes locking with yours, “i wasn’t thanking the universe for the win.”

you tilt your head, pulling away from him. he tries not to react to the loss of feeling.

you laugh softly. “what’s more deserving of thanks than winning a race?”

he pauses, but then, he speaks— uncharacteristically soft, but entirely sure.

“winning you.”

AM i apart of the sigma club

yes only bc i don’t want to fight anymore

me and kageyama core 😍😍

i miss the era when i was freshly getting back into anime again, and i stayed up till 6am for 3 days straight reading an ushijima fan fic that had me SOBBING.

atsumu + venom [spider-man 3]