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summary: your first trip to vegas was supposed to be a fun girls trip that included getting drunk, going to clubs, and even going home with a few strangers. however, that all comes to a halt when you lose your job, get wasted, end up in a strangers bed and now your married? with divorce off the table for a while, how do you two manage being exposed to the public? by continuing with a (now legal) fake marriage of course.
masterlist ll nine ll ten ll eleven
oikawa is a strange man, that you knew as a fact.
but this. this was beyond what you would consider his normal weird. the second he walked into your apartment he claimed he needed your phone for so called "husband reasons". its been three hours since and its still hidden somewhere in the living room. he's constantly watching you, during the movies he tends to keep his eyes more focused on you then the actual tv screen. and he keeps asking if you've been on twitter today, despite telling him you haven't looked at social media all day 16 times already.
"tooru" he snaps his head towards you, his eyes wide, "is everything okay? you seem a bit...off today."
there's a few seconds of silence in which he shifts his body to face you completely and his eyes become focused on the loose threads of the blanket in between you two.
"you've never asked me about my job." you nod, shifting so you can face him as well, "why?"
you tilt your head to the side and shrug, "because i never felt like it was any of my business. you never asked me about mine either."
he sighs, turning to face the television again, "i play volleyball." he leans towards the coffee table and picks up the remote. pressing a few buttons, he pulls up the channels and starts skimming through them.
you laugh, "i know. we talked about your old man knees." he gives you a small smile back before clicking on a sports channel (one neither you or sofia have ever looked at).
"was the movie that boring?" you scrunch up your nose and turn to face the screen just in time to see a recap of tooru oikawa setting the ball to his teammate and scoring the winning point. your tooru oikawa.
on the volleyball team.
the professional one.
playing on the court.
a professional court.
"that's me. im the setter for club atletico san juan, im also on the argentinian national team." you sit silently, your eyes focused on the way tooru moves around the court.
he sighs, rubbing a hand across his face, "i took your phone because someone took photos of us after we got married and there are a ton of rumors flying around. some are supportive but there are a lot of comments directed at you that are disgusting and i didn't want you to see them." he drops his head, a frown etched onto his face.
you decide to pull your attention away from the screen and back to him, finally breaking your silence, "oh thank god, that's it? i had some weird theories about your job, but volleyball player isn't that bad. its kinda cool." you watch his head snap up to look at you, "it also explains some things. whatever it is, ill fully support you tooru." you sink back into the couch, "and some weird anonymous hate isn't enough to hurt me, you should have heard the things my boss had said to me." you mumble the last part before you tsk, disgusted at the thought of mr.gonzalez.
"why were you so worried to tell me?"
"people have used me before, and now that im legally tied to someone i was afraid you might be like them."
you grab his hand and give it a short squeeze, "tooru, im not like those horrible people. and ill never become like them. promise." you give him a smile, and he plants a large grin on his face, "thank you, y/n."
"so, now that that's out of the way, what do you do for work?"
"wow im so hungry! are you hungry? let me go make us a snack!" you spring off the couch and run towards the kitchen, you career can be a discussion for another day.
ten- so no black market?
facts!
- tooru's ex was a terrible person and used him for his money, then cheated on him
- y/n payed for dinner, she bought food from her favorite restaurant and was so excited to hear tooru liked it too
- the tv always plays recaps of the volleyball teams best plays
- y/n eventually got her phone back and went through the comments
- her and tooru made a fake fan account to troll all the mean commenters <33
- return of mrs.janice :D what do you guys think she will do to solve this problem #givejaniceabreak
- sofia once dated a guy who spent 45 minutes talking about how much healthy kidneys go for on the black market...
- neither y/n or sofia understand any aspect of volleyball
- tooru offered to help teach y/n a bit about the game
- sofia googled it to see if tooru was lying or not and saw a picture of the team
Pairing(s): Atsumu x f!reader | Osamu x f!reader | Atsumu x Osamu
Genre: Romance, smut, fake dating, ? to lovers
Will contain dark content. Read at your own discretion.
Tags: Incest, eventual polyamory, media scandal, secrecy, slowburn(?), confused feelings, jealousy, more to be added
— Summary
They’ve been together for as long as they can remember, just the two of them. Them against the world. Atsumu has a run in with the media and learns what it truly is to be against the world, and makes a decision without considering the consequences.
— Series Masterlist
Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five
1:30 p.m. ▸ you couldn’t explain how you ended up in this romeo-and-juliet-esque affair with oikawa tooru.
aoba johsai’s setter had taken a liking to you ever since he saw you at one of the tournaments. he approached you after the game and asked for your number, which you tried to decline until he pulled the puppy eyes on you. since then, oikawa had tried texting you and asking you out on dates. you tried to dodge his advances, but he was resilient.
you had no problem with oikawa, really; it was just that you were karasuno’s team manager. both teams would be shell-shocked if they found out the two of you were fraternizing with the enemy.
despite all that, however, somehow you ended up here: pinned up in a storage closet while oikawa was fucking the living daylights out of you.
YOUR COUSIN WASN’T KIDDING WHEN SHE TOLD YOU THE DRINKS SHE’D GIVEN YOU MIGHT ELICIT quite the headache in the morning to come. It doesn’t help that you’re naturally an early riser - you convince yourself you need more sleep especially with your splitting headache.
The problem, however, is at the back of your head when you open your eyes and are greeted with Oikawa’s arms wrapped around you, and the both of you a little closer to each other then you were last night.
“Oikawa!” You whisper-shout, slapping him in the chest and immediately waking him up from his peaceful slumber. “Good morning to you too, princess. How’s your head?”
“Much worse now, get your hands off me.”
“Well, I’m sorry for taking care of you last night then.” He yawns, retreating his arms from your figure and getting up from the warm comfort of your bed. “And why are you awake so early? We don’t have anything planned today, right?”
You’re about to respond with your supposed itinerary when all of a sudden, he’s pulling his shirt off. “Oikawa!” He looks at you confused, hand running through his hair and still trying to adjust to the morning light.
With a lackadaisical playboy as your boss, being reckless wasn’t an option. But on the one time you let loose and made mistakes, your life is shattered, and now you’re playing house with your insufferable boss who is the father of your baby.
✘ cw. angst, toxic situations
✘ note. yes, feel free to scream at me in the asks. but like don’t worry, i promise there’s more to come and there’s more to happen! it’s going to get fluffier as we go hehehehe. ALSO, I can’t help but feel that Zayn’s “Let Me” speaks perfectly to CEO playboy Gojo. hmph.
i DID see people on tiktok saying that we shouldn’t care about palestine because they’re conservative and anti lgbt and a whole bunch of shit and. for real? for real? THAT is touch grass. THAT is go outside and touch grass. zero compassion zero consideration for real people ZERO brain function in fact. like you know there ARE gay people in palestine? like if texas was getting air raided would you say fuck texans, theyre all republican? actually dont answer that lmfao we already saw it happen with the power outages. people will generalize and people will condemn without nuance or scrutiny. no sense of value for human life. who gives a shit about other people lol
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Author’s Note: I’m so SORRY this took so long to get out. Working fulltime has been a nightmare this past month, along with a lot of money issues, so, unfortunately I had to focus on work and bills for a little while. This is a little shorter than the other parts, but I like where it ended, and part four will hopefully bring about the ending with the wedding :P I hope you guys really enjoy it!
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Part Three
Groaning, you rolled over onto your side as you pulled the blanket over your head while the sun spilled into the room through the small slits in the blinds. For some reason, you couldn’t remember much from last night apart from drinking way too much and now you were greeted with a splitting headache. Stretching your arms over your head, a low groan rumbled from your chest before you turned to see Oikawa sleeping next to you.
Nearly choking, you hadn’t realized just how close you were to his face until this very moment. His breathing was soft, tickling the skin on your face. He seemed almost exhausted even while asleep. Frowning, your hand came up to brush the stray strands of hair from his face. Sitting up in the bed, you rubbed your temples with your hands trying to ease the hangover headache throbbing throughout your skull. How much did you drink last night?
Suddenly, a wave of severe nausea hit your stomach as you jumped out of bed, making a beeline for the toilet before violently vomiting. Okay, this was a sign you had drank way too much last night. Tears burned at your eyes as you managed to stop vomiting for a moment and rested your head against the cool seat of the toilet. Panting, you struggled to reach for toilet paper to help wipe away the tears forming at the corners of your eyes.
This was miserable.
“Y/N?”
Your eyes snapped up to see Oikawa leaning against the frame of the door, watching you with a worried expression on his face. You frowned up at him before vomiting again into the toilet. You heard his footsteps approaching you before his hands gathered your hair in his grasp to hold it back. “I-I’m sorry,” you stuttered.
“Hey,” Oikawa said calmly. “It’s okay… just breathe. You were pretty drunk last night… so let’s get all that out of your system.”
You paled at his words. “I was?”
“Yes,” he cooed. “It’s alright though. I came and got you.”
genre: fluff, business/corporate au, strangers to lovers
warnings: swearing, lots of food mentions since reader works for a restaurant company
summary: both of your incredibly wealthy and successful parents decided that it would be optimal to begin a business partnership with each other and apparently that starts with a marriage proposal. the rules of your engagement were simple: 1. you both take 50% of your earnings 2. this was only for business purposes 3. no romantic feelings were to be involved. but if there was one thing the two of you needed to learn, it was that some rules were meant to be broken.
word count: 18.4k - i’m on my knees pls give this a chance lmaooo
notes: welcome to my monster fic, the fic i’m deeming the peak of my writing. this is a birthday piece for my lovely wifey nayru! so to @luvoratomi, i hope you had the best day today bby and that this year for you is filled with nothing but happiness and success. anyway, i hope you like my little baby as much as i do, enjoy lovelies <33
you met sakusa’s eyes from across the room as your parents shook hands, sealing their newfound business partnership. after today, you were officially business partners, both of you were soon to become the owners of the highly regarded and successful businesses your parents built for you. all the newspapers and business magazines deemed you two to be the upcoming CEOs to look out for. your parents did everything they could to prepare you for the position ever since you were young and you couldn’t imagine that sakusa’s parents didn’t do the same. they didn’t want the strong foundations they laid out for you to go to waste. so when both of your parents wanted to start a partnership with each other, neither of you was surprised as you both thought it was a strong move for both companies.
but you were surprised when your parents suddenly mentioned an engagement.
a local influencer, a playboy volleyball player, and 3 months of fake publicity. what could go wrong? well, absolutely everything.
disclaimer : i do not own any of the haikyuu! characters, they rightfully belongs to haruichi furudate. also, the media used in this smau isn't mine, all credits go to the owner.
status : on-going. taglist open!
❝ punch me in the face ❞
❝ punch you? ❞
❝ yeah, punch me in the face, didn't you hear me? ❞
❝ i always hear "punch me" when you're speaking but it's usually subtext ❞
♡ 𝐜𝐰: a bit of swearing, scared oikawa, cliffhanger (sorry lol i'll have the next parts out asap)
♡ 𝐚.𝐧. again, never dated lawyer. google's the closest thing i got :) and um sorry if this is bad i got tired of reading my own writing lol and well, this came out a little longer than tomorrow
pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 (coming soon) | important update
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It would take Oikawa a couple minutes to process that your figure had left the suffocating apartment, as his mind continued to race with furious thoughts. He ran a hand through his messy hair, frustrated. Not with you, but with himself. He knew deep down you were right and you were just looking out for him, but all he did was hurt you and make a big deal out of it - not that he’d admit that right now. He tried to convince himself that he was right, but even with his incredible persuasion skills he had developed over the past years, he couldn’t persuade himself that he wasn’t in the wrong.
He let out a deep sigh, the sound of the air leaving his lungs was the only thing that filled the ambience of the dark apartment - it felt colder without your presence. He needed some water. All the shouting had made his throat hoarse and it would also do him some good to cool off. He entered the small kitchen and flipped on the light, his eyes squinted as he adjusted to the sudden flash, the plate of food he assumed was his dinner stared back at him.
“Fuck,” he muttered to himself as he glanced down at it, once again reminded of the argument you two just had. It only mocked him, proving your point further and pouring salt onto his damaged ego. The shiny, porcelain plates that sat on the drying rack screamed at him - urging him to go apologize before it was too late.
His words were like daggers. He knew you were strong, but there was only so much you could endure, especially with all his bullshit. He had put you through hell and back these past few weeks. Oikawa stood there in silence, wallowing in regret. His actions and his words only seemed to hurt you lately and that was the last thing he ever wanted to do. He had been too immersed in his work that he failed to treat you with the love you deserve and he hated himself for that.
But the way he was feeling was nowhere near as important as how you were right now. He now realized the most important person in his life had just walked out of the shared apartment, into the cold night. He didn’t know where you went. He didn’t know if you were going to ever step through that front door again. He didn’t know if he’d ever get to hold you in his arms again. And most important of all, he didn’t know if you were okay. It was 2 AM - the worst time for someone to be wandering around alone, especially with the temperature dropping to 5ºC recently.
His heart raced as he sprinted back towards his bag to grab his phone out and call your number he had engraved into his mind. Even the phone mocked him, reminding him of the many times he’d be staring at the small screen instead of the precious, stunning person sitting beside him that he certainly didn’t deserve - you. The endless ringing only further instigated the anxiety coursing through his body, his legs restlessly leading him to pace around the small living room. Oikawa suddenly heard light vibrations coming from somewhere in the room, his heart dropping as he realized you left your phone behind.
He didn’t waste another second before grabbing a blanket and his old team jacket before racing out the door in a desperate search for his lover. His hands were shaky - both from the chilly air and the anxiousness that rose in his chest - as he inserted the key to start the car.
“Where would you be? Where would you go to get your mind off things? Where? Where?” he thought, panicking as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.
His head ran through all the possible locations you could get to by foot, the locations that meant something to you. And then it hit him. The park that you two always headed to after dates to unwind and enjoy each other’s presence after a long day, staring at the moon that was nothing compared to your beauty. You had to be there.
In fact, you were. Oikawa found you sitting on the grass, hugging your body for warmth and staring at that same moon. He quickly made his way over to you, the old turquoise jacket and fluffy blanket in hand. With one swift motion, you felt him wrap the jacket around your shoulders and then the weight of the blanket as well. Looking up at him, he saw your tear stained face and although it was quite dark outside besides the scattered street lamps and the moonlight, he could tell your eyes were red. It pained him deeply knowing he was the cause of your pain, sending pangs throughout his heart as he looked at you.
You had been sitting there for a while, reflecting on your relationship with your lover. It brought a bittersweet feeling to your chest, the stinging of your heart was almost unbearable. Was asking him to take care of himself too much? Was a little attention every once in a while so hard to give? These questions clouded your head as you found yourself wiping tears from your face. It was a difficult position to be in. Would you forgive him or would you let him go? Would you two be able to resolve this issue or would it be the end? The way he treated you these past few weeks was unacceptable but people can change. You could see the remorse in his eyes and the way he hesitated to wrap his arms around you but decided against it, his hands falling back to his sides.
“Tōru,” you started, his chocolate eyes meeting yours worriedly. “I think we should…” you started, but paused, wrapping the jacket and blanket closer around you.
