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chapter 2 of just that girl wasnt supposed to be released today i forgot to pause my queue smh..
Thinking of you, an impudent young princess with a slight rebellious streak, who has scared off every guard your father has assigned to you. To combat this, the King decides to appoint Hinata Shoyo, a new knight with an indomitable spirit, to your staff. Clumsy and intent on making a name for himself, he may just be the answer to subduing your quiet revolt. | mlist
Your silken gown drapes against the cushioned sofa as you read your novel in a decidedly unladylike position. From the corner of your eye, you catch the scandalized look of your lady-in-waiting at how your legs sprawl; however, you find great pleasure in it.
Twisted as it may be to feel joy at the sight of another’s discomfort, princess etiquette is far too rigid for your liking, and your lady-in-waiting is a conservative prude.
Beams of sunlight tickle your face, and you bask in the feeling. Your mother is horrified by the idea of a princess’ skin burning, meaning wide-brimmed hats are a permanent fixture of your summer wardrobe. It’s a rare treat to feel warmth on your skin.
Moments such as this are sacred. You hold them close to your chest
So, who is this orange-haired oaf with the gall to cast a shadow over your precious sun?
“You are blocking the light.” You spit at the human obstruction. Sighing in annoyance, you slam your book shut and glare at him.
His face is unfamiliar to you. Unruly orange hair sticks up in various directions, a complement to his boyish features and short, stocky stature.
“Ah! I apologize!” The stranger exclaims. Metal from his armored suit clanks loudly as he scrambles to reposition himself away from the window. You cringe at the unwelcome noise. Eyes narrowing further, your gaze travels from his reddened face down to the family crest that rests on his breastplate.
He must be a Royal Knight. A rather jumpy one, but a Knight, regardless.
Your blushed lips turn up in subtle amusement, betraying your otherwise cold disposition.
“Do you often make it a habit to disturb Princesses?”
“No!” He stammers in a manner unbefitting for a brave soldier of the Kingdom. His posture stiffens suddenly, and he clears his throat, as if he’s suddenly remembered how knights are meant to act. He bends his body down in a poor attempt at a bow.
“I am Shoyo Hinata. The King has appointed me to serve as your knight.”
You snort. The foals in your stable have more grace than he.
How did he manage to become knighted? You wonder. Or, better yet, what is your father playing at, assigning this inept boy, who cannot be much older than yourself, to your staff?
Intrigued, you sit up in your chair. The bottom of your dress pools at your waist as your hands prop your face up.
“So you are the one who is sworn protect me?”
Shoyo looks up at you, body still contorted into an uncomfortable bow. “Um…yes?”
Your brow raises. “Is that an inquiry or an answer?”
“Yes!” He shouts. There’s a determination in his expression that surprises you. “I will do everything in my power to serve you!”
Your interest deflates at his eagerness. Knights are nothing but a chain on your independence. They’re sworn to protect; however, the only thing they do is hold you down. Humming, you pick your novel up once again, flipping the pages to find your spot.
“Well, Shoyo Hinata,” you speak, not bothering to look up, “ You cannot blame me for doubting your fitness to serve. The sight of you in armor is reminiscent of a child playing dress-up.”
“I am aware of my smaller stature,” he agrees, and you resist the urge to peek at his face, which must be discouraged.
Your record for scaring off a Knight is one week. Are you about to set a personal best?
Your fingers turn a page, pleased. “My father will not blame you for your resignation. I am sure that—“
The snide remark dies in your throat as you feel a sudden force tugging your book down. Your eyes widen at the closeness of Shoyo’s face. He leans in, and you feel yourself submitting to the overwhelming presence he takes up.
“I may be unassuming, but I will prove that I am worthy of serving you!” He says in earnest. His hand grips your book firmly, subjecting it to his flurry of passion. He is so near that you can see the rise and fall of his chest. “Wait, and you will see.”
You remain still.
Shoyo’s face pales, withdrawing his hand from your book. Stepping away, he raises his arms in submission. “My…my sincerest apologies. I did not mean to—“
“Very well.”
He looks at you incredulously. “Huh?”
“Very well.” You echo, “Let us see how you do.”
His expression morphs from panicked to excitable. A wide grin spreads across his face and his chest puffs slightly. Kneeling abruptly, his energy is palpable as he places a hand over his heart. Looking at you through the locks of hair that cascade across his face, a beam of light from the setting sun shines down on him, almost like a spotlight.
“You will not regret your decision.”
You chuckle. “That remains to be seen.”
—a/n: this is for @shouyuus and the three other shoyo stans who will read this:3 i have been obsessed with knight!shoyo since 2020 and i am so thrilled others are seeing the light…
—p.s. read rain’s take on knight!shoyo here
my man was a fat ass baby ik he stole all the milk supply from atsumu
Mama Miya knew early on, that Osamu would be a big eater. She had caught him as a toddler plenty of times climbing onto the kitchen counter and squatting by the open rice cooker, eating the sticky white grains by the handful while Atsumu stood guard, expecting spoils himself for a job well done, realizing too late that his brother had emptied the supply all by himself.
osamu x reader
wc: 600 i thibk
it’s late, the kind of late where the streets outside are quiet and the sky is painted that deep navy blue that comes right before black. the shop is technically closed, but the lights are still on, casting a warm glow over the wooden counter and cozy chairs. you’re sitting on one of the stools, chin in your hand, watching osamu move around behind the counter like he’s done this a thousand times.
because he has.
“you sure you don’t mind me hangin’ around?” you ask, even though you already know the answer. it’s a question you throw out just to hear his voice.
he glances over his shoulder, one brow raised. “d’ya ask me that every time just so i’ll tell ya to stay again?”
you smile. “maybe.”
he shakes his head, but there’s the smallest grin tugging at his lips as he turns back to the rice cooker. he’s got his sleeves rolled up, forearms dusted with bits of rice and sesame. it’s quiet for a bit, just the sound of him moving around and the soft hum of whatever old jazz song he’s got playing in the background. this place is his, every inch of it, and you like being here because when you’re here, it feels a little like you’re his, too.
he finally sets down a fresh plate in front of you—two onigiri, perfectly shaped. “try these,” he says, leaning on the counter to watch your reaction.
you bite into it and tilt your head. “hmm… secret recipe? or are you just trying to impress me again?”
“yeah,” he says, clearly pleased. “thought i’d try somethin’ different.”
you chew slowly, savoring it. “samu, this is unreal. you’re gonna have people lining up just for this.”
he shrugs, but the tips of his ears are pink. “yeah, well… ‘m glad you like it.”
you glance at him, your heart doing that quiet little stutter it always does when he looks at you like that—like you’re not just another customer who stuck around too long. like maybe he’s been waiting for you to stay.
you set the plate down and rest your arms on the counter, leaning a little closer. “you know,” you say softly, “you could probably close the shop and still feed me every night. i wouldn’t complain.”
he snorts. “you plannin’ on freeloadin’ off me, is that it?”
“maybe,” you tease, nudging his arm. “but only if you let me help out sometimes.”
he looks at you for a second—really looks at you. then he says, a little quieter than before, “you already help, y’know. just by bein’ here.”
your throat feels tight all of a sudden, and you duck your head to hide your smile. he’s not the kind of guy to say things like that often. when he does, it always sticks.
he walks around the counter, standing beside you now, and taps your leg lightly with his knee. “c’mon. help me close up. then i’ll walk you home.”
you hop off the stool, brushing crumbs off your clothes. “deal. but only if you promise to let me come by tomorrow.”
he pauses in the middle of wiping a table and turns to you, eyes soft. “you don’t gotta ask.”
and maybe it’s not a grand confession. maybe it’s not a dramatic moment under fireworks or in the rain.
but it’s enough.
and when you leave the shop with his hand brushing yours, with leftover onigiri in a paper bag and the promise of another quiet evening just like this one, you think—this might be the start of something really, really good.
toji starts buying two of everything without realizing. two drinks, two sets of tableware, two seats on the plane. when you point it out, he simply shrugs. “it makes sense, since you’re always around.”
and it does. you are. somewhere along the way, yours and his stopped being two separate categories. things blended. bled. one toothbrush became two. one key became a spare. he didn’t assign you a drawer, but your clothes take up more space than his do.
now he’s sitting by the kitchen counter, lights dimmed, papers spread out in an unruly mess that makes sense only to him. his hair’s grayer at the temples and there’s a softness to his face that wasn’t there before — age, maybe. peace, possibly. or both.
you laugh and pad over barefoot, press a kiss to the faded scar on his mouth. his hand finds your waist like muscle memory, and you slide into his lap without thinking twice (pun intended).
he lets out a quiet “hnn” but doesn’t complain.
you sip your wine, let your head rest against his shoulder. “so,” you fix his glasses, perched on his nose like he’s fighting the idea of needing them.
“when do you plan on finally asking me out?”
he’s getting pudgy in the middle — not fat, just soft in the way you get when you find your person.
toji doesn’t look up. “it’s been twenty years.”
“and?”
“I do your taxes.”
there’s a candle burning, the cinnamon one you buy every fall. you don’t remember lighting it today. he often does it on his own these days, anyway.
you smile. “quite the romantic, aren’t you?”
“you want a title now or something?” he asks. grumbles, really. “after all this time?”
you fix his shirt. “I just think it’s funny. we’ve got a mortgage, joint bank account, and last week we agreed on baby names if it ends up looking like you.”
he grunts. “poor kid.”
“she’ll be cute. dumb, probably. but cute.”
“he.” “she.”
he chuckles, traces your ring finger between his thumbs. “you’re not getting a promposal, if that’s what you’re waiting on.”
you lean in, nosing his cheek in the way that makes his knees weak. “there goes my big dream.”
you set your glass on the table beside his calculator. he’s warm, and he smells like soap and laundry and that one cologne he pretends not to like.
“you don’t even ask me for my logins anymore.”
he rolls his eyes. “don’t need to. you keep your passwords stupid.”
“they’re not stupid. they’re nostalgic.”
“TojiFan69 is not nostalgic.”
you squish his face between your hands, laughing when he scrunches it up in faux protest. “made that in high school before I even met you.”
“then it was prophetic. still fuckin’ stupid.”
now he’s muttering, something about deductions and charitable donations, and you slot yourself between his knees, hands resting on his shoulders. he doesn’t flinch. nor does he pause. only adjusts so you fit better against him, pecking you on the forehead in the way that makes your nose scrunch. revenge.
the calculator’s still blinking beside you, some half-finished total waiting for his attention, yet neither of you move. he glances down at you - now asleep - then back at the receipts, the gears turning.
in his mind, he’s already adding a third drink, a third set of tableware, and a third seat on the plane.
@inloveinsickness i’m dying omg
bus pal!sae who started taking the bus because he didn't want to waste gas going to his gym.
bus pal!sae who sat in the first row in hopes that no one would sit next to him.
bus pal!sae who’s plan failed because you sat next to him in a rush.
bus pal!sae who paid no mind to you until he felt a weight against him. bus pal!sae who couldn't believe your audacity to fall asleep on him.
bus pal!sae who didn't wake you up, which turned to be a huge mistake when you started awake in a panic thirty minutes later.
bus pal!sae who watched you panic when you asked if the stop to your university had already passed. who watched as you dejectedly sat back down in your seat, accepting your fate.
bus pal!sae who wasn't as surprised when you fell asleep on his shoulder again the next day.
bus pal!sae who woke you up this time. bus pal!sae who’s heart fluttered a bit when you endlessly thanked him.
bus pal!sae and you who fell into a routine. you who would always fall asleep on him, and he who would always wake you up.
bus pal!sae who didn’t ride the bus once for some reason, who listened as you lightheartedly scolded him for abandoning you.
bus pal!sae who never skipped his ride after that.
bus pal!sae who caught himself looking forward to see you everyday.
bus pal!sae who decided that he wanted your number. but bus pal!sae who would always miss his chance. either you fell asleep too soon or rushed out too fast, your thank you's left in your trail.
bus pal!sae who forced himself to hold you back and grab you by the wrist before you left the bus.
bus pal!sae who finally got your number.
also, bus pal!sae who never told you that his stop was before yours.
a/n:- everybody say thank u jazz for inspiring this!!
chat am i cooking - sawamura daichi who grew up wanting to be a policeman because he believed in helping his community and the people he loves - now in his 30s, disillusioned, depressed af, feels like he’s not actually helping anyone (acab) and it all comes to a head when he meets escort!reader who’s on the run because she knows something she shouldn’t and he's just like, oh yeah i know what course of action i have to take
you've set out to prove that love is nothing but an easily manufactured chemical phenomenon. the plan is: by valentine's day, you'll have scientifically manipulated a boyfriend into existence. your unassuming test subject? sugawara koushi, setter on karasuno's volleyball team. only he's not as unassuming as you thought, and before you know it, your whole experiment begins to fall apart...
keywords; sfw, written series, canon adjacent, autism x adhd, minor misunderstandings, fluff, crack, minor hurt/comfort, valentine's day themed, fast burn, whirlwind romcom, strangers to friends to lovers, additional warnings && tags for each chapter
moodboard && taglist 5/50 - (open; fill in the form or comment on this post) @actyl @fushiguruuzzzz @lizbix @ayatakanosstuff @stars4you777
prologue.txt wikihow to make karasuno's #2 fall in love with me in ?? days for science or so help me god i'll crash out and make it everyone else's problem
casefile_1.docx spend a lot of time near him casefile_2.docx win over his friends casefile_3.docx do something adventurous together casefile_4.docx maintain eye contact to make him feel valued and loved
interlude.txt hey siri which shops are open on valentine's day if i need to purchase a glock 19 gen4 pistol in 9mm luger and empty all 15 rounds into my skull && the rat race, etc., or the distinct feeling of being experimented on
casefile_5.docx mirror his movements to show you’re in sync casefile_6.docx touch him often to create a physical connection casefile_7.docx talk about romance or love together casefile_8.docx figure out what makes him feel most loved
interlude.txt wikihow to kill household pests without getting hauled up in front of the magistrate if the pest in my house is the boy i like && this thesis will explore classical conditioning as a faultless form of seduction
casefile_9.docx be your best self to show him how awesome you are casefile_10.docx share secrets to create intimacy between the two of you casefile_11.docx fill a hole in his life so he realises how much he needs you
epilogue.txt your search - beautiful autistic women in stem are falling in love left, right, and setter - did not match any documents && suggestion: did you mean “left, right, and centre”?
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iwaizumi and suna are socal asians.
saw someones hc being that suna would be a bay area asian and thats so funny to me
❝ SHE’S THE TEAR IN MY HEART ❞ — itoshi sae
tags: smau shot, f!reader, established relationship, fluff, slight crack, pet names, implied engagement in one of them, extremely self indulgent and selfship coded i’m sorry </3 he makes me sick i love him sm — ignore timestamps
boyfriend texts with sae
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"soft" launch | GAMER!NAGI SEISHIRO X GN!READER
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warnings | smau, fluff, crack, im late to april fools, nagi really doesnt gaf, revealing his relationship status! the username 'nelanie' is a reference to melanie from miffy and friends so basically matching usernames, nagi is niffy (replace miffy with an n!)
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─ ✦ Itoshi Rin who can’t stop drawing you.
It’s all he does. He sits in class, and instead of looking out the window at the football field right outside the classroom like he used to, he sits focused, paying attention to every detail that makes you, you.
From the back of the classroom, his pencil moves effortlessly, sketching the outline of your figure as you sit in the front row. His sketchbook is filled with you laughing, talking with your friends, and doing trivial things, but his favorite to draw is when you're listening to music. Because he can actually see when you’re lost in the music. By the subtle shifts in your expression, the slight upturn of your lips when a more happy song plays, or the way your body stills when the music turns somber. He notices how your fingers absentmindedly tap against your notebook, your focus shifting between the melody and the words you scribble down.
Now his sketchbook is filled with drawings of you, only you. So of course he has to get a new one, a new small black notebook that he can carry around everywhere.
After another long day, he walked to the bookstore in the city. He searched for the same model notebook he had, but he couldn’t find it, so he went for the last possible solution: ask someone for help. He approached the register with heavy steps and asked an older woman if she could help him. She kindly told him that her eyesight wasn’t always what it used to be, so she asked for a younger worker to help, and it was you.
You worked at this bookshop?
With a smile, pretending not to recognize him, you gently grabbed the notebook from his limp hands. His fingers remained frozen, too shocked by your unexpected presence to react and before he could stop you, you flipped open the notebook. Intending to find the model's name inside, but by opening it, you saw all the drawings. All the drawings of you, sketches on every page, not an inch uncovered. Some sketches were intricate and detailed, others rough and hurried, yet unmistakably you in every stroke. Rin just stood rooted in place, his expression pale and unreadable, his wide eyes fixed on you as if time itself had stopped.
Then, something seemed to snap him out of his trance. Because without a word, he lunged forward, yanking the notebook from your hands with more force than both you and him expected, he turned abruptly, bolting out of the store before you could even process it.
me and shoyo and suna and meeya’s wedding @kawoala
adhd will get you thinking "i should make this doctors appointment" every day for 7 months and counting
tbh i love doing mini series they are less pressure on me.
first chapter of just that girl is almost done.