Sometimes I Genuinely Think If I Spend Time Pondering About Why People Don’t Fw Me Like I Fw Them Anymore,

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hi darling <3 i hope you have a good morning, you’re amazing and i’m very proud of you <3 you’re doing a great job :)

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Hi bug thank you so much i love you bbg 😞🫶🏼

CANNON SAKRIS CANNON SAKRIS

SAKUSA KIYOOMI loses all of his edge when it comes to you.

it’s no secret that he has a reputation of being cold and aloof, sharp-tongued and straight to the point. what was once a coping mechanism long ago has since been ingrained into his personality and is second nature to him. aside from his coach, team staff, close friends and people he considers family, there’s no need for anyone else to held that closely to him.

no one needs to know that while he's grumbling over the phone about his upcoming PR schedule, he has your snoozing head resting in his lap and fingers carding through your hair.

no one needs to know that a mandatory goodbye kiss from you is required before leaving the house, if not his day is going to start off horribly and he'll be in a snappy mood, how dramatic.

no one needs to know that his tone softens whenever he talks to you, words sanded down, smoothened around the edges and laced with tenderness, not because you can't take it, but because why should he?

sakusa kiyoomi shows his love in private, he doesn't need to prove it to anyone, certainly not the press, but he makes sure you know it very well, especially in quiet moments with just you and him.

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IRIS LUKE PEARCE IS MYYY BITTCHH BRO MYYY FREAKING MAAANNNNN

that’s all you bbg i dunno where he is from either, i feel so outta touch with video games everyone’s playing…

u and sho are green and orange to me. like a tangerine with the leaf still on it 🙂‍↕️

OH THIS IS CUTE IM DEAD. i see it ngl its so funny u say this bc my room’s current aesthetic is green and white and browns LMAOAO and shoyo (my haikyu collection) is the only orange spot in my room

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

All my fan works are deeply niche and incredibly self indulgent.

I am serving myself. I am throwing an exotic and strange banquet. I am not expecting any guests but you are more than welcome to attend.

ITOSHI RIN's sleep schedule always gets so messed up because he always tries to match your timezone. this man could be eight hours behind or ahead and still stay awake until ungodly hours because:

one – that's when you're free. he knows your sleep schedule like the back of his hand. when you sleep, when you wake up, when you go to work or school, when you eat, when you shower. it's your fault for oversharing and assuming he wouldn't remember.

two – he misses you. your hugs were his main way of expressing his love; how he would tighten his arms around you in return, how he would nuzzle his nose into your skin and focus on your touch. and now he can't do that at all? because you're miles away? torture.

three – you miss him! his face always burns like crazy when he sees all of the texts you send him, telling him you miss him and want to see him play soon, he can't stand it. it may not look like it, but his hands are itching to call you, or even just text back, but he can't. believe it or not, it truly pains him seeing the plethora of dramatic crying emojis, because he can't help but think "maybe that's how you're actually feeling right now?". you're crying? he's about this close to having a meltdown.

finally, once he's back at home, rin just stands there at the door, leaning his weight on you and simply taking you in. his eye bags are heavy, barely any thoughts crossing through his mind, just you. right there and then, he fell asleep while hugging you, which was not planned, but he couldn't help it. on the bright side, he would get to cuddle with you and have you right by his side; something he's been missing for ages.

chapter 2 of just that girl wasnt supposed to be released today i forgot to pause my queue smh..

i miss my toxic ex oliver aiku…