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going to been running on queue for the next 3 days oki bai.

When Itoshi Rin tells you he’s got a dentist appointment, you don’t question it.

Even when he’s gotten back a few hours later, you don’t question why he’s so quiet, thinking he’s in one of his sulky, brooding moods. Sometimes you see his lip twitch slightly, as if he wants to say something, stopping himself just short of opening his lips–before turning and abruptly walking away. 

You finally realise why later on when you ask him what he wants with his Ochazuke, the steaming ceramic bowl gently set on your marble table. Rin sits hunched on the couch, a pervious match of his playing on the big screen of your TV. He doesn’t look away from his notebook, devotedly scribbling into the paper as he absent–mindedly replies,

“Sthalmon.”

Theres silence.

You pause what you're doing, and you could see Rin's body immediately go stiff. 

He had a lisp. A heavy one at that.

It was only then you noticed the flicker of metal in his mouth, a dash of blue that matched his eyes. You blinked, watching him. “Rinnie, did you get your brac–”

“No.”

You giggled at his deadpan expression, his neck to the tip of his ears flushed red, almost as if he was expecting you to coo over him. Any more overly sweet comments from your lips and it’s ‘lukewarm’ this and ‘lukewarm’ that, whatever that means. 

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❝ CLICK LIKE ❞ — itoshi sae

tags. mostly written with smau elements, f!reader, model!reader, fluff, ignore timestamps and that the texts still say yogurtkags LOL i made it before the url change → wc: 1.4k

your first meeting with sae comes with a change of heart on the side

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it's uncharacteristic for you to be this jittery at a gig but all the telltale signs are there, your knee bouncing like it has a built-in spring, you're fiddling with your rings and picking at your nails. if you didnt already have your makeup done you'd be chewing at your lip but your stylist would rip you a new one and that's not something you want to handle on top of your heightened senses right now.

you play it off well, looking more impatient than anything, but to say that you’re nervous going into this shoot is an understatement. it's not that you aren’t confident you can do a good job, far from it, but rather how working with someone like itoshi sae will be like.

he’s good at what he does, don’t get it twisted, but let’s just say that based on word of mouth, he doesn’t seem like the nicest person around.

you’re not one for sports, at most just a casual viewer knowing as little about soccer as the next person, just eleven on a side kicking a ball across a field of grass, but you know him. everyone does, he’s itoshi sae, japan’s national treasure and world class soccer player.

but this isn't your first rodeo, and having years of experience under your belt yourself, you're highly sought after in your own right. you've modelled with countless other athletes in the past for other brand campaigns, but this is different. it's more editorial, less athleisure, more your scene than his and you're not sure how it's going to go, much less with someone who seems totally disinterested and a potential nightmare to work with. it’s not like you to judge a book by its cover, but something about him makes you a little weary, it’s like you can’t get a read on him, and that leaves you slightly unsettled.

as you look at him in your peripheral vision, you can't deny that the way he carries himself commands attention in a busy room. even in his quiet disposition and seemingly being out of his own territory, there's an air of confidence that surrounds him. the very thing that you can't put a pin on, it's reeling you in and you can't bring yourself to look away.

until you see him start walking up to you.

if he noticed the way your gaze lingered on his figure as he made his way over, he doesn’t mention it, but the slightest upward quirk to his lips is more than enough to imply it, and there’s nothing more that you wish for right now than for the ground beneath you to swallow you whole.

there's a subtle hint of recognition in his sharp teal eyes as he stops before you, reaching a hand out for a polite handshake, "hi, nice to meet you."

you knew he was already dolled up in his outfit from afar but now up close, he looks good, and you try not to let that distract you.

you return a smile in kind, calm and composed, tailored and professional, hand stretching out to meet his, “likewise, itoshi-san.”

things fall into plan pretty smoothly once the shoot begins, sae surprisingly keeping up with the pace and taking it in stride considering his inexperience, save for some poses where he needs a little more guidance. it's light work for you seeing how you're in your element, picking up what the photographer is putting down effortlessly, your initial nerves now simmered down as you get into the zone, but you see his stiff maneuvers and unsure eyes, understanding how this may be a little tricky for him, unnatural.

you find yourself taking the lead and helping him make subtle adjustments to his posture, slipping into a position of guidance naturally. it's what you would've wanted if you were in his shoes and as much as the tabloids have clouded your first impressions of him, his cluelessness and uncertainty on set is oddly endearing.

"here, lean a little bit more to this side? yeah, and relax your shoulders. that's it!"

he comes up to you during short breaks, and the veil covering your eyes slowly tears as you realise that he's asking for advice. the usual nonchalant expression on his face is replaced with a slight bashfulness, tinted with the faintest shade of pink. it's a far cry from the self-assuredness that you're used to seeing on his face on pictures online, and it warms your heart that he's allowing himself to be humble and taking the first step to reach out for help.

it soothes your weariness that as time passes, you find that he's not what you expected at all. he's polite, kind even, and unbelievably professional. his resilience persists in a field that's not his own and he adapts quickly, you feel the tension slowly easing in his movements as the shoot progresses, the hand on your arm sure in it's placement.

"am i doing this right?" he breathes out, voice barely above a whisper as he reclines beneath your frame leaning over him.

you nod to affirm him, shooting a glance to the photographer who signals you to lean in closer. bringing your eyes back to sae, you're taken aback to see him looking at you with an intensity that wasn't there before, all-seeing and almost soul-questioning. with the distance between you just mere inches, his features are much more apparent, drawn to the way his lower eyelashes brush against his under eyes beautifully.

no, this can't do. a pose of this likeness should be executed like second nature for you, but this feels almost too personal. your eyes fall shut in an attempt to refocus and reset your state of mind, pretending that the image of his stare doesn't burn into the back of your eyelids, only to fly open when you hear the photographer exclaim.

"perfect! hold that pose— no no keep your eyes closed!”

it’s safe to say that the rest of the shoot goes without a hitch. between outfit changes and small talk during hair and makeup touchups, you find yourself engaging in mindless chatter with sae, talking about little things from his favourite team jersey kit to what flowers you like. it’s surreal how the one person you were almost dreading to see ended up being one of your more enjoyable co-models, finding it easy to slip into conversation once you dropped your projected misgivings about him.

he’s reserved, yes, but not obnoxious and flirty like some of the others you’ve worked with and it’s a pleasant change of pace. he’s an attentive listener on topics he doesn’t quite understand on a personal level, but quick to explain more of his world in a simplified way for you to digest. it makes you wonder why the media has him portrayed in such a way, it’s nothing like what you’re experiencing firsthand, perhaps they just didn’t take the time to get to know him. you don’t entertain thoughts that just maybe, he chooses to show these sides to you.

in the middle of your shy recount of your very first gig, his manager politely interrupts to inform sae that he needs to stop by the association before this evening’s practice, much to your disappointment and what looks like his too, seeing the furrow of his eyebrow for the first time today.

“it was nice meeting you itoshi-san—”

“please, call me sae.”

the gesture paints a wide-eyed surprise on your face that brings a small smile to his lips, and you bid him goodbye with a wave and warmed cheeks you’re hoping to god the powdered blush can mask.

sae.

your shared chemistry continues to linger in your mind for the following days, and weeks later on a quiet day, your ears latch onto his name on the news program you have playing in the background while you’re doing laundry at home.

your phone chimes twice in quick succession with a like notification from said man on the shot you chose to post from the shoot, and a text from your agent. you can’t help but smile at the former, knowing simply how rare it is to get acknowledgment from the most chronically-not-online person you have the pleasure of knowing.

what intrigues you more is the string of messages from your agent.

your mind wanders and the cogs click, gears turning as you ponder about who this could possibly be. it can’t be, right? the timing has to be purely coincidental, but a small voice in your mind hopes it’s who you’re thinking of.

and true enough, your suspicions are confirmed with a fast-beating heart the next day when a bouquet of beautiful flowers are placed in your arms, bearing blooming blossoms you recognise as ones you distinctly recall mentioning to a certain someone were your favourite.

that sweet, sly bastard.

taglist. open (link to form) @saucejar @somniosu @returntothefae @daisy-room @stellar-headquarters

@whatisnureotypical @haruhi269 @ayatakanosstuff @cyxjz @irethepotato

notes. @shouyuus and i spent one fine day absolutely spiralling over this man and that conversation solidified that he deserved a place in the mansion smh WHATEVER WHATEVER WHATEVER he has taken over my mind in an absolutely diabolical way

© inloveinsickness. please do not repost, plagiarise, or translate my work.

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”?

© mayyhaps. all rights reserved. do not copy, translate, repost, or otherwise share my work. additional credit to @actyl and @fushiguruuzzzz - the title was workshopped in the gc!!! we r too funny

sometimes I feel genuinely overwhelmed by the love I have for shoyo hinata

this is me and atsumu when we got married:

this is atsumu now:

ty for the tag nensi!

ntp: @miiyas @dearru @bakery-anon @stellar-headquarters

LETS MAKE A WEDDING CHAT

Search on Pinterest and choose the first that pops up

Spouse(yk the drill anime character>first one that pops up)

Wedding venue

Wedding dress/suit(depends what you want to wear)

Maid of honor(anime character>first or second girl that u see, depending on who u get as spouse)

Best man(random character>first or second guy you see, depending on who u get as spouse)

Cake

HERE'S MINE

Chaos ensues.....

GET WITH THE PROGRAM GANG KSKSKWKS

@dimsumo @psyzcraze @shoudakii @mixolya @kenyuukisser @fishii28 @ayatakanosstuff @megumismyhusband @mims-bshelf @p1z-d0n7jud6em3 @ohagiyoo +AYONE ELSE WHO WANTS

not to body shame tumblr but why is everything looking so fat n ugly rn i had to lower my text size and it still looks fat

me and samu me and samu me and samu me and samu

miya osamu has long accepted the fact that the girl he loves is a crybaby.

when he and atsumu met you as kids you were crying alone in the playground as your friends left one by one.

when you entered middle school with them you cried when you found out you were in separate classes.

when he gifted you a necklace he had worked hard for to buy you cried so hard you got snot all over his shoulder.

when you atsumu made you so mad you cried in his arms as he comforted you.

when you and atsumu left hyogo for tokyo, you cried begging him to call you everyday.

when you were feeling lonely in college you cried on the phone with him and cried when he finally found the time to visit.

you cry over the smallest inconveniences, anything that made you feel happy, had you feeling mad, excited, surprised, anything.

so it's no surprise to him that it's taking you so long to finish your vows because of crying so hard.

all formalities are forgotten as he pulls you in his arms, swaying you gently as you finish the last of your vows. family, friends, and guests are forgotten ones he cries with you as he reads his vows written on a tissue paper.

"I whole heartedly promise to love you, comfort you and cry with you even if death separates us and even in our next life. i'd love you now and forever and until the next life that i'll share with you."