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etherrreal · 11 months
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“when they’re feeling insecure”
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Pairing: atsumu x reader; kita x reader; suna x reader Genre: reverse comfort-fluff; drabbles & headcanons WC: 5.169 Warnings: N/A A/N: thanks for the request! this is actually the first piece we’ve worked on together so we’re excited for you all to see it! enjoy :) -Dawn & Luna
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since you and Atsumu tended to be strapped on time to spend with each other—with you working full-time and him being a national volleyball player—you liked to meet up with him after practice sometimes so you can pick up some food and get some quality time together
he was always taking his sweet time to get showered and ready to go, so you got to bond with some of his teammates, his captain Meian especially
when you found out you both loved the same show, every week, the day after the show aired, you got to practice a bit earlier so you and him had time to talk about the newest episode
Atsumu watched every week as you barely gave him a wave when you entered the gym those days, bee-lining straight to Meian and launching into animated conversation about your show
he had tried many times to sit down to watch it with you, but each time, about 15 minutes into the show, he found himself disinterested and distracted by his phone
he knew that never bothered you—”we don’t have to have the same interests,” you would tell him—but, week by week, as he observed you light up those days you walked into the gym to talk with Meian, he began to feel like maybe he wasn’t trying hard enough to get into your interests like you do for him
and he’d be damned if big bicep Meian would make you laugh more than he did
It’s Friday, you’re absolutely exhausted from work, and you’re ready to wash the grime of the day away in the hottest shower imaginable. You’re a little thrown off when you walk in the house and hear the T.V. playing in the living room, familiar voices from your favorite show coming from the room. You don’t remember leaving it on before you left, so you creep into the room slowly, peering around the corner to see a mop of blond hair leaning against the back of the couch.
“What are you doing?”
Atsumu snorts himself awake at the sound of your voice, eyes bleary as he tries to gather himself, gaze darting between you and the screen.
“Oh, me? Just catching up on your show.” He’s back to lounging against the arm of the couch, remote in hand gesturing to the screen. “It’s the part where that one girl, uh, Ashley is talkin’ to her boyfriend right now about how they’re going to move in together soon.” 
“Okay, first of all, that’s not her name.” You set your bag down next to the couch, throwing yourself down onto the cushion next to him. “Second, that’s her mortal enemy, and I’m pretty sure they’re talking about how she hopes he bites the dust on their next mission.” 
Atsumu stares at the screen, paying attention to the dialogue for probably the first time since turning it on. “Oh.”
You can’t help but chuckle at his cluelessness. “I’ve already told you, ‘Tsumu, you don’t have to like the same things that I do just because we’re dating. Just like I don’t like volleyball that much, you don’t have to like my show as much as I do.”
He gasps, scandalized. “You don’t like volleyball?!”
“Not as much as you do, dummy. That’s my point! We’re two separate people with separate interests, and that’s okay.”
“Yeah, but…” You don’t hear the rest of his statement as he mumbles it, shrinking into himself with arms crossed and chin buried into his chest. 
“You gotta speak up, babe. I couldn’t catch that.”
He sighs heavily, arms still crossed, now with a comically deep frown on his face. “But you and Meian are always talkin’ and laughin’ together at practice when you should be doing that with me, your boyfriend!”
“Oooh, come here, my dear sweet Atsumu.” He doesn’t hesitate to accept your invitation, nearly knocking the wind out of you as he wraps his arms around your torso, smushing his cheek against your chest. “You know I love you dearly. But trying to talk to you about my show is like talking to a brick wall, and I say that with all the love in the world. Now I finally have someone that I can talk to about my show, so you don’t have to hear me drone on.”
He grumbles. “I guess. But can’t you find someone else less… beefy to talk to about it with?”
You pause, trying to sift through his lot of friends for someone who doesn’t fit that bill. “Babe. All of your friends are beefy, so it wouldn’t even matter if there was someone else there that I can talk to about it. Besides, his appearance doesn’t even matter. It’s nothing more than some friendly chatter, alright?”
“Alright.” You press a kiss to the top of his head before he whines, tilting his head all the way up to offer his lips to you so you can give him a proper kiss. “...Just wish you’d be less happy about it.”
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you were invited to a night out at a bar with some old friends from high school, and decided to drag Kita along for the ride to introduce him to the ol’ gang
drinks were being served, shots were being had, and everyone was getting along swimmingly
Kita, who’d been nursing a bottle of water in preparation for work the next day, stayed by your side the whole night, smiling as you and your friends swapped stories and dutifully holding your things when they dragged you off to the dancefloor
he was at the bar getting you another drink when your friend Aina approached, leaning against the bar
“I like you for them,” she announced, words slurring. “They need someone plain like you to balance them out.”
he knew she didn’t mean it as an insult, but the word “plain” punched him right in the gut, insecurity washing over him as he realized it was absolutely true
you were the daring, adventurous type, always ready to jump right into things headfirst, while Kita preferred a steadier approach
normally this wasn’t a problem for the two of you, but suddenly Kita couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you were getting bored with him
it didn’t help that you had to cut your night short because of Kita’s early job, which consumed him with guilt as he watched you hug everyone goodbye, telling them you’d meet again at some point
the ride home was quiet as Kita thought about the ways he could be the fun, spontaneous man you deserved
the next day, he showed up at your door and invited you on an impromptu picnic date in the park, which you were more than happy to agree to
he was so ready to give you an amazing date and prove to you that he was more than just your plain boyfriend, but it seemed that the universe had other plans, as what was supposed to be your perfect and fun day quickly transformed into a disaster
at first, everything started off pretty smoothly, until Kita realized he forgot to bring a blanket, and the two of you were forced to sit on the wet, muddy grass
then when he opened the basket, he realized all the drinks had spilled on the drive over, effectively ruining all of the food he packed
you took it all in stride, reassuring him it could’ve happened to anyone, and ended up grabbing some takoyaki from a nearby food stand
for a moment Kita thought things were finally looking up, until an unleashed dog bounded towards you and knocked the takoyaki straight out of your hand and onto the ground, leaving the two of you to share whatever was left of his
he was so sure that it couldn’t get any worse, and then it started to rain– and not just a little drizzle, either, but a huge downpour that sent the two of you and the rest of your fellow park-goers scrambling for cover
and just to add insult to injury, his car ended up getting a flat only five minutes into the drive home, leaving him with no choice but to pull over and call for help, a shitty ending to an even shittier day
Kita’s not usually the type to believe that the universe is working against him –he prefers leaving those kinds of dramatics to the likes of Atsumu– but after the day he’s had, he’s starting to wonder.
His plan to prove to both you and himself that he could be an exciting, spontaneous, and definitely not plain boyfriend had started off decently enough. He showed up at your place with a nervous heart and a picnic basket in hand, announcing only somewhat shakily that he’d be stealing you for the day, whisking you off on an impromptu picnic date.
You’d had no prior warning, hence the whole spontaneous thing, but you went along with it easily enough, more than willing to spend a little extra time with your boyfriend. You threw on the quickest presentable outfit you could find and then you were off, eager to see where the day –and Kita– would take you. You ended up driving out to a flower field in the park, and it was absolutely wonderful.
For the first five minutes, at least.
Then it all went to shit.
Now the two of you are sitting in his car, soaked to the bone as you wait for a tow truck, and Kita is trying his very best not to let on how utterly defeated and pathetic he feels. He thinks the only thing keeping him from sulking outright is the fact that you’re still holding his hand, and even then, he can’t stop the frown that forms on his face.
“I’m so sorry about today,” he starts lamely, breaking the silence, voice shakier than he’s used to. He knows it’s not nearly enough to make up for the complete and utter catastrophe that your date turned into, but he supposes it’s a good enough place to start. “I know it wasn’t what you were expectin’ when I told you I’d be takin’ you out for a romantic picnic in the park. Hell, it wasn’t what I was expectin’, either.”
“Well, it was definitely an adventure, that’s for sure,” you say, in that carefree and teasing way of yours. Then you bring his hand closer to you and press your lips to the back of his palm, a playful but genuine smile tugging at your lips. “Still, I’m glad I came. I had a really good time today, Shin.”
Kita blinks, eyes wide as he stares at you as if you’ve grown a second head. “You did?”
“Of course I did. I was with you. I always have a good time when I’m with you.” You say it casually, easily, like it’s just that simple, and when he continues to gape at you, you raise an eyebrow. “What? Why do you look so surprised?”
“That’s because I am surprised. Today was a disaster, darlin’. It was the opposite of everythin’ that I wanted it to be.”
“Well, what did you want it to be?”
“Somethin’ good and excitin’ that you could enjoy the way you deserve.” He looks away, unable to meet your eyes as his gaze drifts to your intertwined hands, voice soft and quiet, defeated. “Somethin’ to show you that I could be fun and spontaneous, and not just the borin’ and plain boyfriend you’ve been stuck with.”
“Woah, wait, boring and plain? Stuck with?” you repeat, incredulous, brows furrowing as your lips curve into a frown of their own. “What are you talking about, Shin? You’re sure as hell not just someone I’m stuck with– where’s all of this even coming from?”
Despite himself, he hesitates. The last thing he wants to do is weigh you down with his insecurities, but Kita has never lied to you before, and he certainly doesn’t plan on starting now.
That’s when he tells about everything that happened last night, about Aina’s off-handed comment and about all the doubts and insecurities that’d been unearthed as a result. He tells you about the plan he made, the one he wanted so badly to be enough to prove to you that he could be the man you want, the man you deserve.
“I’m so sorry that happened, Shin,” is the first thing you say when he’s finished speaking, genuine and apologetic as you give his hand a comforting squeeze. “I know she was drunk, but Aina had no right to say that to you, and I’ll be telling her as much first thing tomorrow.”
“S’alright. I know she didn’t mean it as a bad thing,” Kita says, squeezing your hand back. “Still, it got me thinkin’, y’know? About you and me, and the fact that we’re so different. I mean, you– you’re so bright and darin’ and fearless and I’m just– I’m not.”
“So? I like you for you, Shin. I always have. And I especially like how different we both are.”
“I know. I do, too, I just– sometimes I just can’t help but feel like I’m borin’ you. Like you’re settlin’ for me. And I’m not sayin’ that I think you don’t love me, ‘cuz I know you do, I just–” He gives a shaky exhale and runs his free hand through his hair, faltering a little, before forcing himself to continue, though he still can’t quite meet your eyes. “I guess it’s just hard for me to make sense of the thought of someone as amazin’ and full of life as you wantin’ to be with someone as simple as me.”
The confession is raw and vulnerable, the way Kita’s only ever allowed himself to be around you. It softens you, makes you release his hand in favor of cupping his face, a silent plea to get him to look at you. And though he still feels pretty pathetic about everything, he doesn’t deny you, lifting his gaze to meet yours and finding himself stunned by the open affection in your eyes, the undeniable love he’s not sure he’ll ever get enough of.
“Oh, Shinsuke, baby, you’re not simple.” Your words, like your hands on his face, are gentle but firm, and when he shoots you a doubtful look, you lean closer and insist, “You’re not. You’re hardworking and dedicated, not to mention generous and so, so kind. You take care of me and make me laugh, and you’re always there to listen to me and support me, no matter how stubborn I am or how crazy my ideas get. You’re everything I want, not to mention everything I need. You make me better, and I love you, just the way you are.”
It’s strange, Kita thinks, how quickly your words ease the uncertainty and doubt that’d been weighing on his chest, how effortlessly your touch soothes him. There’s so much he wants to say to you. He wants to tell you how grateful he is for you, how much your words mean to him. Mostly, he wants to tell you that he loves you.
But then you tug his face towards you, closing the distance between you and pressing your lips firmly against his, and he realizes he doesn’t have to, because you already know. You feel it in the way he wraps his arms around you to pull you closer, in the way one of his hands tangles in your hair. Still, he does his best to prove it to you, anyway, deepening the kiss with a drag of his tongue across your lips and a muffled groan that has you scraping your nails against his scalp.
You’re both breathless when you pull away, just enough so that you can lean your forehead against his, all gentle comfort and soft affection.
“So get the thought of you being the person I settled for out of your pretty little head,” you say firmly, lightly tugging on his hair for good measure, “because you’re not. You’re the person I chose, the one I plan to continue choosing for a long, long time. Have I made myself clear?”
And Kita can only smile at you, turning his face to place a gentle kiss to the inside of your palm, all of his previous anxieties and insecurities forgotten.
“Crystal, darlin’.”
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you and Suna were at your cousin’s wedding, and you set off to grab some more drinks at the bar
Suna watched as you left—definitely checking out your ass—when he saw you get stopped by a guy, who put his hand hand on your arm and said something to you, and then suddenly, you were hugging
you were both so animated, so effortless, in your interactions, and Suna even saw you bust out laughing in a way you usually only do when he tells you the most god awful joke
Suna nudges your friend Aina who’s standing next to him, gesturing over to you both as he asks about who the guy is, thinking maybe he’s another cousin or something
“Oh, that’s her ex, Haru,” she explains, “They were friends all throughout childhood and even dated for a while in high school.”
this, of course, isn’t Suna’s first time hearing about your ex, seeing as the two of you have been dating long enough to have already swapped stories about previous breakups, but it is his first time seeing you and Haru interact in person
and while Suna already knows that the breakup was mutual and that you and Haru ended things pretty amicably, he’d be lying if he said seeing Haru act so familiar with you doesn’t bother him
still, Suna trusts you, and the last thing he’s going to do is make a scene at your cousin’s wedding, which is why he opts to ignore the interaction entirely, until one of the women standing nearby makes it impossible for him
the woman—maybe an aunt of yours—jumps in to add, “they were so cute, weren’t they? We were all so sure they were going to end up together. After all, they only broke up because they were heading off to different colleges.”
and if that doesn’t make him feel shitty enough, another woman, whom he quickly realizes is Haru’s mother, chimes in, “they would’ve been high school sweathearts, what’s more perfect than that! It’s too bad they had to break up.”
Aina freezes, panicked, as her gaze darts between him and the women nearby, like she’s debating whether or not she should say something, but Suna stops her with a shake of his head, brushing the whole thing off like it doesn’t bother him, even though it really does
Suna isn’t friends with any of his exes, so he doesn’t understand how two people who decided they couldn’t be together could act so natural and cheerful—and not deathly awkward—with one another years after the split
as much as he hates admitting it, you and Haru do look really good together, even if your interaction only ended up lasting a few minutes, and your family clearly still adores him, so much so that they invited him to your cousin’s wedding
it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that they prefer him over Suna, and while normally Suna wouldn’t give a damn about any of that, he can’t help but wonder if you feel the same way, if seeing Haru tonight made you regret breaking up with him in the first place
the two of you were high school sweethearts, after all; how can Suna hope to compare to that?
it puts him in a sour mood for the rest of the night, one that lasts throughout the rest of the reception and continues on your drive home
“Are you okay, Rin?”
Suna barely spares you a glance when you speak, keeping his eyes planted firmly on the road in front of him. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? Because you’ve been acting weird since the reception.”
“It’s nothing.” That’s a lie, of course, and you both know it. He’s been giving you the cold shoulder ever since you got in the car, the silence that’s settled between you nothing like the easy banter and teasing jokes you normally exchange on the way home. “I’m just tired.”
The rational part of him, the one he doesn’t always listen to, knows it isn’t fair for him to act this way. He’s being petty and immature, neither of which are reactions you deserve right now, but he can’t help it.
Being vulnerable has never been easy for Suna. It still isn’t, if he’s being honest, which is why, instead of talking to you about his feelings, he chooses to ignore them completely, burying them somewhere deep inside himself that even he can’t reach, despite the way his heart sinks and his hands tighten on the steering wheel the more he thinks about what your family said.
He doesn’t have to look at you to know that you’re frowning. You’ve always been able to see right through him, so of course you know that something’s bothering him, no matter how hard he tries to convince you otherwise.
He still hasn’t looked at you, but he imagines you sitting in the passenger seat with your arms crossed over your chest, furrowing your brows the way you always do when you can’t figure something out. “Did my family say something to you?”
He lets himself glance at you long enough to flash you a tight smile, a forced curving of his lips that doesn’t meet his eyes. “Nothing worth repeating.”
Your eyes narrow at his words, lips parting like you want to say something else, but then he’s pulling up in front of your apartment building and parking the car, and the moment is gone. The silence follows you into the lobby, up the elevator and all the way inside your shared apartment.
Suna quickly decides that he hates this kind of silence. He hates how bothered he still is about you and your stupid ex even more. Mostly, he hates the distance he feels between you now, even though he knows it’s one of his own creation.
He wants nothing more than to get rid of it, to lay his head in your lap and tell you exactly why he’s so upset while you stroke his hair and comfort him, but doing so would require him to be honest about his feelings, and you both already know how shitty he is at that. And the last thing Suna wants to do right now is start a fight, especially when he already feels like he’s not good enough for you.
You must sense his hesitance, because in the end, you’re the one that comes to him. You corner him while he’s sitting at the edge of your shared bed, approaching him with the same amount of care and delicateness you’d use with a stray cat.
You’re both still wearing your wedding clothes, but neither of you seems to care much about that right now. You push his jacket off his shoulders and he lets you, watching as you fold it with careful hands and set it neatly down on the bed next to him.
You move to stand in front of him, resting your hands on his shoulders. Suna finds himself shifting almost automatically to accommodate you, spreading his thighs so you can stand comfortably between his legs.
Then you’re running your fingers through his hair, nails scraping gently against his scalp in just the way he likes, and whatever ideas he had before about keeping his feelings to himself and suffering in silence immediately vanish from his brain. He’s nothing but putty in your hands right now, and all it took was one measly touch from you.
You’re good at that, Suna thinks. You’re good at softening him, at making him feel safe and loved, like he can tell you anything without being judged. It’s one of the things he loves the most about you.
It’s also why, despite his earlier hesitance, he allows himself to melt into your touch. He wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face against your stomach while you continue to run your fingers through your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head every now and then.
The two of you stay like that for a while, just holding each other and breathing in sync. Then you’re tugging gently at his scalp, coaxing him into looking up at you with your fingers in his hair. He goes willingly, always, for you.
“Are you ready to talk about it now?” you ask, soft and seeking, free of any judgment.
“You’re gonna think it’s stupid,” Suna mumbles, chin tucked securely against your body.
You press a soothing kiss to his forehead for good measure. “Try me.”
And though the thought of baring his feelings so openly still makes him kind of queasy, he does it anyway, relenting. “I didn’t know your ex was gonna be at the wedding.”
“Who, Haru? That’s who this is about?” You blink as genuine surprise laces your features, as if you’ve actually forgotten about your ex entirely, which pleases Suna more than he cares to admit. “He’s friends with my cousin. We all grew up together. I thought I told you that.”
“You did.” The smile he gives you is curt and tight-lipped. It doesn’t reach his eyes. “You just didn’t tell me how devastated your family was when the two of you broke up.”
“So they did say something to you, didn’t they?” You shake your head, understanding flashing in your eyes as your lips curve into a frown. “Who was it? Wait, don’t tell me– Aunt Eri?”
“The one and only,” Suna confirms, much to your chagrin. “She and Haru’s mom were convinced the two of you were meant to be, and that you were –get this– absolutely perfect for each other.”
The words taste sour in his mouth, a bitterness filling his voice that he only hopes you know isn’t directed towards you. Thankfully, you don’t seem to take any offense to it. If anything, you look upset for him, your jaw dropping and eyes widening in disbelief which quickly turns to anger at your own aunt’s audacity.
“Oh, no. Rin, baby, I’m so sorry,” you say, and he can tell from the look in your eyes how much you mean it. “They had no right to say any of that, least of all in front of you.” You lift a hand to cup his cheek and shake your head, eyes soft and apologetic. “I can only imagine how shitty it was to hear.”
“Yeah,” he mutters, frowning at the memory, “no kidding.” But he leans into your touch anyway, brushing his lips against your palm so you know he doesn’t blame you. “That’s not really the part that bothered me, anyway.”
You raise an eyebrow, tilting your head curiously. “Then what did?”
Suna already knows the answer, but he wants to hear it from you, which is why he takes a deep breath and asks, “Why did you and Haru break up?”
“We were going to different colleges,” you reply, confirming what your aunt told him. “We agreed it was the best thing for the both of us.”
And though it’s exactly the answer he was expecting, that still doesn’t make hearing it hurt any less. He swallows the lump in his throat and looks away, voice quieting. “So if you never broke up with him back then, you’d probably still be with him right now.”
“And if I won the lottery when I was eighteen the way I hoped I would, then I’d probably be single and in Madrid right now,” you shoot back easily, without missing a beat. “What’s your point?”
Suna frowns, fixing you with a pointed look. “Your family likes him. I mean, they really, really like him. Way more than they like me.”
“Well, then,” you lean forward, lips curving up into a smile, “I guess it’s a good thing you’re dating me and not any of them, isn’t it?”
He shakes his head, the frown on his face deepening even further. “You don’t get it. The only reason the two of you didn’t work out is because of bad timing, not because you didn’t love him anymore.”
“But that’s the thing. I don’t love him anymore, Rin. I love you and only you,” you insist. “I’m not the person I was when Haru and I were together. I grew up. I went to college, I moved out on my own, and then we met, and I fell in love with you.”
“That’s exactly my point,” he argues. “None of that would’ve ever happened if you hadn’t broken up with him. If he’d reached out to you while you were still in college, then you and I wouldn’t even be together right now.”
“But he didn’t, and he won’t. And even if he did now, it wouldn’t matter, because the only person I’m in love with is you.”
Your voice is steady, firm, leaving little room for argument. He tries anyway, opening his mouth to speak again, but you silence him with a finger pressed to his lips. And though Suna still isn’t completely convinced you’re what he deserves, he listens, quieting down long enough to hear you out properly.
“Rin, baby, if we sit here and argue about all the what if’s, we’ll always find some kind of excuse for why we couldn’t have been together,” you reason. “But we are, so why does it matter? We’re here together now, and I chose you– because I wanted you. I still want you.”
He watches, heart full and racing, as you settle yourself into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, knees on either side of his thighs. He doesn’t hesitate to welcome you, hands resting on your hips, the weight of you warm and familiar in his arms.
“Do you still want me?” you ask, as if you don’t already know, as if there was ever any doubt.
And that, he quickly realizes, is exactly the point you’re trying to make, because no matter what happened in the past, no matter who the two of you have been with before this, he’s the one you’re choosing now, just like you are for him.
“More than I know what to do with,” he answers, reaching a hand up to your face to brush his thumb across your cheek.
“Then it’s settled. Everything else is just background noise.” You kiss him, then, deep and wanting, and it’s all he can do to kiss you back, longing and eager. You smile when you pull away, a sweet, loving thing he feels like an idiot for ever even doubting in the first place. “Okay?”
And Suna smiles, relieved, resting his forehead against yours.
“Okay.”
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atsumwah · 7 months
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"if you had to pick"
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featuring : daichi, oikawa, kita
includes : fluff
notes : this has been in my drafts for way too long ahhh
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☆ SAWAMURA DAICHI
practice was over and you guys still had some time left so why not play a game?
tanaka had roped everyone to sit in a circle and play truth or dare so here you were
it was your turn and obviously, not wanting to do some stupid dare by him, chose truth
"if you had to pick between all of us, who would be the best boyfriend?" tanaka asked
you didn't even hesitate on that. "daichi, for sure."
you had a little crush on him, sure, but then again maybe that was too fast
that earned a few hollers and mischievous looks coming from your friends, especially your trouble making juniors.
"oh and why's that?" noya asked with a wink.
you try your best to change the subject but everyone seemed interested in your answer
including daichi who was sporting a blush
"well he's already boyfriend material. a good brother, an even amazing captain, not to mention a real gentleman —" it was your turn to blush when you caught yourself rambling "—so yeah theoretically that's the most obvious answer. okay next"
thankfully it went to someone else and you sighed in relief when the spotlight was off you
after hanging out , you made your way home but you were stopped by daichi himself
"you know if you want, you could see if your theory was true," he said smoothly but you could see a hint of blush on his cheeks as he spoke
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☆ OIKAWA TOORU
you knew something would happen when you hung out with the four of them
it was your monthly movie night with the boys so you're all at oikawa's house this time
you still made time for each other despite your schedule
iwaizumi claimed the single arm chair, makki and mattsun sat on the floor and you were seated next to oikawa on the couch
you didn't mind though, maybe some part of you was hoping you were seated next to your crush
you were watching a movie about these friends having a backup husband/wife and makki got really interested in the idea.
it's not a surprise when he stopped mid movie to ask you guys
well, technically, ask you
"say y/n if you had to pick one of us to be your backup, who would it be?"
you looked around them before answering. "oikawa"
said setter looked at you in surprise while makki had this mischievous look in his eyes.
"oh do tell us more."
"he's gonna go pro right?" was the first thing that came to your head aside from the obvious fact you had a crush on him. "might as well marry the rich."
"so you'd marry him for money?"
"and the good looks" you joked before continuing.
"KIDDING but he's actually sweet and I think he'd make a great backup husband"
cue awwing from makki and oikawa subtly hiding his blush
"okay but what makes you think he would want you as his backup" mattsun chipped in
and immediately all eyes were on the man of the hour
you knew it was a silly game but you'd hope he'd pick you
oikawa looked around and cleared his throat before answering.
"well obviously not y/n"
you rolled your eyes at that but deep down that kind of hurt
"why would I have you as my backup when I could have you now?"
say what
you whipped your head towards him and saw how he's blushing
"she's totally gonna reject you now, dude."
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☆ KITA SHINSUKE
it is no secret that kita is the perfect gentleman
that is the only reason being inarizaki's manager is so bearable
and you know the humongous crush you had on him helped too
anyway
you were filling up some forms for the team and they were hanging out near you, literally just wasting time and suna decides to ask you questions
and suna just casually goes "y/n if you had to pick one of us to date who would it be?"
"kita."
he didn't stop there
"pick someone who'd you kiss?"
"pick someone you'd kill for?"
"pick someone who'd you cook and clean for"
"look, i'll save you some time. if kita is an option, i pick kita." you said, clearly distracted and not knowing said captain was just behind you blushing like hell
atsumu had other ideas cue evil laugh
"ah, so you have a crush on him huh?"
"isn't that obvious." you retorted.
"it wasn't obvious to me."
you froze. literally frozen on the spot as kita comes up from behind you.
earth please swallow me whole
"oh haha it was a dumb games anyways let's forget about it."
"ah, shame. because I'd do all those things only for you too."
cue sneaky teasing kita
also cue you short circuiting
safe to say this was just the beginning
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reblogs are appreciated luvss <3
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wake-uptoreality · 2 years
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Sitting on his lap all day wasn't your plan at all. You have no other choice but to stay still as he isn't finished with the large book he is reading, not even glancing in your direction. Your knees buckle from the uncomfortable position he put you in. Once in a while clamping his legs to you not slip down. Just the other side of the book he is smirking devilishly enjoying your hopeless state as your back arches from sitting too long, rubbing and stretching your delicious neck that he marked up as his when you entered your shared apartment. It was your fault, that you got yourself in this. Getting all dolled up for a single date. Guys staring at your mouth-watering body. You knew he didn't like when you were dressed up that pretty in public, acting like a tease and all. He was the only one you could get all worked up for and you will understand that from now on.
-> AKAASHI, ushijima, KITA, sakusa, osamu, oikawa, IWAIZUMI, KUROO, TSUKISHIMA.
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nanna-mi · 1 year
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𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬
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Characters : Akaashi, Kita, Sakusa x gn!reader 
A/N :Idk I really like this work, just the old but gold, fluff, it got me giggling every time. I'm honestly thinking about posting the whole "boyfriend" masterlist for valentines.
Read the JJK version of it with 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 ->
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𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢  who continually get caught off guard when you say how pretty he looks, and try to keep a straight face, pretending he’s still to caught in the book he was reading even tho he doesn’t even know what it is about anymore, head too fuzzy and cheeks too hot to think. Sighting deep and defeatedly, resting his glasses over the small table, along with the book, quietly, and before you could even realize he’d  be hugging you from behind, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck letting a small muffled   “You’re prettier”, out
𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐚 who pays close attention to everything you’re saying, and it doesn't matter if you're rambling excited or outrageously about that new book you’re reading or if you’re just talking about your day, and out of nowhere gets really close, tucking your hair behind your ear, lips inches away from yours and glassy eyes glued on yours “you look cute when you’re focused - he’d let a small chuckle out while putting a little distance between the both of you- may I kiss you ?”
𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢 -  who is always very straightforward, and clear about limits, boundaries, likes and preferences, and still always fails miserably when comes to ask for a kiss, not cuddles since somehow you figured out he needs at least one morning cuddle session before leaves for practice, so he always will get pouty, brows furrowed like he’s really concerned about something, but in reality, he’s just practicing mentally the best way to ask for a kiss, without getting blush, cuz he knows you’ll mock him “Can we- you know-” he’d say frustrated due to you confused expression “Shit- this- He’d say quickly  cupping your face and letting a  small and yet passionate kiss on your lips, almost a peck due to the speed he’d get apart from you, blushing- I want some-” “You don’t need to ask, you know ?” “Great- cuz I’m gonna  kiss you again”
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classyinnie · 1 year
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Love for him isn’t a concept of ‘want’ but rather a “Tell me the problem and we’ll face it together.”
Growing up in a household where affirmations are scarce and fending for oneself equates to success, he made sure that ‘love’ within the 4 walls of your home is built on deliberate care. Where vulnerability is valued and growth is acknowledged. He takes pride in you leaning on him and seeking his guidance, but at the same time, he would cheer for your accomplishments to the ends of the earth, treating each one as his own.
He pursues the kind of love that does not rely on false assurances of safety, but rather on the promise of facing the dangers together. Of growing despite the hurdles. 
The kind of love that heals and liberates. He may be lacking in the right words, but he’ll never fail to express his willingness to stay and share the burden.
—Oikawa, IWAIZUMI, Sakusa, Tsukishima, Ushijima, Atsumu, Kageyama, Kita, Osamu
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bokutone · 3 months
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˗ˏˋ LOVING THEM ˎˊ˗
including: semi eita, sugawara kōshi, kuroo tetsurō, kita shinsuke, ushijima wakatoshi. genre/warnings: nothing but pure fluff! a/n: here's a little christmas present from me to all of you because i miss my boys and we need to bring the hq content back<3
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semi — loving him is red, full of passion and love. you’re his muse and he’s your superstar, your love for him is like a roller coaster and every day feels different; mondays are for soft love, soft touches, sweet kisses and bear hugs. while fridays are for rough love, desperate kisses, red marks on his skin and possessive words coming out from your lips. but he loves it, you love him, and the combination of your souls together creates a beautiful shade of red. 
sugawara — loving him is blue, like the deep ocean and dark sky. your love for him flows like the waves you two watch every night, it’s calm, revitalizing and harmonious. it feels like the first kiss and last hug, your eyes hold his secrets while your lips savor his love. loving him is drinking the first drops of water after a long day of work, loving him is feeling safe, loving him is knowing your heart is safe within the walls of a shared house, loving him is having a home to go back to when the world seems to collapse on top of you.  
kuroo — loving him is yellow. it’s the bright yellow that lightens up your day, the color you see when his eyes close and his mouth opens every time he laughs. loving him is seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, the happiness when you wake up with his arms around your body while the sunlight reflects on his skin, loving him is hating when he decides that comedy should be his career even when he knows he sucks at it. full of energy, fun and bad jokes, loving him is the yellow that shines around him when he loves you back. 
kita — loving him is white, white like the clouds above your head while you help him with work. white and pure like the way he looks at you and how your heart pounds on your chest when he says how much he loves you, loving him feels like sleeping under the trees’ shadow that saw how you two shared kisses and strawberries. it doesn’t feel rushed, it doesn’t feel wrong, it feels perfect because the love between two angels is always blessed. 
ushijima — loving him is purple. pleasant and calming like a sunset. his love is calming and peaceful, his love is full of tenderness and stability, making the worst day feel like another battle conquered after a hug. loving him is having the patience to understand his silence but also his words, loving him is learning to love without the pressure of loving wrong. loving him is tripping with your own feet and feeling a soft and strong hand pulling you out of your stupor, laughing about it with sparkling eyes and big smiles. his love is straightforward but not overwhelming. his love is simply yours.
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rbs and comments are really appreciated!
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kleewrites · 11 months
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being their housewife  ♥︎
characters - TIMESKIP  ushijima wakatoshi, aone takanobu, aran ojiro, kita shinsuke
genre - fluff
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♥︎ ushijima > 
he would be so caring with you
seeing you in your little apron after he comes home from practice everyday, with food ready on the table, he feels his heart swell
always asks about your day, even though everything you say has already been said the day before 
helps you with chores on his days off
tries to cook too, but he only knows 5 recipes max 
spoils you so much
he’s ready to get you anything you want, at anytime 
loves you very much, and is very grateful to be able to call you his
♥︎ aone > 
gets you flowers every friday
massages your shoulders,back, and feet anytime you want him to 
is a great cook, so he came up with the idea that he would cook the meals on the weekends so that you could take a break 
despite you guys being married, and having been together for a long time, he still worries that he’s not treating you right
always does his best to make sure you have everything you need and want 
brings you to the neighborhood association volleyball matches and gets pumped up inside when he sees you cheering him on
loves being there to be your anchor, and he honestly can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you
♥︎ aran >
always lets you walk on the inside part of the road, even before you started dating 
refers to you as “my girl” when talking about you to other people 
his hand is always on the lower part of your back 
takes you out shopping often, and never complains no matter how long you take
whispers sweet things to you before bed every night, to remind you of how good of a wife you are for him 
buys you anything he sees you eyeing for even a second 
loves to take baths with you
he loves you so much, he feels like his heart might burst every time he sees you
♥︎ kita >
supports your hobbies, and buys you the supplies needed for whatever it may be
does your hobbies with you, just so he can spend more time with the love of his life 
cooks dinner for the two of you every evening without fail 
loves to clean the house with you 
hugs you first thing when he comes home from work, breathing in the scent of home 
gives you flowers weekly, some he picked from his farm 
always makes sure you are not over working yourself 
he’s happy to be your number 1 supporter in life, and he will gladly be that for the rest of his life.
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missmeinyourbones · 2 years
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haikyuu men as random pics i had saved on my phone 
a silly little post to get a feel for characterization on these funky guys ;p aot and jjk versions here :)
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ushijima, yamaguchi, ATSUMU LOL, hinata, BOKUTO
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sakusa, suna, TSUKISHIMA, kyotani, akaashi, kageyama, kenma
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SUGAWARA, akaashi, iwaizumi, bokuto, nishinoya, kita
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osamu, tsukishima, tanaka, SUNA, akaashi, sakusa
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oikawa, daichi, ATSUMU, kuroo, iwaizumi, suga, osamu
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kageyama, kenma, OIKAWA, yamaguchi, tanaka, ushijima
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kita, kyotani, nishinoya, KUROO, *whispers* hinata
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omitea · 1 year
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so everyone in their kita phase rn? (im everyone)
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lunaevangeline · 2 years
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to devote
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{knight!Kita Shinsuke x princess!reader} (sequel)
Written for Laura @ohtokki ♡
Summary: for him, to be with you is a prohibition, but he's determined enough to cross the line (cw: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, breeding, mention of blood and alcohol)
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Never in your life have you seen Kita Shinsuke in this state. He tried to keep his stoic facade, his lips pursed tightly to keep the words from falling.
The eyes are the windows to the soul. You see in your beloved's eyes his heart falls to the ground, breaking apart slowly. His eyebrows furrowed, eyes blinking frequently to avoid mourning.
He gulped in disbelief, "What do you mean, Your Highness?"
"As I said before."
"I-"
You sweep your gaze across the hall, making sure no one is watching over you.
"I'm going to get married soon. The King, His Majesty, has given His words."
You pause, biting the inside of your lower lips.
"We should end this-"
Your eyes are burning but with all your might, you try to look into your lover's eyes with all determination left in the corner of your heart. This should be the right time to break your secret relationship with the knight commander.
Your heart aches. Your feet are cuffed by the heavy weight of the crown, a price you have to pay as a part of royals. You live a sumptuous life, get the best education and all the magnificent gems, but your circle and social life are merely a political party.
Kita Shinsuke, the commander of the royal knights, never broke the rules once. Always chivalrous and honorable, with gallant manners and speech. Firm as a rock but kind as a dove, virtue shown in his actions. His comrades were loyal to him as he served the kingdom.
Kita is your father's favorite. He appointed him to be your personal guardian for some important ceremonial events, where you got closer to each other for the first time. Not only for his notable skill across the country. He had shown his loyalty during the revolt.
Cold eyes pierced the remains of his opponents, his hands and sword were stained with someone else's blood. The entire kingdom spoke of a ruthless knight commander, with fox eyes that would frighten every member of the forest. The rumor has it, never been a witness on how they turned warm to his closest one, and tender, especially to you.
It must be a major sin for you, the princess of the kingdom, His Majesty's one and only precious daughter, to grow such emotions in him, to intoxicate him with a strange infatuation. He had tasted alcohol all over the country but was never drunk. It wasn't like your smile that made him falter, not like your voice which melodiously and politely asked him.
You bear a forbidden fruit, the moment you caressed his face and innocently planted a kiss on his cheek when he was kneeling before you to devote his life unto you. When instead of taking his sword and ordaining the sacrament, you asked him to stand up and said you wanted to claim his heart with the sweetest smile poured like honey.
His heart and life have been bestowed on you. A respectful kiss on the back of your hand turned into a passionate kiss on your untouched lips under the moonlight. His hands rested casually on your side during the rendezvous on a starry night with his lips ghosted over your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "May I?" was all the words that you remembered clearly, resonated before they became hazy and you lost in the night.
Kita was the one who always been courteous, asking for your consent before he touched you. With eyes darkened and lingered a little too long beyond your eyes. He gestured whether it was okay to untie your corset, for his lips to explore your mounds, or to fill your inside with his secretion.
But you always burned for his touch, wanting him to call you by your name, instead of addressing Your Highness. The moment 'Shin' escaped from your mouth was when he knew he would do anything for you to call his name all over again, both in the softest or in the most sinful tone. You have him wrapped around your fingers.
That night you let all your emotions free. Kita benevolently helped you to undo the corset, unraveling the layers before sliding down your undergarments. He was in awe the moment you shied away with your hand trying to cover your intimate part as much as you can. He whispered with the softest mellifluous voice, telling you're the most beautiful girl in this land.
You eased, encouraging him by tugging his silver black hair when his lips were on your mounds, nipping your sensitive buds. Your mind was on cloud nine, with his fingers sliding into your fold. Your downside was drenched already by the stimulation. You muffled your whimper with the satin-covered pillow, whispering your secret about how much you love the man before you.
Your name slipped out his mouth the moment he thrust into you. Brown eyes locked with yours, his heavy breath tickled your skin when he nestled his head on your clavicle. The man became undone and vulnerable under your touch. You traced his toned torso and reached up to leave featherlight kisses on his scar, letting him know he was just as beautiful. Making love to him was fireworks of emotions.
You gasped the moment he pushed his full length unto you, kissing your cervix deliciously. The view of you stammering and chanting his name repetitively was heavenly. He stifled your cries with a kiss on your velvety lips. He went feral, aiming for the part that sent you to see the stars. His low moans and grunts dissipated into the cold night air. The thrust became slower and deeper before the knot within you untangled.
Oh, how glorious it is to see you in such a state under the chandelier. The king would certainly execute him right away if he discovered, with his head hanging at the entrance of the palace - the very idea caused him to shudder. But your sweetness was too dreamy that his mind went blank. He can't think anything more than to let you cum all over again and fills you up, his stamina was more than enough to rail you the entire night. He soothes your figure, reassuringly tracing your spine and kissing you goodnight. You were sleeping soundly in his arm before he left the room.
What if your father found out? You questioned. The night of passion left you both with fluttery feelings and fear. As much as you longed for him there would never be a chance for you to obtain his blessings. The knight won't get the right to marry the princess.
You know beyond his reserved facade, Kita really loves his job. If someone learned about your secret relationship, he will be despised. Not only expelled from his rank but he will also be banished from the kingdom. He might be accused of seducing the princess.
"May I have your assurance that you will be happy, Your Highness?"
He asks with concern. Even if it crushes him, he'll let you be as your happiness is his priority.
You avoid his soft gaze with teary eyes, clenching your fist.
"I have to-," your voice croaked, not really answering the question. 'I want to be with you' is what the heart really whispers.
He takes your cold hand delicately, brushing his lips against your knuckle. Kneeling before you, he still held your hand with grace.
"I would do anything for you. All my lines and rules. They mean nothing when it comes to you. It’d cross and break them all just to make you happy."
Kita is a man of his word and he never failed to show his devotion.
Your happiness is being with him, on how your eyes gleam in his sight. When you talk about mundane things like the sound of the bird in the morning or share the part of the poet you really love. Or when you trace an imaginary line across the stars telling him about the asterism. He will protect them at all costs.
You see the determination in his eyes.
"I fear not of anything. Say again, would you stay in this royal palace or run away with me, my love?"
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(masterlist.)
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demxnscous · 2 years
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penny for your thoughts beloved dem 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🤲🏼🤲🏼
I WENT OVERBOARD—I JUST KEPT WRITING WHOOPS
minors dni
contains: kita/reader/osamu (everyone loves everyone), gn!reader, domestic fluff, sleepy sex
Shinsuke, who leaves early for the fields—earlier than even Osamu has to leave to open the restaurant—and finds that the most difficult part of his day is needing to leave the two of you in bed. He’ll help shift you closer to Osamu in an effort not to disturb your sleep when he gets up, but you always wake nonetheless, tiredly quiet as you reach for his hand, and Shinsuke holds your fingers when he places a kiss to it before reaching over to osamu and pressing one to his temple
Shinsuke, who comes back from the fields an hour later for breakfast, expecting Osamu and you to still be sleeping, but he can surely hear the soft noises that come from within the large bedroom. Walking inside to find the blankets still cover your bodies, however he can tell that Osamu has your back pressed to his chest, your leg hooked over his hip as he mouths messily over your nape and shoulder, rutting into you. And Osamu, who finally notices Shinsuke’s presence at the edge of the bed when you whimper out a quiet, “Shin,” as the latter gently pulls back the blankets to see the two of you.
contains: suna/reader/osamu (everyone loves everyone), fem-bodied reader + no pronouns, cowgirl position (reader + suna), consensual recording, mentions of masturbation (osamu), pet name (baby)
On the other hand, Rin who’s on his off-season, who now has more time to spend with both Osamu and you. He finds such contentment in being home more often, in being able to help and run errands while Osamu and you work during the day; being able to see your faces in front of him rather than on a phone screen in another country.
Rin, who also takes on a tortuous idea during a rare weekend that Osamu chooses to work, leaving him and you at the house. It isn’t long into the day when Rin has you in bed, rolling his hips upward while you ride him, desperate to hear more of those fucking sounds you make that he missed so much, and he wishes Osamu was here with the two of you, truly he does—but he knows another way to get around the distance, something he’s grown well-acquainted with over the years.
Taking his phone from the nightstand once he gets your approval, he records the two of you with a trembling hand and a breathy smile, showing how he pushes himself into you, how he plays with your clit, panning upward as he tells you, “Say hi for Osamu, baby.” Rin thinks your shaky attempt at saying those words is endearing, especially when you end up only whining Osamu’s name instead.
He knows that when he hits send on the video, two things will happen. Osamu is likely going to have to fuck his fist in his office if he decides he can’t wait long enough to get home, and Rin and you will be in for a long night tonight.
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torhues · 1 year
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kita shinshuke.
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w. bittersweet, yet still sweet, dare i say
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kita thinks he has lived enough.
it's december of twenty-twenty-two, almost new year, almost twenty-twenty-three, the numbers which felt like distant future around forty years ago. he has seen decades change, he's far too familiar with seasons, a little too well versed with minute climate changes to assume the weathers. things are new and unfamiliar and yet, oddly comforting. there are wrinkles on his body, white hair shining like silver on his head under the sunlight; kita is old, he's seventy-two, the younger you wouldn't believe.
time flows like water because it feels like just yesterday, kita had met you. as if it has only been a day since he accidently took his english notebook before test, just a day since you asked him for an answer during the exam, just a day since he cheated for the first time in his life; and it wouldn't be an overstatement to say, he felt like a criminal. even though it was you who poked his back with your fingers, whispering the question you needed the answer to, kita felt equally responsible.
things took a turn when he met you because you bought him taiyaki as a thank you gift for helping you during the test and for some odd reason, kita felt content. the second first thing he did with you was skipping school to attend music festival at a local stadium; the third one was going to the rooftop which was prohibited by the school premises; fourth one being, stealing flowers from a nursery because it was your birthday and he forgot to buy gifts, neither did he have money; and the fifth, kissing you in the classroom after the classes were empty.
kita had shared his firsts with you, from good things to bad, breaking rules, reforming them according to his preferences, in a way that made him feel better, told him that it was okay to let loose at times.
it feels like just yesterday, he asked you out for a date after saving up money for two months, not because his family was financially unstable, but because he didn't tell anyone about his relationship since he didn't know if it's okay to do so, because he wanted to buy tickets to meiko hirota's concert that you'd been dying to attend, because he wanted to take your responsibility from the very first day. it's as if just yesterday, you both were given extra home-work for passing chits in class, just yesterday since his eyes had started diverting to you during lessons instead of the board, just yesterday when kita cried the night you left for college and just yesterday, he felt like he could breathe again when you came back to him, saying studies didn't feel right.
it feels like just yesterday, kita married you at twenty-five.
he didn't believe the moment when you walked down the isle, when he slipped a ring onto your finger, when you looked like the prettiest version of yourself. kita didn't believe what has happening until he got home with his hands in yours, and yours lips against his, and his heart in your hand, with nothing to worry about. he dreamt about spending his entire life with you, and his dream was in front of him, in his hands. kita didn't believe in anything except the moment you said i love you in front of the moon peeping through your curtains and spirits of old lovers dancing in the air.
life felt like the romance novels he read to you on afternoon that were laced with laziness. walks through the sunflower fields resonated of a fever dream, where his hands were intertwined with yours, and the world would reduced to nothing. tiny dates, bunch of flowers— the first thing in the morning, a kiss shared on the benches by the bus stops, long walks up the town, picking grapes, sunsets by the bridges, names carved in the barks of trees, it felt as if you both never grew out of your old highschool love story.
time flows like water, because it feels like just yesterday, he held his son in his arms for the first time and today, kita is a grandfather to two daughters. years passed, the pace of your lives changed, but he still loves you like the very first day. pictures from his golden days that hung up on the wall never let him feel like he has grown old and is no longer able to go on day-long dates with you, because it feels like just yesterday, kita met you, and he has his whole life in from on him to spend with you, even with an IV, even next to a heart monitor, even when he has you next to him 'round the clock, telling him that you love him and having him say it back until when you couldn't hear it back anymore.
kita once asked you if it was fair for him to leave first, if you felt alright because he is leaving you alone, and you said there was nothing unfair about it because you promised to stay with him for his entire life, and you are living up to it. and it feels like just yesterday, you both celebrated your first wedding anniversary.
he would've stayed longer but kita has lived enough. he doesn't have anything left to do, no undone tasks, no loose ends. you're sitting next to him with your hands still intertwined with his because they don't want to let go. kita doesn't have any regrets because it feels like just yesterday, he fell in love with you and tomorrow, in some other life, he would fall for you all over again.
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ermespop · 1 year
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i've had these thoughts for sooooooo long and its- i think is just chef kiss y'know?
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kita shinsuke. kita mr perfect shinsuke. kita meticulous way of cleaning the changing room shinsuke. kita higher than average grades shinsuke. kita hard work shinsuke. kita exemplar senpai shinsuke.
but also.
kita shinsuke. kita wild group of friends shinsuke. kita clumsy shinsuke. kita shy when in love shinsuke. kita shinsuke, who gets as sleep high as everyone else when late into night but for some reason is still awake. and even tho atsumu and suna share their dumb, outta pocket late night thoughts, and he tells them to get sleep, he can't help but ponder those dum *ss late night thoughts and have some of his own
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postin this in honor of @loveephia and her kitaphilic followers
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flowerstardrops · 2 years
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HAIKYUU BOYS HAVING A CRUSH ON YOU
GENDER-NEUTRAL READER
CHARACTERS: akaashi keiji & kita shinsuke
these are my take on how they would act if they have a crush. again, they are based on what i think, taking into consideration how they act in the anime and manga.
( part ii. tsukishima kei & kenma )
( part iii. suna rintarō & kuroo tetsurō )
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AKAASHI KEIJI
He isn’t necessarily good at expressing the more “vulnerable” parts of himself, and that includes his deep-rooted feelings for another person. Be it consciously or subconsciously, for the most part, he generally acts the same as he usually is.
But when he has a crush, there is a significant change within himself, though only he would notice.
He finds his eyes drawing back to you even during class, but he’d immediately berate himself for unintentionally doing so. Thus, he’d instantly get back to doing his work or paying attention to the teacher.
Would sometimes find himself being in the same place as you are. Oh, you’re in the cafeteria? He’s probably there, just a few tables away from you instead of staying in the classroom. You’re by the vending machines? He’d probably be by the water fountain that is just close to it. There’s a subconscious feeling of wanting to be in your presence most of the time.
Once he musters up the courage to talk to you, he’ll most likely just stay cool on the outside. On the inside, his heart’s probably speeding up while thinking up a variety of different topics that would be safe enough to talk with you. He’d think up a topic that he thinks has the highest possibility of starting up a decent and insightful conversation, considering your interests.
Overall, he’s pretty chill about it and you probably wouldn’t even have a single clue about it. He’s very good at hiding things. I mean come on guys, this is Akaashi. He’s cool as a cucumber.
KITA SHINSUKE
Another cool cucumber.
Once the realization dawns up to him, he most likely just allows the feeling to reside inside of him. He doesn’t deny it nor does he think about it so much. Realistically, even when he likes you, he’d always put his studies first and the other things that are essential to him and his growth as an individual (and me thinks that’s hot ngl).
But that doesn’t mean that he likes you any less. In fact, he finds himself wanting to help you out with different things. Among the line of students in his classroom that hypothetically needs help with a subject, the first person that he’d probably think of tutoring or just generally helping out would be you.
He doesn’t laugh a lot around people that he isn’t exactly close to, but if you cracked a joke even if it’s corny, he’d probably smile and breathe out through his nose.
His conversations with you are relatively short and when he talks to you, it’s straight to the point and only talks about things that are necessary as to why he approached you, so it ends rather quickly.
When it comes to appreciating you, he prefers performing acts of service rather than speaking about random things.
Overall, anyone could slightly notice his attraction towards you. I don’t think he’d be the type to actively hide it because he isn’t ashamed of his feelings or embarrassed of it. If ever you don’t like him back, he’d respect that; but if you do, then that’s a win for him.
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classyinnie · 2 years
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Domestic lovers. Who can turn mundane chores into acts of love and care. Who would undoubtedly drop everything to sit down and do taxes with you. It makes no difference to them how tedious the chores are, whether it's doing the laundry or having a deep clean of the house. No matter how exhausting, they’ll always find a way to show that they will actively participate in your daily tasks. These things are considered to be meaningless to some people. But to them, it makes their heart feel utmost content.
Domestic lovers who would go, “There’s nothing so mundane about it if I get to do it with you.” Who would teach you how to enjoy and value your menial tasks because nothing’s better than having someone to navigate through the labeled “dull” parts of life.
—TANAKA, Osamu, Nishinoya, Sugawara, YAMAGUCHI <3, Hinata, KITA, Akaashi, Akiteru, Sakusa, Kenma
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How the boys react when they fart around you.
part 2
A/n: there's a headcannon thats how the boys react when you faint in front of them, by @haikyuu-philia but every time I glance at it, I think it says fart instead of faint. And then I thought how would they react if they fart. Anyways, this might break my writers block.
Tsum tsum: he would trap you under the blanket and laugh. Those siblings tendencies never die.
Hinata: would crop dust you, 100% and just go on with his day. It's a normal body function and he wouldn't think twice
Bokuto: would turn away from you and fart, his sister taught him its not nice to fart on others. On the plus side, he always says excuse me.
Daichi: absolutely embarrassed. Like he knows it's normal, but he's embarrassed. Red face, refuses to meet your eye.
Sugawara: farts on you and then looks you in the eye and says "we're close now."
Kita: I was going to say he never farts, but you know what, he has the stinkiest farts of them all. He tries not to do it around others, but you know they sometimes slip out. He does have the decency to excuse himself though.
Kuroo: runs to the bathroom anytime he has to fart. Refuses to fart around others.
Oikawa: has the loudest farts right after he wakes up, but other than that he doesn't fart.
Iwa: once in a blue moon, when he's not feeling well. And they always stink.
Matsukawa: does that thing where he farts and cups it, and puts on someone. He does it to his siblings a lot, and they GAG.
Hanamaki: rarely farts, but when he does it's the like continous motorboat ones?? Sometimes it's funny. Won't lie.
Kenma: silent farts that stink up the room and gag anyone walking in, but only when he's super anxious
Kageyama: very dainty farts. And he always turns red in the face. Tries to pretend that it didn't happen.
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