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taeyamayang · 1 year

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Hi Pea! To help with Writer's block, how about “Did I just say that out loud?” with either Kita from Haikyuu or Mikey from Tokyo Revengers?

strawberry lips

ㅡkita shinsuke is distracted by your lips

the temperature rises as mid summer crawls. one can only get used to the heat. even the prim and proper perfect boy, kita shinsuke, is sweating under the excruriating sun.

you invited him to refreshen yourselves by eating ice cream under a heritage tree near the patch he's working onㅡhe should thank you for that because even though he profusely refused to eat cold sugar and milk (as he describes), he seems to enjoy his scoop of vanilla ice cream.

"we should travel outside Hyogo before the end of the year." you impulsively propose, dragging your tongue at the side of your strawberry popsicle.

"to where?" he says looking at a point ahead.

"i don't know. maybe Tokyo? Hokkaido? Kyoto? what's your call?" you twist your neck to look at him.

"i don't know either. i have crops to take care of. what's with the sudden plan?" kita finally meets with your eyes.

as if without control, his vision spots your redden lips. the popsicle ice cream you are eating must have been loaded with artifical strawberry flavoring and pink dye to have your lips appear akin to the popsicle you're holding. to say the least, he's distracted. albeit, your voice snaps him back to look at you in the eyes.

"aren't you bored here? i want to travel!" your teeth claws the edge of the popsicle ice cream before biting into it. kita watches as a chunk falls on the base of your tongue as your mouths moves in rhythm.

"no, i'm fine with grandma." kita responds rather quickly, tearing his eyes from your strawberry lips. he clears his throat.

"i'm sure grandma is bored too. maybe we should invite her along!" your distance with him decreases as you anchor your arm to side where he is sat. by instinct, kita whips his head to you.

your eyes shimmer in excitement and he could already tell that you're imagining a vacation with them in your head but temptation lingers like a demon on his shoulder. an entirely different image consumes his mind.

you suck on the bottom part of the ice cream to prevent it from melting on your fingers. drawing back, you tongue rolls on your lips then to the corners to collect jews of ice cream as you innocently stare and wait for him to respond.

how could he not notice the curve and edges of your lips before? years of being his friend yet he's clueless how plump and soft they are. he wonders how it feels when he grazes the pad of his thumb over it.

do you wear make up? maybe he should give you a lipstick of the same shade for christmas and perhaps, even without eating an ice cream, he'll get to see this accentuated pair of alluring lips. completely enthralled by your mouth, kita shinsuke loses his grip on reality. a rare sight for a man who has his life in order.

"you have beautiful lips." he says, eyes locked on your mouth. suddenly you're hyperaware that he's staring at you. on the other hand, he's entranced and at sea, unaware of his actions.

"t-thanks." you stutter at the same time looking away. your heart hammers against your chest like it's about uncage from your ribs. he has never gazed at you like this before and he isn't the type to spurt compliments based on physical looks. he praises you through your skills at work, your intellect, or your kindness but never with the way you look.

kita is brought back to earth as he repeatedly blinks at you. then, he tilts his head to the side, confused.

"for what?" he asks. a pair of deep amber eyes peer at you in wonder. "you're thanking me for what?" you blink back.

what the heck?

you swallow in air. your cheeks feel hotter than the summer day's heat. repeating what he said is even harder than accepting it. "you said my lips look beautiful."

"did i just said that out loud?" kita's lids peel and his eyes round.

"so, you were..." you fix your eyes at his bewildered face. you continue in a hushed tone. "you were thinking of it?"

his answer didn't need words. his bloomed face and the sudden whip his head forward is enough.

he was thinking of it.

you don't know what to do with this information but one thing is for sure, as summer day's heat hits its peak it melts the wall that remains the two of you stuck on the borders of a platonic relationship.

dealing with writer's block, thank goodness i kept all reqs sent eons ago. welp, i hope you guys enjoyed this drabble. as always i didn't proofread this rbs and likes are very much appreciated. bye!

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mitsuyaya · 1 year

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Hi can i order mellow carnation + kita + 17 + mami (hush let me live my dreams xD)/love + zack tabudlo nangangamba. Thank u.

Shuta ang creative nyo sa mga events! I'm so jelly! Also this is so exciting! Wishing u all luck for this event!

𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐚 (𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝)

♡ contains: 976 words. friends to lovers, unrequited but not actually, light angst to fluff

♡ summary: With every tug of the rope from the other side, you let yourself fall, you let yourself lose – if it means making Kita happy and unaware of your feelings then you don't regret anything.

♡ end note: I forgot to use the petname 💀 (lmao i just posted this now bcos I'm so lazy)

Avoidance is the better option, for now that is.

Simply turning the other way, diverting your gaze and trying to avoid confrontations with him is just a temporary solution to a problem that will soon be permanent.

Hide and seek was one of the childish games you used to love and play with as a kid — funny, you're using those skills in real life now.

Hiding behind the classroom doors, making yourself tiny and unnoticeable amidst the bustling crowd, dashing to get to the other building in order to avoid him, to avoid your friend.

It's strange those skills you learned were still lacking, that after your years of practice, mastering the art of stealthing – you'll still be found, would still be the ‘sore loser’ in this kind of game.

That after all the barricades you throw yourself into, in the end it's of no use, because with just one call you're weak, with one look at him you'll be easy to give in – when Kita calls out your name, you'll be defeated again.

With his dull brown eyes, drooping with exhaustion, you found yourself being submerged into nothingness once again. Sinking into distress, anxiety and fear once more – a never ending cycle once you look at those eyes.

“Why are you avoiding me y/n? Did I do something wrong?” he starts, sunken eyes still fixated on yours, still staring at your soul.

His palms are soft against your trembling wrist, if he wasn't focused on your face he would've noticed that you're shaking, from fear or from the adrenaline of running – it's unidentifiable.

Tilting your head to the side, mustering the final restraint to keep your facade: “You didn't do anything wrong, I'm just busy these days.”

“You’re lying”

In any other day you hoped that Kita notices your every movement, every little changes, the minor details you do – craved for his attention on you always, to look and notice you only, but now you're begging for him to not be observant, to bury those words just the way it is now and just dig for it some other time.

Seems like that won't be happening.

“Tell me why are you avoiding me, have I made you uncomfortable? Did I do something to offend you? Did I unconsciously—”

“No”

“Then tell me the reason” he pleads, with his hands gripping your wrist, so tight that you could feel your chest tightening yet loose that you could feel him slip away with just one wrong move.

“Please”

Please, tell me so I can understand.

Would risking be the better solution?

Avoidance seems to be out of the choices.

Should you just risk it and let fate play what it wants or should you just run and find a better place to hide, start another game of hide and seek?

Please Y/n, I don't want to lose you like this, I don't want for us to drift away without doing anything.

Conscience really does play a huge part in a human’s nature.

“I-i just thought I can't be your friend anymore, I don't want to be just your friend.”

For a second you contemplate whether to finish it or not, finish the sentence and then what? Ruin your friendship.

Leaving it just like that? Also ruining your friendship.

“I think I like you Kita and I just don't know what to do, so I thought if I avoid you and won't see you again maybe my feelings would be gone… but it didn't”

Aside from hide and seek, this whole thing is like playing tug of war; with you on the other side and Kita on the opposing side.

Putting all of your strength and effort into tugging the rope while he does the same — there's three outcomes: you lose and fall flat, you win but he'll fall, or it'll break and both of you would fall.

At first you find losing to be a better alternative, find him laugh without ever knowing that anxiety cripples your heart and mind, find him smile at you without knowing how much it loses your breath, find him be the man you could never have while you cower in defeat.

Truly it's the lamest option, but what else can you do, what else is there?

Be selfish and win the game but watch him walk away from you? That's much worse.

“It’s fine if you don't feel the same, I wasn't expecting you to–”

“Who told you I don't feel the same way?”

Kita releases your wrist, catches your hands and guides it to his face – that look in his face that you loved resurfaces, glimmering with utmost bliss, corners of his lips reaching his ears, you're afraid his cheeks will fall off.

“I like you too” his sincerity radiates through you, engulfing you in his arms with such gentleness that it felt unrealistic.

“I also felt scared telling you so I didn't say anything but the others told me to confess.” his breathing lulls you, heaving up and down – this still feels like a dream, everything is.

His arm on your waist, the other resting on your cheek, his lips pressed on your crown – time felt unmoving.

“I like you y/n, promise me you won't avoid me again” if everything is a dream, then, would staying be alright?

Would living in this fever dream mean you committed a crime? Then if so, you're willing to be a sinner.

You're more than happy to commit a crime if it meant staying in his warmth.

“I promise.”

The whole thing is still a mess, everything; from the confession, the reciprocation of feelings, the evasion – everything still seems to be lacking, still unclear and yet the silence and warmth is enough for now.

Everything seems to be clear when he's near, maybe for now, this would be a better explanation.

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134340am · 2 years

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53. tucking a strand of hair behind your lover’s ear

kita shinsuke x gn!reader, 0.5k words, sfw

“the world is only as big as you and me / building an entire universe from the smallest memories.” — 因為你所以我, MAYDAY 五月天

“are you thirsty?”

you look up from your book, then crane your head around to look at kita. he’s not there, but you feel something cold, hard, and wet press into your neck on the other side of you—it’s a bottle of lemonade, ice cubes clinking against the sides as they dance around the sunny yellow liquid.

an amused chuckle escapes you before you could help it. “right on time, shinsuke. thank you.”

you scoot over on your little picnic mat—made for just one person but you two make do, you always do. you and kita sit shoulder to shoulder and thigh to thigh. he brandishes his own bottle of lemonade out of nowhere, tapping the neck of it against yours.

“cheers to it finally being summer,” he says.

“cheers.”

the ice cold drink wakes you up immediately, eradicating any grogginess in your body. what started out as a quick mid-afternoon read outside almost turned into a nap, the post-lunch food coma weighing down your limbs and making you drowsy.

you chug your drink, only realising how thirsty you are now. the condensation drips onto your bare leg, then rolls down past the hem of your loose cotton shorts, making you shiver. kita glances over at you in response, then reaches over to wipe the bottom of your dripping bottle with his hand.

you nudge your shoulder against his in thanks. he nudges you back.

the pair of you drink in comfortable silence.

“ya know, i’m glad we’re here together,” kita says, halfway through his bottle.

“me, too. we picked a good location for our home.”

“well—yes, we did, but i wasn’t talking about that.”

“whaddya mean, then?” you ask, cuddling closer to kita.

you lean against your lover, relishing in the sturdy feel of his bicep juxtaposed with the soft material of his shirt rubbing against your cheek comfortably. he’s warm. you feel sleepy again, like a cat sitting in a spot of sunlight, ready to doze off at any moment.

“i’m glad we’re here. right under this tree, having lemonade.”

you think about what he said, looking around. apart from the faraway sound of cicadas buzzing, the peak of summertime looming high and hot over you both, all is quiet and still. your lemonade sits sweet and tangy on your tongue.

it’s… nothing incredibly noteworthy.

in fact, today seemed as ordinary, as unassuming as it could be.

but, “i’m glad, too,” you murmur back softly, sleepily.

your eyes flutter close, but not before a hand sweeps across your line of sight. you feel kita’s finger trace up your neck, flicking your earlobe playfully, before looping a stray piece of hair behind your ear. then the soft smack of his lips as he drops a gentle kiss atop your head.

a smile tugs at your lips involuntarily, eyes still closed.

the feel of sunshine warming your skin, the tinkling of a quiet wind chime.

an ordinary summer’s day.

what more could you wish for?

a/n: i love mayday!!! go listen to their songs if you want to believe in love again. or if you just need a good cry | translation cr. here

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classyinnie · 2 years

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loving him is like...

彡 kita shinsuke, nishinoya yū ; [gn!reader]

genre: tooth-rotting fluff

notes: i want someone to dance with me under the moonlight too TT listened to ‘i guess i’m in love’ by clinton kane while writing this, now i’m sobbing

➶ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ¹ ⁽ˢᵘᵍᵃʷᵃʳᵃ⁻ᵏᵃᵍᵉʸᵃᵐᵃ⁾

━━ kita shinsuke;

Loving Kita is like being wrapped with a warm blanket on cold December nights. It's knowing what the other person wants without having to say anything. It’s comforting words through silent whispers and lingering touches because no one wants to let the other go.

Kita has woken up way before you and he’s ready to start his scheduled tasks. The problem is he can’t bring himself to start it because you’re still in bed. Kita wants to start his day with you. It’s a common approach now, something he wouldn’t change for the world. But you’re making it so much harder for him today, and as much as he can’t wait to tick off the things he needs to do, seeing you this soft and relaxed makes him want to ditch all plans and just stay in.

“Dear, breakfast is going to go cold.” He lightly shakes you but immediately regrets it when he hears a disgruntled hum from the pile of blankets you've cocooned yourself in.

“5 more minutes please.”

Kita sighs but gives in anyway. Seeing how you have no plans on getting up, he comfortably situates himself next to you. He plays with your hair, subtly and gently detangling some of the strands. Watching you in this soft state was a slap of overwhelming emotions to his face.

And you know what? He can always reheat breakfast, but he can never go back in time. So there and then, he fully slips himself into your cocoon and forgets all his plans.

The movement stirs you awake, “Hey, how about breakfast?” You ask, but you have no plan to get up too. Not now when you’re drunk in peace and content.

Kita kisses your forehead and mumble, “It can wait.”

Loving Kita is as leisure as it gets – knowing full well that you have all the time in the world.

━━ nishinoya yu;

Loving Nishinoya is like walking through a room with no precedence to what you’ll find inside. It’s the sudden rush of adrenaline to challenge life because you know you won’t be facing it alone. It’s whimsical decisions, not planned travels, 3 am trips to the supermarket, or last-minute canceled plans to a formal event because the sudden idea of going to the beach sounds appealing.

To say he was beyond gorgeous right now is an understatement. The moonlight lighting up his cream-colored skin makes you wonder in astonishment at the beauty in front of you.

“Loving the view?” Nishinoya questions, oblivious to your sightseeing.

“It’s lovely.” You finally moved your gaze to the moonlit shore. Noya was right, the weather was pleasant, and it was almost like the sea was singing its lullaby. It’s quite a sight.

“Care for a dance?”

The question caught you off guard; it was barely audible. You would have missed it if you were in a deeper trance staring out at the vast sea. "Right now?" you can't help but laugh incredulously. Despite your puzzled expression, you stood up and took his outstretched hand. It was soft and warm.

“It would be a waste to not put these formal outfits into use.” Noya intertwined his hand with yours, and the other he circled on your waist, pulling you closer.

That's when you notice he's no longer wearing his blazer, his sleeves rolled up, and the top two buttons of his white dress shirt undone. It was nicer to see him relaxed than the composed, almost uncomfortable, stature you both were in a few hours ago. You looked up at him, enjoying his presence and the familiarity of it all.

Swaying in the unexistent rhythm, you whispered, “The view is stunning.” He’s stunning.

The beauty of loving Nishinoya is, of course, him and the spontaneity of it all.

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big-simp-energy · 30 days

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I have too many ideas / WIPs please help me decide what to post first:

#gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jjk fanfic #gojo satoru fanfic #kita shinsuke #kita fanfic #haikyuu kita #kita imagines

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skvvzy · 2 years

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Kita doesn’t listen to much music but when he does he loves the popular old Spanish kind the ones my grandma be listening to music like Rocío Dúrcal, julio Jaramillo, and maybe some of The marías Because he found records of them one time.

He had a record player when he was younger that his grandma gifted him and he never really used it maybe once in a while but when he one time stumbled to a record store and he thought he could maybe look inside and see if he could find anything good to which he found a section with old music and the first record he found was “Amor Eteno” by Rocío Dúrcal. He thought the cover looked pretty so he just bought it and took it home.

When he got home he decided to clean his room since there was like a few shirts scattered and books mis placed so why not play this pretty record while he cleans he thought. OMG was kitas eyes open to a new type of music he didn’t understand what she was saying but it sounded so pretty, He cleaned his room and played the song on repeat like 4 times and after that it was his mission to get more of this type of music.

The next day after practice was over Kita went Back to that record store and tried to find more music that looked the same and mf walked out with like two bags full of records. He went home and played them all with a little smile on his face and god does Kita love these songs and he listens to them all the time. He soon learned that it was Mexican culture music and he thinks that Mexican culture is so pretty and colorful. He always tried to learn the words of the songs he owns on records so he can understand the meaning of them and he even learned a few words because of it.

Long story short Kita loves Spanish music :)

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heyhoneyybunn · 2 years

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| JUST LIKE MAGIC |

Relationship: Kita Shinsuke x f!Reader

Supportive boyfriend Kita!!

The day’s a little brighter. Maybe it’s the small meditation session earlier giving you that extra pump in your step, or the upbeat music ringing in your ear, either way you know today is going to be a good one.

Classes pass quickly and to your relief, you understand all of the content which will definitely save some hours in the next study session. During lunch, the sandwich you’ve been craving stares at you as you scoop up the last one and munch on it while beginning a book you’ve been excited to start reading.

The day only gets better when you head to the gym to greet your boyfriend with your exciting news. Sliding the door open, you’re instantly welcomed by a polished Kita and his rowdy teammates. His hair is wet, still dripping from the shower he must’ve had, his muscles flexing as he takes another swig of water.

You watch as Atsumu leans in to whisper something in his ear, a cocky smirk on his face. After he pulls away, Kita’s warm eyes land on you, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. After excusing himself, he takes his leave, readying to walk you home.

“Wait,” he hums, lips tipped down. He grips your shoulders and gently moves you to the inside of the pavement and away from the busy road – effectively swapping your places, “There.”

His chivalrous act turns your brain to mush. Even if he notices your flustered state, he doesn’t say anything – he is a gentleman after all.

“How was your day?” He asks, letting you grab his hand and swing it idly.

Beaming up at him, you relinquish the details of the day. He smiles and nods along adding his own little comments here and there.

“…and then I checked my email...”

He raises a brow, “Heard anything?”

You decide now is as good a time as any to tell him the news, “I got the job.”

He doesn’t jump with excitement, or shriek with joy but he sends you one of those smiles that never fail to make your knees weak. Pulling you in for a congratulatory hug, he plants a soft kiss onto the crown of your head.

“I knew you’d get it,” he murmurs, “well done sweetheart.”

“It’s all thanks to you,” you tell him in earnest. All the practice he went through for your sake on top of his usual work was definitely draining yet he didn’t complain once.

He shakes his head, some of the damp strands sticking out at odd angles, “You did all of the work, I didn’t do much.”

Rolling your eyes at his ‘Kita-like-response’ you drag him through the streets to the bustling main roads, “I’m treating you to a tofu burger.”

There are no objections from his end, it is his favourite food after all, but if you thought he’d just stay quiet and let you pay without any sort of dispute, well, you have another thing coming.

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keijislvr · 2 years

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to be loved by a god | kita shinsuke x reader

cw: mentions of death, murder, violence though not in detail. mentions of blood, grief. angst. god!kita and grim reaper!reader.

an: i am honestly so sorry to kita, i literally cannot give this man happiness for the life of me. everytime i write for him, it's angst and he deserves more.

“shinsuke.”

the god remains quiet as you approach. his gaze doesn’t shift from the bloodied field before him, drying grass stained scarlet, angry and red under the light of the setting sun. somewhere further along, just in your eyesight is a house – the one in which the twins lay peacefully, surrounded by the flowers kita had picked out carefully for them. he has already laid them to rest.

“you cannot save everyone.”

you tell the god softly, sitting down beside him, glancing at the empty piece of sky he stares at. even if you didn’t understand it fully, it was still there, that voice inside of you, that one part of you that knew what it really felt like to have someone close to you die; to live with that fact and never be able to move on. perhaps you haven’t become as desensitised as initially thought since you took on your role as a grim reaper. shinsuke says nothing.

“you can hardly blame yourself now. this was a savage act from the enemies of their land. you could not have stopped them.”

the god smiles bitterly. you can see where he sucks at his teeth, the small dimples in his skin appearing across his jaw. his eyes flicker up and catch yours, piercing and sharp. he shakes his head, a small gesture, almost imperceptible.

“i am a god. i could have done more.”

you sigh, leaning your head on his shoulder. he shivers at the contact, but allows it nonetheless. “you could not go on delaying their deaths forever, shin. you know well they were never meant to live this long in the first place.”

there is a silence, sad and heavy, between the two of you. the wind picks up, rustling through your hair. the god’s hand lies limply against the ground, his fingers splayed over the earth. it’s the closest you’ve been to him for a long time now, the days where you would lounge together in bed long gone. if you close your eyes and clear your mind for long enough, you can still feel the soft, ghostly feeling of him pressing kisses along your spine, his fingers curling around your hips.

“have i done them a disservice by delaying their deaths then, (name)? did i do wrong by them? perhaps...if i had left them to their fate, would they have been killed so brutally?” shinsuke looks to you with desperate and wild eyes, a frenzy taking ahold that you hadn’t often seen on the god. his care for the younger boys was, and still is immeasurable, but you wonder how long it will take for him to burn under the heat of his own love for them. especially now that they had passed on.

you take his face in your hands, palms against his soft skin as you bump your noses together. “you did what you felt was right in your own heart. you loved them their entire lives. who knows what the fates may have had in store if you chose one path or another. it doesn’t really matter, if this is the end result now.”

“what you mean to say is, they would die either way.”

“what i mean to say is, you have given them a good life.”

his eyes flutter closed. you kiss his forehead again and sigh. “they will always be your boys. i know you are worried about the next world, but you mustn’t burden yourself with all the guilt you carry within you. they’ll be okay.”

kita looks at you then, a pained expression twisting his features. a tear falls down his cheek, a few more follow soon after. he wipes it away with the back of his hand and turns his head towards the all too familiar home in which the twins have been laid to rest. the house does not move, neither does the bloodstain in the centre of the fields.

“must you take them?”

“i must.”

a searing pain stirs in your chest but you ignore it in favour of interwining your fingers with his. looking at kita shinsuke – the god of produce and crops, protector of inarazaki – you see a tired man, with hair like a halo spun of silver. his eyes are reddened with a sadness that cannot be weighed, and his usually perfect posture collapses with every breath he takes. generally, gods cannot be killed. but a god without a purpose is as good as dead.

you cannot bring yourself to tell shinsuke, a lover you have never quite gotten over, that you were told to lead back three souls from inarizaki today. you cannot bring yourself to tell him, among his grief, that he no longer serves a purpose and must be removed. and you cannot bring yourself to utter the words, those three little words you know he must hear. you must die.

you press a kiss to the god’s cheek, hoping to pour all of the love you can into it. if he must be taken to the afterlife, then let him do so knowing he has been cherished. if he must go, then let him go in peace. “my darling, shin.”

“it has been decades since you have called me that,” kita whispers, his hand tightening around yours. he rests his head on top of yours. “my sweet angel. i wish you had not left. is that selfish?”

“yes. but i understand it.”

“what do i do now, (name)? everyone i love has died or moved on.”

a lump grows in your throat at the vulnerability in his voice. you turn to look at him, and brush a piece of his hair from his eye. his irises are watery and his lashes are wet. the last vestiges of life shine bright beneath his pale skin, shining as brightly as the sun above you. you do not know what else to say, other than “kiss me.”

he complies without question, cupping your face in one of his warm hands. his lips are slightly chapped, which is not surprising but, nevertheless, it sends a wave of warmth coursing through you, making you sigh and rest your head against his shoulder. his other hand comes up to tangle in your hair.

and, finally, you break the kiss, pulling apart reluctantly. you watch as kita wipes furiously at his tears with his sleeve, trying and failing to disguise the fact that he is crying. “i love you. stay with me.”

you nod, unable to refuse. the two of you lean in again, lips meeting in another gentle kiss, one that lasts a second or an hour. the sun has already started to lower in the sky, but your skin still prickles uncomfortably, turning the grass beneath your bare feet into a sticky mess. the smell of iron and smoke hangs heavy in the air, mingled with sweat and blood and the scent of the dried grass.

“i love you too, shin.”

you know it is now time.

for the last time, he closes his eyes and leans his forehead onto yours, sighing. the last breath you will ever know from him, as the wind whips around you both, carrying his next words away with it.

you let him go, and watch quietly as the sun sets below the horizon.

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rinslove · 2 years

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HQ BOYS AS TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS (with zero explanation)

warnings: none!

autumn's note: i might do halsey next you never know (or sabrina carpenter?? i have plenty for sabrina carpenter...)

# BOKUTO KOUTARO

# MIYA ATSUMU

# KITA SHINSUKE

# SAKUSA KIYOOMI

# USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

# TERUSHIMA YUUJI

# KUROO TETSUROU

# SUNA RINTAROU

# OIKAWA TOORU

# IWAZUMI HAJIME

i was unaware there was an audio limit shoot:

# UKAI KEISHIN

i knew you were trouble

# AKAASHI KEIJI

love story

#haikyuu imagines #akaashi imagine #ukai imagine #iwazumi imagines #oikawa imagines #suna imagines #kuroo imagines #terushima images #ushijima imagines #sakusa imagines #kita imagines #atsumu imagines #bokuto imagines #haikyuu x gn!reader #hq x reader #Spotify

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tsumus-babydoll · 2 years

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MASTERLIST

ハイキュー!!

work

drabble

atsumu

forever yours - m.

kissing him

fanfic

more to come

fluff

atsumu

family trip

smut

more to come

smau

more to come

pics

osamu & atsumu

on their way home - time skip

kita & osamu

cheering for japans team - time skip

created: 24th august 2022 last updated: 27th august 2022

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asmosnail · 2 years

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|𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙚|

-This is just a drabble bc I can't think of anyhting. Yeah

Ok so Inarizaki. Y'all just won a game and there was an afterparty, sure. Atsumu was acting a fool and Osamu gave up on calming him down. Everyone was having fun, even the first years were hyped up.

You wanted some peace and quiet, so you decided to scale the roof of the hotel the team was in while in Tokyo.

A cool drink was placed in your hands by Kita.

"It's not spiked, don't worry." He said as he sipped from his own cup.

"That's exactly what a drink spiker would say, Kita." Although you wouldn't have minded, everyone who knew Kita knew he wasn't one for alcohol.

"'Team is looking for you, (m/n). You were incredible today." Kita smiled softly, "You all were."

His expression turned serious as he rested his arms on the rooftop, the concrete just high enough to lean on and not fall forwards.

Consolation was never your strong suit. "You were great out there too, Kita."

He looked at you and scoffed, grinning.

"Don't flatter me, now. I barely stand out on the court to them."

You knew who 'they' were. Spectators. Coaches. Eyes peeled for the best and the brightest.

"But we couldn't have done it without you, Shinsuke." The use of his first name sent a quiet blush across his cheeks, yours as well, but hidden in the dark. You shifted closer to him as your head eventually rested on his arm, sighing in content.

The two of you looked out upon Tokyo in a comfortable silence.

#haikyuu!!#kita fluff #kita drabble #kita imagines #inarizaki #xkitashinsuke #kita shinsuke #drabble #why did i write this #why did i post this #not proofread #i made a mistake #i fixed it #my bad i guess #so sorry #ishouldproofread #xeveryone?#literally

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taeyamayang · 2 years

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HI PEA!! CONGRATULATIONS AGAIN ON 1K!!

ID LOVE TO JOIN YOUR EVENT :D

kita shinsuke from haikyuu, 7, 24, and 3

HOPE YOURE WELL!! <3

a/n: KAAAALE it's always lovely to see you here 🥰 and gosh kita shinsuke?? damn?? didn't know you simp tor him too. you are the primary reason why my feels for kita keep crawling back ngl i love it. i get a lil excited when i see a kita req. so thanks for joining!!

note: reader uses she/her pronouns. mentioned twice only. the verb tense is a bit confusing hsnebe sorry

• kita shinsuke ; there's only one bed trope with a twist ; romance ; strangers to lovers; fantasy ; soulmate-ish type

• "5 times Person A woke up without Person B and one time they woke up together."

• major character death

it began a few months ago, like sudden a glitch that came unexpectedly from nowhere. neithe4 the sky were not splitting apart nor the sun was not losing it's vibrant shine; it was an ordinary day. perhaps, the only outlier on that particular day is the heavy downpour despite the sunny weather forecast.

who would've thought that a change in weather, if that's the cause of it, will turn your fate around?

five nights and one night.

five nights without him and a night waking up in a stranger's bed. you have not seen him before, not acquainted, and never met a pair of sharp russet orbs, but out of the blue you find yourself in bed with him.

he was equally startled as you are, jumping to your feet as soon as sleep wears off. similarly to you, kita, the stranger, is not a heavy drinker so there is no way an alcohol-induced one night stand could have happened the night prior. in fact, he's a workaholic just like you. a night out at a bar cannot slip through his busy schedule.

the first three nights were baffling but as nights passed by, the two of you noticed the pattern and kita began to grow suspicious. he became hyperaware of his surroundings, observing every detail in his everyday encounters. at first, as a man of science, he concluded that you might be sleepwalking but that can't be the case since sleepwalkers only travel to places they have been toㅡyou first step your foot on Hyogo on the morning you woke up in his bed.

hence, you assured him that you have no existing diagnosis that stems to sleeping disorders. although left with no answer, kita proceeds to investigate.

"do you ever think that it's weird that i'm the only one between the two of us who is travelling all the way from my place to yours and not vice versa?" you ask, folding his blanket.

after countless nights waking up in his bed, the both of you have grown accustomed to it. kita even prepares himself on the night of your arrival. he makes sure to wear a decent pair of clothes to bed and to plan a breakfast to serve you the following morning.

"i though of that too." his morning voice rumbled, keeping his eyes stuck to the head of the bed as he pats on the used pillows.

"maybe we need each other." your voice was clear, reeling kita's attention. it may sould a bit over the line to say it since the only relationship you have with the him is the phenomenon, but something inside you urged your tongue to verbalize it, as if you're certain of it.

with the way kita shifted his gaze to you, lashes fluttering in lazy yet graceful manner, his face adorned with traces of sleep, and the morning sun lavishing life on his bare features you can't help but feel intimidated. you have never seen him in this lightㅡethereal and raw.

"i thought so too." his lips moved as his hoarse voice echoes in the room. for a moment you were struck by him. an uneasy yet comfortable feeling sits on your stomach as you generously let your eyes be fed by his ravishing appearance.

yet, a thought knocked on your consciousness.

have you seen him before?

"is that a tattoo?" he asked, popping your bubble. his brows furrowed lightly as he stared at your wrist at the side of your torso. he had not seen a tattoo that lights up and had never heard of an invention of that sort.

"i don't have a tattoo." you quickly shook your head, your fingers traced the spot where kita's eyes are at.

"you have something here." kita rolled a sleeve up then points at his inner wrist. albeit, your eyes round.

"you have a blue line in your inner wrist, lying parallel to your arms and it... glows." your were baffled, complete overthrown by amusement as you look at the image on his skin.

"i don't-" kita paused, brows crossing as he examines himself. his eyes rallied on his wrist and to yours. bitting his lower lip, he spoke. "i can see yours and you can see mine. this is not a coincidence."

right then, the atmosphere changed. somehow, without anyone of you admitting it, each of you are convinced that there's a special bond between the two of you. in between unraveling the mystery, the two of you kept your inbox active by throwing small talks back and forth. since then, you felt so much closer to him. you felt that you were more than just 'the girl who randomly woke up next to him'.

however, in a single morning everything turns around.

the day before it you both agreed to see each other at a café near your workplace but as minutes turn to hours, no sign of a farmer boy showed up. worry begins to stir your mind to overthink and as you become restless in your seat, you decide to head to his place.

just about two prefectures away from your hometown, you head to Hyogo for the first time. you won't forget his house as it is the place you spend one morning each week.

as you are about to rap knocks on the front door of his humble home, the sound of crunchy leaves meeting with the sole of a boots perk your ears up. turning your attention to the sudden noise, instantly, your eyes lock.

"goodafternoon, do you need anything?" he says, holding a sack of rice in one hand.

"shin-, kita."

"yes, that's me and you're here for?"

"we are supposed to meet at the café this afternoon. did you forget?" the clueless look on his face as you said those words send warmth to your face. you weren't imagining it, right?

"i'm sorry but..." kita shoots you a smile. "i don't know you."

if there's one place where you want to be at this secondㅡit is the ground beneath you. you wish for the earth to swallow you whole as embarrassment, confusion, and fright clouds your mind.

you take a step back, mouth ajar as you stare blankly at the farmer boy. he might have called for you to come back or ask your name when you immediately ran away, but your sense of hearing have grown numb. you couldn't hear his voice nor the sound of nature around you.

you went back to your place, completely rattled by what happened. your fingers coil around the strands of your hair as you slid down to the floor. the only way to know what's going on is to sleep. tomorrow is the 6th day, the morning you wake up next to him.

you should wake up next to him.

kita grows impatient waiting for you at the front door of the café near your workplace. prior this afternoon, you sent him a message informing that your work ended early. instead of waiting for him at the café hours before the meeting time, you told him that you'll be at your apartment. but as the sun gradually meets with the horizon, kita becomes aggitated standing outside the café. the time consumed travelling from your apartment to the café only takes a couple of minutes. he glances on his wrist watch and realizes that more than two hours have passed. right then, for no clear reason, he felt his heart drop. worry sets in and before he knows it he's on his way to your place.

you mentioned your address to him before. he remembers it being on the third floor of an apartment blocks away from your workplace. kita strides through the staircase and finds himself standing before a wooden door. he has never set foot at your apartment as it has always been the other way around.

just as he was about to rap knocks on your frontdoor, an old lady with a handkerchief tied around her head appears by the door. she holds a white envelope in one hand and a large plastic bag on the other.

"goodafternoon, young man. do you need anything?" the old lady greets him. her wrinkles cover her face as she grins at him teethless.

"room 305, Mitsui Building?" kita asks to confirm.

"yes, this is it and you're here for?"

"the person that lives there."

"oh! she's not here yet. i'm cleaning the apartment before she arrives. the new tenant is a bit of a perfectionist, the owner said." the old lady gushes as she crinkles her nose in a playful manner. on the other hand, kita is muddled over with what she said.

"i believe she has lived here for years. she told me, (y/n), i mean, and never mentioned about moving out."

"oh. you don't know?" the old lady's cheerful disposition washes over her face. she speaks. "then you must be him and this must be for you."

the old lady hands him the white sealed envelope in hand. at the back of it is his name, handwritten as if it was addressed to him. kita quickly tears the the side of the rectangular envelope and fishes out a torn out page from a notebook. he unfolds the letter and reads it with his eyes.

"i'd die for you a thousand times but in our next lifetime, please remember my face, my love.

-(y/n)"

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kleftiko · 9 months

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❦ ASKING THEM FOR A BABY

cw: mature themes, fem!reader, pregnancy, language cause i got a potty mouth

yes, there are boys in multiple spots lol

KUROKO NO BASKET

♡ automatic response is: “we’ll stop by the store tomorrow, m’kay?” before he realizes what you said and completely shuts down imagining the two of you raising a child

— akaashi, iwaizumi, kageyama, hinata, kenma

♡ suggests ‘practise’ rounds, cause he’s a horny bastard, then probably develops a breeding kink from said ‘practise’ rounds lol

— kuroo, atsumu, suna, tendo

♡ whips out the scrapbook he’s been working on with baby names, colours for the nursery, recipes for soft foods, and clothing catalogs: major baby fever

— oikawa, bokuto, kita, ushijima (i find this hilarious)

♡ has a mature conversation with you about what you both want that leads into soft and passionate lovemaking (bow chicka bow wow)

— osamu, sakusa, daichi, kita, akaashi, ushijima, tsukishima

bonus:

♡ probably accidentally knocked you up anyway

— bokuto, atsumu, tendo

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cottonlemonade · 1 month

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Insatiable

warnings: mdni, nsfw

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I strongly believe that Kita has his sexual awakening when he starts dating you.

It takes quite a while before he kisses you deeper than a simple peck but once he does he is like “wait a minute.” and absolutely can’t stop anymore. Doesn’t want to stop anymore.

He starts to stare intensely at you during lectures not even paying attention to the professor because he could be kissing you right now. Why was he wasting his time with higher education?!

Once you guys take it a bit further and he knows what it’s like to eat you out, his mind goes blank and it’s becoming quite a problem. Usually you guys study together and he loves to tutor you but now you pretty much have to do all your reading horizontally because he politely asks if he may eat your pussy while quizzing you.

To be the most efficient lover he starts reading books and articles (and even sinks as low as to ask Atsumu because for some reason the men and women on campus just seem to fall for him left, right and center).

When it’s finally time for Kita to make love to you for the first time he turns primal. He grabs your love handles that he usually squeezes so tenderly when laying between your heavenly plush thighs and snaps his hips forward, burying his hard leaking cock as deep into you as he would the seeds on his fields.

He will from then on come up behind you when you are looking for a book in the library or when you are making dinner for you two, wrap his arms lovingly around your squishy form, maybe set a soft kiss against your temple, and with his usual calm manner, almost innocently, ask if he can fuck make love to you again like this morning.

You have no idea where this sweet, collected man hid all his urges when you met because Kita, once unleashed, is insatiable and you love it.

#I’m supposed to be working rn 🥲#kita x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #kita smut #kita x reader #kita shinsuke #haikyuu kita #haikyuu smut #chubby reader #kita imagine #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x curvy reader #haikyuu x plus size reader #haikyuu x you

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satorisoup · 1 month

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PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER .ᐟ

ft. hq boys and their acts of intimacy <3

cw : fluff + sfw. timeskip! setting. mentions of bathing together.

ᰔ BOKUTO + BUBBLE BATHS

even though he may be a little too burly to fit comfortably with you in the tub, and it takes a couple minutes to get situated without getting squashed, bokuto loves to bathe with you. he enjoys running the warm water, not too hot, not too cold, but just right. he’ll mix in a nice scented soap that makes bubbles rise high in the bathtub, lavender and citrus you can smell in the mist of your bathroom. he’ll hold your hands under the water, and maybe splash you a couple times, but he shows he cares with the delicate touches he leaves on your skin as he washes away the worries of the world with a sponge of suds. he’ll lather your hair in your favorite shampoo, careful to not snag any knots, and rinse the strands with such gentleness you can barely even feel it. and when you’re all done, he’ll wrap you in a warm towel, snug and clean while he kisses your damp cheeks with a huge smile.

ᰔ KITA + FLOWERS

kita vowed that when he started dating you, he would never allow a week to go by without your vase being filled with a new bouquet. he’ll come home to you, new flowers wrapped in the palm of his hands as he kisses you hello. he loves the the way you get excited, eyes twinkling at the delicate petals and floral scent as you thank him over and over. he’ll watch you with a fond smile as you carefully take them in your grasp, setting them into a pretty vase that makes your home light up with color. he won’t let you see the flowers die, always keeping one for himself so he knows when it’s time to replace them. he’ll always tell you the meaning of the bouquet he got, or leave a pretty note tied around the stems. he buys a different type of flower every time, because he knows you’ll enjoy the variety. he adores you just as much as you adore the beautiful flowers.

ᰔ ATSUMU + MASSAGING YOU

atsumu has talented hands from years of playing volleyball, and he puts them to good use when you complain that you’re sore. he’ll knead at the expanse of your skin, smiling to himself as you sigh in content. he’ll rub away the tiredness of your muscles, gentle but calculated touches everywhere you could need. he likes to hold your hands in his, massaging from your fingers all the way up to your arms, and back down to your hands again. he’ll lay your sock-clad feet in his lap, squeezing and rubbing the ache away with his fingers. he’ll sit you on his lap, massaging the discomfort of your cramping shoulders until your melting into his touch. he won’t be rough, making sure his touch is tender and soft while he works the knots out. he kindly kisses your skin when he’s done, and feels that it’s a mission accomplished when you tell him you feel much better.

ᰔ OSAMU + FEEDING YOU

as long as osamu is around, you will always have a full plate. he’s always in the kitchen, a small and sacred book of his ma’s recipes standing proud on an easel. you don’t remember the last time you’ve heard your stomach grumble, because he’s already sliding a bowl your way. he loves how domestic it feels, to use the recipes he once enjoyed as a kid and serve them to you on a silver platter. he likes that you’re his personal taste tester, giving him a thumbs up with full cheeks as you chew. when your sick, he’ll insist on feeding you, hot spoon of soup between his fingers, his hand cusped at the bottom to catch any that falls. he’ll wake you up in the early mornings to tell you the food is ready, and sometimes surprise you with breakfast in bed. he’ll kiss your chubbed cheeks as you munch on one of his special onigiris, and ask you if you want another until your belly is full.

ᰔ AKAASHI + READING TO YOU

akaashi enjoys reading to you every chance he gets. a book held in the palms of his hands, licking his thumb every time he turns the page. he’ll have you curled up to his side, or sat between his legs, as he reads aloud the words imprinted on the page. he’ll add emotion to his voice at the important parts, and he’ll glance at your face to see your reaction. his voice is soft and soothing as he reads, occasionally moving his hand towards your hair to gently caress the top of your head. when it’s nighttime, he reads to you almost as if it’s a bedtime story, bedside lamp warming the room with it’s light as he flips through the pages. chapter after chapter he brings you closer to sleep, pages like a lullaby of prompts and fiction. he’ll pause when he notices your reactions have gone silent, breathing evened out as you lulled into a quiet slumber. he’ll smile as he puts a bookmark between the spine, already anticipating tomorrow when he can continue to read you the next chapter.

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