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noosayog · 2 months
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001 an innocent valentine ft. kita shinsuke
wc: 500
valentine's masterlist, regular masterlist
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“Who do you think it’s for?” 
“Definitely not Atsumu.” 
“Hey! I’m a great catch, for your information-” 
“Yeah, right.” 
“Shh! They’re coming back!” 
“Put it away-”
“Zip it up-”
“What do you think you’re all doing?” 
The voice of the Inarizaki manager rings from above the second-year trio, Atsumu, Osamu, and Rintaro, caught red-handed rifling through your bag, a neatly wrapped box of chocolates pinched between their trespassing fingers. 
“Nothing!” they all say at once, dropping the box and standing at attention. 
You smack each of the three upside the head with the notebook you have in your hand. “Go back to practicing.” 
“Awwww, c’mon manager. At least give us something. Who’re those for?” Atsumu asks. 
You give him a look before fishing the box out of your bag and calling for Aran. 
“Aran! Here!” you call, chucking the box at him. “Happy Valentine’s.” 
Aran catches it easily, stuffing it in the pocket of his volleyball sweater. “Thank you.” 
“It was for Aran-kun?!” 
“Since when did you two start dating?” 
“Did ya see the way he was so nonchalant about it?!” 
“Big words for ya, ‘Tsumu.”
“Huh?! Ya picking a fight?!” 
“Hey!” you yell. “Shut up and hold out your hands.” 
They obediently stick their hands out. You drop 3 boxes, identical to the one thrown at Aran moments ago, into their waiting palms. 
With one last smack to each of their shoulders, they scurry off back to their drills, satisfied now that they’ve each received their own little prizes. They make it back onto the court just in time for Kita to return from speaking to the club advisor. 
“Hope they didn’t give ya too much trouble today.” 
“Nah,” you say. “They’re troublesome and a bit stupid, but it’s alright.” You look up at your boyfriend, swinging your joined hands and appreciating his thumb rubbing calm patterns along your cold fingers. 
“Yer hands are cold,” he says simply, stopping to wrap his scarf around your neck before joining your hands together again. 
“Thanks,” you breathe, inhaling deeply. 
The rest of the walk home flies by in comfortable silence, the hand held in his staying pleasantly warm even in the late-winter chill. At the entrance of your house, he lets go of your hands, smiling and nodding for you to go in. He stays to watch, making sure you’re in safely before leaving, as he does every day. 
When you stare at him, he tilts his head. “What’s wrong?” 
You laugh quietly. “You didn’t think I made chocolate for all those chuckleheads and not you, did you?” 
He rubs the back of his neck, blushing lightly. “I was looking forward to it, " he admits sheepishly. “But I don’t mind if ya don’t have anything for me. Just being able to be with ya like this makes me plenty happy.” 
You dig into your pockets to pull out a box just for him. It’s wrapped much more elaborately than the others are, with his name in curly, hand-written calligraphy. Instead of tossing it to him, as you did for the others, you hold the box out with two hands. 
“Will you accept my chocolate, Shin?” 
Kita smiles. The warmth rushes all the way through your body. 
“Of course. I’d be happy to.” 
He takes the box, undoing the ribbon and pops one into his mouth. “It’s good,” he says. 
“I’m glad,” you respond. You reach up on your tiptoes to press a lingering kiss into his cheek. 
“See you tomorrow, Shin.” 
“Tomorrow,” he nods.
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alaboadoa · 4 months
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a place to call home — k. shinsuke
one bed + childhood rivals/friends to lovers
synopsis. "be kind, shinsuke." that's what yumie always told her grandson. and he would live by those words—even if it meant sleeping on the floor every weekend.
wc. ~2k
— for @mastering-procrastinating & an anon bff! 🫶 | event masterlist ✉️
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The day after Kita Shinsuke turns six years old, the vacant house across the street suddenly springs to life with occupants.
His life spirals from being humble and quiet to chaotic in 24 hours. Suddenly, he's responsible for taking care of the bratty kid next door even though they're his age. His bedtime gets thrown out the window because he needs to chase them down to get them to brush their teeth, and his dinner always has some suspiciously missing elements that he never finds.
You become the centerpiece of his entire existence—a floating memory in every crevice of his mind.
Kita hears your laughter in the songs of his childhood; feels your hands roughly pushing him and dragging him around by the wrist; smells the minty toothpaste he forcefully shoved into your mouth after finally catching up to you. 
It seems as though you and him were born to be polar opposites. Where he climbs you stumble. Where he sits quietly at the dinner table, you have a never-ending stream of anecdotes to tell Granny (even though half of them are greatly exaggerated—he was literally there to witness it). Where he behaves like a normal child, you can't even sit still during storytime in class.
However, your differences do little to remove you from his life. Where he goes, you go.
It's a consequence of growing up thirty meters from your front door and having you over when your parents suddenly uproot to go on week-long business trips.
And he wouldn't care so much, really, if it weren't for the fact that Granny had equal amounts of love to go around. That, and he would have to sleep on the floor whenever you came around.
For someone so disciplined and grounded, Kita Shinsuke was an envious child. He hated having you in his home, because it meant that his beloved Granny had to split her attention between the two of you. Because she would always tuck you in before him. Because you were louder, more needy, more everything. Because he often woke up with back pains at the ripe age of six years old.
When Kita turns eight, he finally bubbles over.
You're on the swings behind one of your friends, standing on the back of the seat and clinging to the chains. You're being careless, and he would be remiss if you were to hurt yourself.
"Get down from there," he scolds, standing in front of the swing set to stop you from continuing.
"Make me!" You exclaim back, childishly sticking out your tongue and rocking the swing back and forth, gesturing to your friend to keep going.
"Stop."
He comes up behind you and tugs at your shirt, making you wobble.
"Quit it, Shin!"
"You'll hurt yourself!"
He convinces himself that he only cares so much because Granny would have to spend more time with you to patch you up if you fell, and not because he would hate to see your snotty, crying face.
No, it doesn't make his heart squeeze. Not even a little.
Eventually, you end up face first in the wood chips anyway, with Kita hovering over you looking guilty as ever. He hadn't meant to pull you off so roughly, nor had he meant for you to land on the ground like that.
Oh. Why does it hurt him so much?
That night, you don't sleep in his room.
You end up tucked into Granny's bed instead, down the hall. He misses your presence—he even ends up on the floor though the bed is empty for him to take.
He blinks up at the space where you should be and feels bitterness swelling in his throat. 
"Shin." His Granny calls softly when she eventually comes into his room. She doesn't sound the least bit angry, but he still aches with nothing but guilt.
"M'sorry." He knows the apology should be for you, but you couldn’t even look him in the eye over dinner.
His Granny only sighs, kneeling down beside his futon with a tired huff. A reminder of her age. He only feels worse.
"Be kind, Shinsuke."
"I'm tryin'," he argues weakly.
She's silent for a pause before she carefully tucks the silver hair from his eyes.
"You'd be lonely too if I were gone all the time, eh?"
"..."
Kita pulls the covers closer to his chin. Yes, he was aware there was a reason you were always here. There was a reason your house was devoid of life despite being filled with furniture. There was a reason you wanted Granny to love you so much, cementing in the gaps where your parents were always absent.
Did you ever want him to love you like that, too?
The next night, he sits you down on the edge of the tub with no complaints. And he's surprised that you accept the toothbrush into your mouth so easily, no resistance and no qualms like you usually have.
He sees the tired defeat in your eyes, feels the awkward tension in the bathroom, and guides your hand to the end of the brush so you can do it yourself.
"I'm sorry," he tells you without elaborating. You never need him to. (When you reminisce about this day, you sometimes laugh to yourself. You always did love how straightforward he was.)
His words are followed by a tense hug, his hands holding your head against his tummy. The brush stops moving in your mouth as you hug him back.
It dawns on him then: he's just as much of a kid as you are—feeling something as petty as jealousy when all you needed was a hug.
One day, he swears, he'll make it up to you. And he'll be nicer, too. It's the least he can do if he's all the company you have until your parents return.
Be kind, Shinsuke. That's what Yumie always told her grandson. And he would live by those words—even if it meant sleeping on the floor every weekend.
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The day after Kita Shinsuke turns twenty-two years old, your apartment floods.
Of course he's the first one there, helping you move what you could salvage from the apartment into suitcases and onto the back of his truck. Of course he's the one to offer a place to stay, because if not him, then who else? And of course he's the one who holds you when you're stressing about what to do and where to go, hand firmly on your back as he lets you snot on his shirt like you've done since you were six.
For a brief moment, it feels as though he's just a little kid again with you making a mess of the home he grew up in.
Well, mess is a stretch—you've infinitely matured since starting food wars with him over dinner, but the point stands when he ends up helping you with an assignment. It had been pushed to the backburner with everything going on, whilst you were moving essentially everything you owned into his house as if you paid rent there.
He should have known that some things never change.
"I can't believe you kicked me out onto the floor."
Kita shuffles in the comfort of his duvet, resting atop his mattress. He stares at you with honey brown eyes swimming in conflict from the bed.
You curl tighter into a ball on the futon. And he knows this ploy—knows that you're trying to guilt trip him into swapping places with you. You've always been manipulative when it came to him, and god-forbid he be anything but an angel to you. (Because his Granny told him to, not for any other reason at all.)
"M'not the one who made a bet they couldn't win."
Words straight and cutting as ever, like a blade through your heart. You pout childishly, rolling over so that your back is turned to him.
It was your idea to challenge him when he said you were on your phone too much while working. It was your idea to be a brat and defiantly say that you could finish your assignment by midnight. It was your idea to bet this all on the most beloved yet war-inducing place in the entire house: Kita's bed.
It's hardly his fault that you got distracted with YouTube.
"I hate you, Shin."
"No y’don't."
"I do."
"No. You don't."
"Okay fine, I don't, but can we please swap now? It's freezin’ down here."
He can practically hear the pout still engraved into your face right now. And it takes every ounce of fight in him not to give into you with the snap of a finger. To argue back and list a million reasons why he should be allowed in his own bed.
Yet here he is, slipping out of the sheets almost instantly and crouching down beside the futon. He shakes your shoulder.
"Fine. Get goin' before I change my mind."
Any resolve left in his body melts away when you shoot upright with a bright smile, victorious as ever.
Sometimes you made it hard for him to imagine why he cared about you at all. You were too sly for your own good. How could he ever deny such a smile? It's not fair.
You scurry into his bed instantly, making yourself comfortable where you have hundreds of times before. "You should make sure I'm comfy. I am a guest in your house, y’know?"
Yes, Kita knows this all too well. You're trying to provoke him, to see how far you can push him until he breaks. Stubborn and obedient, he reaches down to slowly pull the blanket over your body.
There's a pause from you as he drapes you in warmth, blinking up at him dumbly as if you weren’t expecting him to do so without complaint.
"I'm..." You seem to choke on your own words, silently contemplating whether or not you should push further. "My face is still cold."
His hands hold your face instantly, warming your cheeks skin-to-skin. You stare at him with wide eyes, looking so surprised that he wonders if what he's doing is a mistake. But then your hands gently cover his, and you tug him closer until his knee is sinking down on the mattress beside you.
"M'super cold."
"It's twenty-two degrees in here," he informs you flatly.
You make a face, nose slightly scrunched in thought and brows pinched. It's such a troubled expression that he can't help but scoot a little closer.
He's being kind, that's all. He's just making sure you're okay as a friend. No, not even a friend—an obligatory companion. The lifelong thorn in his side. The reason why his back still aches some days.
Be kind, Shinsuke.
When did being kind turn into this? Into moving involuntarily, into having a second nature response to you? Into a stubborn body only movable by one soul, one voice, one pair of hands?
"Keep me warm, Shin."
He gives in to your whims without reason, without logic or hesitation. You are the sole person able to break down any semblance of routine that's been methodically coded into his muscles.
He doesn't get you, perhaps he never would. He would never completely understand your wishes, or how your cheeks were so cold yet burning hot at the same time, or why he was submitting to you so easily.
The only thing he knows is that you are still somehow the centerpiece of his life, dancing in the middle of it all like a black hole sucking in everything else; the whirlpool swirling in the center of calm waters; the supernova of his galaxy.
"...'Kay."
Maybe he doesn't need a reason to care about you. Maybe your very existence is reason enough. And he’s okay with that for once in his life. He had never been the type to go with the flow, but your hands are dragging up his neck and pulling his body onto the mattress.
That night, you both fall asleep in the bed.
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lowkeyremi · 20 days
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Haikyuu men as fathers pt. 5
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Ft. Ushijima, Kita, Kyotani and Asahi
Note: The age range of the kids will differ for each character but it’s from babies up til like 17 or 18. Bringing this series back for someone who requested Kita :3 @warriordemigosworld
content: Indication of pregnancy, relationships, marriage, certain styles of parenting, etc
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Ushijima Wakatoshi
When you arrive home you're met with the sight of both your husband and your baby girl knocked out on the couch. Her little head is resting upon his chest, her small hand curled up in a fist too.
You can see the drool on his shirt from her little lips. She's just so tiny and he's so big. Whenever you'd post them on your social media the first thing people comment on is the size difference. They always talk about how soft and gentle he is with his baby girl for such a big man.
Wakatoshi seems to notice your staring because his olive eyes open looking around for a second before they meet yours.
"Looks like you two had a good time." A smirk graces your lips. He chuckles quietly, rubbing her back when she starts to stir awake.
"She wanted to play animals so I dressed up as a tiger for her. She insisted that she should paint my face to make me look the part." Oh. So that's why his face is orange with smears of black on it.
"I'm guessing she was a baby tiger?" Your little girl's face was also colored in orange and black face paint.
"Precisely." Wakatoshi watches as you pull out your phone and snap a few pics.
"I'm sure Grandma and Papa would want to see what you two were up to today." He nods, a small smile gracing his face.
Wakatoshi is the kind of parent to let his child experience little moments that make them happy
He doesn't limit their imagination as his mother tried too when he was younger because of his left-handedness
GENTLE GIANTTTTTTT
He doesn't enjoy singing but he will hum his baby to sleep
When his baby was little he would always have her sleep on his chest which is why she's so used to it (i love his chest....)
all in all ushi is such a good dad
Kita Shinsuke
You were watching as Shinsuke and your little boy were out in the rice fields. There were two cold glasses of water waiting for them when they came back.
They had matching hats and overalls; the whole thing. Shinsuke insisted his six year old should be interested in little boy stuff like playing and discovering the world, but your little boy wanted to help his daddy out in the fields.
So of course, Shinsuke would show him how to do basic things around the rice fields. He made his son a mini bag of rice to carry since the normal bags are way too heavy for a six year old.
Little giggles escape your lips watching the two of them haul the bags of rice toward his truck.
"Are you helping daddy out?" You ask recording him.
"Yep! I'm almost as strong as daddy is!" To prove his point he flexes his little muscles.
"Oh wow!! You are super strong." Shinsuke chuckles too. He's sweating up a storm, wiping his forehead every few minutes.
"Do my two favorite boys want to come take a water break?" Your husband is grateful for your observation skills, he could use some water.
Your son looks to his father waiting to see what he says. The little boy admires his father with his life.
"Yeah let's get some water, bud." Shinsuke scoops up his son causing the little boy much joy.
Kita is very stern with his kids, he likes order (which is why they have so much respect for him)
Almost never breaks the rules like if there's not supposed to be any sweets before bed he'll listen to the rules even if his kids beg and beg
He teaches them to be honest hard working children (just like how he was when he used to help his grandma clean)
There are fun days too, he'll take them to amusement parks and such.. only for good behavior though
lmaoo I think he looks a little scary to other kids, so when he's chaperoning at field trips and stuff none of the kids (even the most mischievous ones) dare to act up
he's always taking his kiddos to onigiri miya because they always talk about how much they "love their uncle samu's food!!"
if they show any interest in volleyball he takes them to see the red falcons (aran) or the black jackals (atsumu) they always think it's the coolest thing ever
Kyotani Kentaro
The screaming match going on downstairs didn't concern you in the slightest.
Your husband and your daughters do this at least once a day, which is why you're still laying in bed minding your own business.
"IF YOU DON'T DO YOUR PROJECT YOU'LL FAIL!" Kentaro yelled at his ten year old daughter. She was; in your opinion a carbon copy of her father.
"I DON'T WANT TO!!! IT'S BORING-UHHHHHH." She drags out the last syllable, causing a giggle to leave your lips.
"WELL LET'S GO SEE WHAT YOUR MOM HAS TO SAY ABOUT IT." You pretend to sleep as the three of them stomp up the stairs to see what you have to say.
"[name], your child won't-" when he notices that you're "sleeping" he shushes his children and walks them out of the room.
You hear a mumbled, "Will you do it if I help you?"
The older daughter of yours agrees with her father's suggestion. The younger one has no clue what's going on but she wants to be included too. So, she also hums in agreement.
He communicates his love through snarky comments and eye rolls
Doesn't find them annoying, just could use a break sometimes
He thought being a dad would be a piece of cake.. imagine his surprise when he changes his first poopy diaper
Scary dog privileges still apply; no one dares to look at his kids wrong, much less try to hurt them
He girls think it's funny that he's "bald"
Will NEVER admit it but he is a girl dad
Azumane Asahi
"I think I'm gonna be sick, babe, what if we don't find him?" Asahi asks tugging in your shirt sleeve. This isn't your best parenting moment; your little boy is lost somewhere inside this huge Costco. Your son who's eight insisted he'd go grocery shopping with you even though he was probably gonna complain after ten minutes about his legs hurting.
Of course your husband wanted to tag along. He enjoys family bonding and he saw this grocery trip as an opportunity to execute it. The two of you had gotten so caught up in conversation that you didn't even realize your son went missing for maybe four or five minutes? You hope it was only that long.
"Ren! Where are you honey?!" You yell out, not too loud so it's not fairly obvious of your failure as a parent but loud enough that he could hear you and follow the sound of your voice.
To make matters worse he has his nintendo switch that his eyes are probably glued to.
"Oh baby, what.. what if someone takes him?" Asahi's voice sounds horrified. Little seeds of insecurity make their way into your brain, but you must keep strong because your husband is absolutely losing his shit.
"Management on aisle twenty-seven, we have a child climbing the racks." You two give each other a knowing look. That sounds 100% like something your son would do.
"You stay here with the basket, I'll go get him." Asahi says leaving no room for argument when he runs off to get his child.
Within a few minutes he returns with Ren. Asahi's confused by the way you giggle, but you find it cute how his man bun was undone, most likely from running fast.
"Man, I haven't ran that fast since high scho-"
"Dad you need to work out more!!" Naive little Ren says, causing his father to sigh loudly with a cheeky smile.
"And you," you say pointing to the little boy in question, "need to stay where mom and dad can see you. Are we clear?"
He nods in a respectful manner.
"Now let's finish shopping.. as a family."
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loveephia · 1 year
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kita shinsuke, who has the most kissable cheeks ever. his cheeks are shaped like giant baos; white, smooth, and most importantly, fluffy. you have to resist the urge to bite them sometimes in fear of hurting the poor boy.
when you're watching him write, the shape of his cheek is so round that you can't help but plant a big kiss on it. the "mwuah!" sound you make is clear. the pearly smile on your face is one kita finds adorable, even when he looks at you confused.
you use this to your advantage and plant a kiss on the other cheek. kita still hasn't said a word, so you sigh before cupping his face in the palm of your hands.
"kita, why are you so cute?" you complain, stretching his cheeks. kita smiles a bit. "i don't know what you're talking about, dear."
on days where kita seems more relaxed than usual, you risk it and give him a loving "nom" to the cheek.
"ow."
"..sorry."
silence.
then you go and bite the other cheek.
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pinktrouble · 2 years
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kitashousewife · 7 months
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you started dating kita shinsuke your second year of high school.
you met him at the beginning of the school year when you asked him for help with your math homework. he happily obliged, and by the end of it he had earned your phone number.
the next few weeks were filled with late nights texting each other, talking about nothing at all. you learned his favorite color, and you told him about your favorite songs. he asked you to be his girlfriend a month after.
that was eight years ago. red is still his favorite color, and he still has your favorite songs on his playlist.
the first two years of your relationship was filled with tests, study sessions under his grandma’s blossom tree, and many volleyball matches. you never missed a game, not even the far away ones. always in the crowd to cheer him on while he gave you a small smile, ears red and cheeks pink.
kita picked you up for your first date in a old farm truck. you heard him coming yards away as the engine hummed through the neighborhood. the paint chipped and exhaust sputtering as he parked in the driveway, palms a little sweaty as he fixed his hair in the rear view. he about jumped out of his skin when he saw that you were already at his door. he still drives that truck, using it for chores and deliveries, but you’ll never say no to a ride when he asks.
that same truck got the two of you into trouble. the sound alone made it almost impossible to stay out late, cutting sneaky last minute kisses on your front porch short. one particular night, you had begged your mom to let you stay out late, to which she agreed as long as you were home by midnight. at 11:59, in a fit of giggles, the two of you came racing into the driveway.
kita pulled you in for a kiss, only to be illuminated by the the kitchen light flicking on. you jumped out of the truck, running into the house with a dopey grin on your face while you made up an excuse to your mom, blaming non existent traffic for slowing you down.
kita wasn’t off the hook either that night. gran heard him coming from down the road, waiting for him in her rocker with raised eyebrows.
after graduation, the two of you spent every moment you could together. delivering kita snacks while he worked in the fields, having picnics under the stars, even joining his friends on trips to the lake.
when it was time to head to university, kita was the first to offer to help you pack. he calmed your nerves and dried your tears, promising to be there for you whenever you needed.
he called you every day while you were at university, even traveling to see you between holidays.
after you got your degree, gran so graciously offered to let you live with her. your family had moved away, and you couldn’t bear to be away from kita any longer. you spent your days at work, only to come home and enjoy dinner cooked by gran with the man who had your entire heart.
as if you had any more to give, kita asked for the rest of your heart at the end of harvest a couple years ago, proposing with a family ring that he had been saving. you could only nod as tears streamed down your face, being spun around under the evening sun. kita didn’t even change, still wearing the work pants and stained t shirt, dusty boots and sun hat that he donned earlier that morning. he couldn’t wait any longer.
your wedding was everything you could have imagined. full of friends and family, dancing and food. kita spent weeks with his friends fixing up the yard, making it fit for a queen and her king on their big day. lights hung from the trees, flowers from your garden littering the grass and tables, all while your friends laughed and sang along to soundtrack to your love.
three years later, you and kita sit in the back yard after dinner in an attempt to cool off after a long day preparing for harvest. the summer sun hung low in the air while you filled kita in on the phone call you had with your mother.
“she found a few boxes of my things,” you sighed. “stuff from school, photos and things. i told her to set them aside.”
“anything good?” kita’s back is on the grass, and his feet are flat on the ground. the knees of his pants are soiled brown from the fields.
“photo albums, note books, random odds and ends i think. i’ll grab them from her eventually,” you pick at the blades of grass at your feet. “i’m sure we could have a good laugh at some of them.”
your husbands mud stained hand comes to rest on your thigh.
“do ya remember when i first brought ya home to gran?”
you smile. it was an absolute disaster.
“i thought i would never be welcomed back,” you laugh, and kita snorts.
“she loves ya too much,” he closes his eyes as you play with his hands. “what did ya break again? a plate?”
“a drinking glass,” you nod. the memory is as vivid as ever. you had offered to help with dinner, but while you were turning to grab a hot pad you ended up knocking a drinking glass off of the counter. you apologized over and over, no matter how much gran waved you off and assured you that it wasn’t a big deal. i’ve got a cupboard full of them, she said.
“ya know what she told me after i dropped ya off that night?”
“bubble wrap her next time?”
“no,” he playfully flicks your leg. “she said how much she liked ya, how she thought ya had great manners. she loved how sweet ya were too,” he says. “gran told me that night that i would never be bored with ya,”
you grin. “and gave you been bored?”
“not recently,” he teases. “i have never been bored with you. i love sharin’ this life with ya, no matter what we’re doin’,” he sits up next to you and wraps his arm around you.
“even dishes?” you rest your head on his shoulder and he chuckles. as long as you’ve known him, that’s been his least favorite chore.
“even dishes,” he nods and takes a sip from his glass. “do ya wanna go for a drive?”
you eye his truck, still as faded and beat up as the first time you saw it. except of course for the scratch on the tailgate from when you tried to drive it for the first time.
“always, shin. where are we heading tonight?” you dust off your legs and his before you walk towards the driveway.
“i didn’t have anywhere in mind,” he opens the door for you, as always, shutting it before walking to the drivers side. “is that alright?”
“it’s perfect,” you look out towards the fields, now slightly golden from the sinking sun. the irrigation sprinklers would be going off soon. “maybe we can stop by gran. i have some things from the garden to give her,”
kita nods, placing his hand on your thigh. the middle seat between the two of you won’t be empty for long. usually after a few minutes, you slide over to sit right next to him.
the two of you pull out of the driveway and down the road, taking in the farm land around you. rows and rows of corn, grass, wheat, and rice. some fields of livestock, some empty for the season. kita drives with one hand, and you can’t help but smile when the light catches his sparkling wedding band as it shines against his tan fingers.
you don’t know how you got so incredibly lucky all of those years ago. you’ve never wanted anyone else. no matter what, no matter where, you’re always going to choose kita. the man who holds your bags for you, picks you a flower on his walk from the fields, the man who has a polaroid of you on the dash of his truck.
the man who has loved you fully from the start.
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kairiscorner · 5 months
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Hey! I'm sorry, I saw you wanted Haikyuu requests and my brainrot is plaguing me with this though.
Ok so, imagine with me: You are dating Asahi or Kita and whereas he is calm at times. You are the complete opposite! You're basically climbing walls, biting him and sometimes jumping on him at random times.
I'm sorry I just love the idea of a calm man and feral partner or maybe it's just self indulgent
OMGGGGGGG YES PLEASE, THEY'RE MY DARLINGS AND THEY WOULD BE ABSOLUTELY SMITTEN WITH A PARTNER LIKE THAT IMO also i'm sorry i defaulted the reader to be fem, this just struck me as a wonderful idea to make pt 2 of "his girl"! though i will give them they/them pronouns, unless you'd like for me to change it!
his girl. (part 2)
summary: nobody would have thought that your chaotic ass could be dealt with; well, one can only be surprised at the fact that he's able to be the mediator to your chaos... or, rather, the enabler (sometimes!) he just can't say no to you, his cute little partner.
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* ੈ✩‧₊˚ asahi azumane
many would be surprised to see this mature looking high school third year, a giant of a high school third year, actually having a soft heart underneath all his muscles and intimidating looks. he was just the sweetest, and you could vouch for it—because he really had a hard time saying no to you and your antics.
sure, you were smaller than him (and the much cuter one in the relationship, in his eyes) though you were like a firecracker; going off whenever everyone least expected it and just doing what you wanted at any given time.
sugawara and daichi were always worrying for the big man, he was responsible, though when handling you, he'd melt into a big puddle of shyness and utter affection whenever you'd peck a kiss on his cheek or give him a hug. you could never keep your hands off him, to the point that when you were being so clingy to him one time, he came into practice looking all bashful, with you riding on his back, gently biting at his reddening cheeks that just kept blushing due to how cute and loving you were being to him.
he can never get used to how much love your smaller self had for him, he can't take all the love you could give, though he was always willing to take it all and give you all of his love for you. you always surprised him with how hyper you could be, but that was part of the wonderful, lovable package that was you.
"i know, they can get... a bit too much sometimes, but i love them like that, and that'll never change." he'd gush to sugawara and daichi, to which they'd nod and sigh. 'he's completely smitten with them, isn't he?'
* ੈ✩‧₊˚ shinsuke kita
to faze kita is to be an absolutely feral person that nobody, not even the miya twins, could rival in having the most ridiculous antics; and that person was... of course, you. he was a straightforward, seemingly perfect, honors student; the no-nonsense captain of inarizaki's male volleyball team, and, surprisingly, your boyfriend.
he does everything on his own time, everything for every hour of every day had a schedule—everything was predictable because everything has a natural flow to follow, kita believed, until you came into his life and turned his oh-so organized life upside down. your chaotic nature could not be controlled, kita could only do so much to keep you in check—such as personally attending to you whenever he can to make sure you didn't do anything rash nor hurt yourself by accident.
he was always a worrier, much like daichi, and he could never settle down to think until you were safe and sound, not causing any chaos nor finding yourself in any chaos. he did respect your independence and never sought to control your actions, though all he hoped to teach you was self-control and moderation, that you can be as chaotic as you want with him, but make sure not to hurt others nor yourself when doing so.
he has said to you before, you can do whatever you feel like with him, just make sure not to hurt yourself or others—so you did just what you felt like doing when kita was mopping the floors of the gym. you rushed up to him, screamed his name all loudly and sweetly, and jumped on his back. gin, aran, suna, and the twins were there when it happened, and of course, they were all partially shocked to see that kita didn't budge at you lunging at him.
suna filmed you kissing down his neck as kita held your legs in place so you wouldn't fall, and steadied your grasp on him. "my love, i did say you could do what you want with me, but what i meant by that was behind closed doors." he reminded you with a stern, yet soft, voice. he could never raise his voice, especially not towards you, his beloved. mopping the floors would have to be rescheduled for later in the day, looks like right now, kita would be taking you outside to piggy back ride you as you smothered him with all your affection. the most unpredictable part of his days are always with you; they're always the most exciting part of his days.
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[Texting]
Kita to Atsumu: Why did you post in your stories that you couldn't have nuts this November?
Kita: If you've developed a nut allergy then I need to modify my recipes. Call me back in a few.
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satorisoup · 4 months
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#KITAS’ COMFORT
#A/N : lil bit different than my usual work. lord i love kita shinsuke.
#WARNINGS : f!reader. nude reader (in the bath non-sexual). depression.
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kita is someone who values you more than you could ever know. a gentle lover. he’s someone who has so much love to show, so much care to give.
kita doesn’t falter from his known facade when he finds out you haven’t gotten out of bed in 3 days.
he instead lifts you into his arms and carries you into the bathroom.
kita doesn’t falter when he finds your hair unbrushed thrown up with a hairband.
he instead combs your hair until every knot is out and the brush runs smooth.
kita doesn’t falter when he notices you haven’t showered in said 3 days.
he instead lays you in a warm bath and softly washes your back with a soap lathered sponge.
kita doesn’t falter when he notices your cheeks slightly sunken in and your paling face.
he instead makes you a meal and feeds you every bite.
kita doesn’t falter when he sees your dark circles and tear stained cheeks.
he instead cups your face and kisses your eyelids while your tears flow out.
kita doesn’t falter when you curl into his arms and your breathing steadies into a softer pace.
he instead holds you close and whispers he loves you while you sleep soundly.
kita never falters from his exsisting facade because thats who he is. a gentle lover, with so much love to show, and so much care to give.
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slut4msby · 3 months
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the atsumu hny was super cute !!! loved It sm !! I hope you had an amazing new year's celebration!! was jus wondering if you could write something w samu or maybe Kita Shinsuke (24) rice farmer ? btw inarizaki #1 forever 💯
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high school sweethearts. kita shinsuke x fem!reader
+ tags & warnings; fluff for a change of scenery & reader has a kid
+ a/n; I READ THIS AND WENT INSANE OMG I COULD TALK ABT KITA SHINSUKE (24) RICE FARMER FOR EVER. Fun little piece of lea slut4msby lore, when I first watched season 4 I had not read the manga yet and when Kita first came on screen i went insane. Also Kita and I are legally married?? My friends through a fake wedding for me because I was so in love with this man. And pls keep the Inarizaki reqs/asks/anything coming bc i am INSANE about inarizaki (i am normal i swear) <3
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You couldn’t help peer out the window of your shared home with your husband. He was outside with your 5 year old son, playing some volleyball. Your son had never taken a liking to sports until your husband began cleaning out his old stuff, stumbling upon his jersey from his high school years. He would never admit and you would never bring it up but he did get emotional looking back at these days.The days where he led one of the greatest teams, not on the main roster, but he was still aware of the impact he had on the boys. He wasn’t the worst player but nothing notable, however Shinsuke had the power to put anyone at ease and you loved that about him.
Shinsuke never showed much self-confidence when the two of you had met in your first year. It’s not that he didn't have the confidence he just never felt the need to show it, and you appreciated that about him. You appreciate how no matter what Shinsuke was straight the point, you appreciated his need for routine, which has really helped your home life. You appreciate how he loves, how he cares for others. Kita Shinsuke was the perfect man.
However, despite how lucky you feel to have Shinsuke in your life. He feels even more lucky for you, he knows you are his soulmate from the day he met you in the first year. He felt as if all the work he had ever done paid off, he felt like the luckiest man in the world. At the beginning it was just a hallway class, the girl from class 1-6. Having your classes next to each other & both being in advanced classes meant the both of you would have recurring meetings. The next thing he knows, Aran had recruited you as the volleyball clubs manager as the team wouldn’t shut up about not having one. Shinsuke then began spending everyday with you, which turned to every waking second he was with you whenever he could be. He was your best friend, right?
That’s what you had thought. You would have never admitted your crush on Kita that began growing. However his admiration for you began sprouting. He loved the way you smiled, how you got along with everyone, took care of yourself and others, how you tie your shoelaces, how you set out  your notebook, how you played with your hair when you were nervous and how you didn’t seem to fear anything. Unlike him. Kita had put his feelings behind him, until he decided it was now or never, graduation. It was cliche, Shinsuke knew that. He had gotten you a bouquet of flowers, you had mentioned your favourite flowers in a passing conversation the second week of the second year. A useless piece of information, Shinsuke remembered that. Why wouldn’t he? He loved you. That day to Kita’s surprise, you said yes. You agreed to be his girlfriend.
Now, almost 10 years later. Shinsuke was your husband. Those flowers he had given you on graduation day you had pressed, they stayed on display in your kitchen, as well as a photo of you and Shinsuke the day your son was born. Now Shinsuke spent his days as a rice farmer instead of a volleyball player. However seeing him playing with your son reminded you of the man you fell in love with. 
You snapped out of a trance when your son called out to you, “Mum! Look! Dad taught me how to play volleyball like he used to.” You couldn’t help but smile, “He said I was really 
good! Mum, can I start playing volleyball! I wanna be like dad!.”
You turn towards Shinsuke, he looked so amused at the scenario. You jokingly roll your eyes at him, “of course you can baby!” You said planting a kiss on your son's forehead. “How about for now you and daddy go get cleaned up?”
“Okay!” Your son responds with a toothy smile, before your son begins pulling your husband down the hallway.
You felt like the luckiest woman alive.
©slut4msby
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noosayog · 11 months
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[Wedding Season] - ft. Kita Shinsuke
wc: 500
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“Kita?” you call from the bathroom. 
“Hmm?”
Your face feels a bit flush. “Can you please help me?” 
You hear the rustling of the bedsheets, probably Kita getting up. There’s the sound of his footsteps, muffled by the thin carpet, louder every time he takes a step closer until he’s right at the bathroom door. 
“What is it?” he asks. 
You make one last ditch attempt at pulling the zipper up, to no avail. 
Kita knocks once, calling your name in question. 
You open the door just enough to crane your neck out, holding your dress up by the neckline. “My zipper’s stuck.” 
He nods. “Let me help ya, then.” 
You step away from the door, turning your exposed back to him and clutching the top of your dress like a lifeline. 
When Kita steps in, he easily steps right up to you, splaying one of his large palms on your lower back, the other hand deftly pulling the zipper up. 
The affair couldn’t have lasted 3 seconds, but you felt every centimeter of the zipper close, each notch sealed together making your temperature rise a bit. When the zipper reaches the top, you exhale heavily and mumble a soft “thank you” at the floor. 
Kita however, does not step away. Instead he reaches the hand that was on the zipper around to tilt your chin up to meet his eyes in the mirror. His other palm is still flat and steady on your lower back. 
“Ya look beautiful.” 
You gulp, positive he can feel it with his thumb and pointer finger under your chin and pinky grazing your jugular. 
“Kita,” you manage to whisper. 
Kita closes in, face coming in to drop a light kiss at your pulse point. Then he rises back up to his full height, only to firmly guide your jawline upwards and your head back to meet him for a kiss. 
You close your eyes and revel in the feeling of his steady hold on your chin, the snaking of his forearm around your waist, and the solid press of his lips against yours. You feel his tongue slide against your closed lips once. You’re ready to open up for him, when he pulls away, tugging lightly on your lower lips as he goes. 
“Sorry,” he breathes out. 
You’re left staring at him in confusion. 
“I did not want to do this in the bathroom of the hotel. I was going to ask ya to dance after the ceremony, then ask ya to be mine. A little more romantic than this.” 
As you look into his eyes, still catching your breath, you see that he doesn’t look very sorry. In fact, he looks quite pleased, content to keep one arm wrapped around your torso and the other under your chin to keep your eyes glued to his. 
It’s too much and you break eye contact, staring back at the floor, but giving him your answer in the way you press back harder against his chest and intertwine your fingers through the ones resting on your belly. 
You hear him laugh breathily in your ear, reading you like a book. It’s easy when you let him pull you by the hand and out the door. 
“Let’s go darlin’”
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sugawarassoulmate · 2 years
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thinkin about that hate sex with kita idea... what if? delinquent reader x mr perfect kita. like he's on their nerves bc How is He so Good at Everything! and reader is on his nerves bc they r so crass and impolite
i bet he is like "u only get dick if u learn to ask politely" n reader is like is like "i hate u" but he doesn't give in until they're reduced to begging + absolutely has a potty mouth during sex which makes reader flustered and he is all "i thought talking like u would make u more comfortable" + kita being "i can fix them" basically
kita being "i can fix them" and reader being "i can make them worse" skskkss
no but i LOVE THIS omg
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words: 679 cw: fem!reader, hate sex, fingering, begging degradation, crying, minors dni
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you hated kita and he hated you. so why are you underneath him in the club room, moaning into your hand while he has three fingers buried deep within your cunt?
"wish ya made more noises like this," he coos, keeping your legs spread as he hovers over you. "they're much cuter than ya usually say."
"shut up," you whine, hands balled into fists as you try to fight off the urge to cum. you want his cock and from how hard he is in his shorts, you know he wants it too. but he's being so annoying about it.
brown eyes stare down at you, keeping you pinned to the floor. "if ya want more, ya know what to do," kita says, the pads of his fingers reaching deeper until you can feel your legs twitching. "if ya want me to take care of ya, ya need to beg."
god, you hate him so much. you could easily get off on just his fingers but it's not enough. just suck up your pride, this is only happening once. you think to yourself.
"please..." you mumble, interrupted by a whine when kita's hand speeds up.
but he's such a dick about it, leaning close to your ear. "hmm? could ya repeat that fer me? please what?"
you could cry. you've never felt so much hate in your heart for someone as the way you do now. kita shinsuke is the worst person in your eyes and yet...
"i want your cock, shin! please fuck me. please, please, please!" you're grabbing his arms, pulling him closer as the pleas keep falling from your lips.
kita hums, "that wasn't so hard, yeah?" fucking asshole. he pulls down his shorts just enough to free his cock, stroking himself as he stretches you out a bit more sinking into the warmth of your cunt.
you hate how amazing it feels, how you can feel him deep within your womb. you hate it, you hate it—it's so good.
"gettin' fucked here on the floor, what if someone sees ya?" kita breathes, setting a steady rhythm after taking a few seconds to get used to your walls around him. "sayin' ya hate me so much but ya let me stretch this slutty cunt, hm?"
you've never heard him speak like that before, so vulgar. usually, kita's the one scoffing whenever you speak like that, saying girls should never speak so crass. but hearing him calling you all those awful names just turns you on even more.
"yer gettin' wetter, ya like it when i call ya names, hm?" kita's strong arms push your thighs to your chest as he slams his hips into you. "fuckin' pathetic girls like ya don't deserve such a thick cock treatin' ya so nicely."
your body betrays you, reacting heavily to kita's words. you're wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him to shut him up, but the smile you feel against your lips still pisses you off.
"whinin' like a bitch in heat, ya gonna cum?" he growls between kisses feeling how you tighten around him.
"shut up, you're so fucking—fuck," your insults are cut off by the intensity of your orgasm, nails digging into kita's skin as the shockwaves travel through your body. "so good, so good, fuuuuck,"
kita grunts, fucking you through your orgasm until it passes. you're blissed out, sensitive, sweet. he could cum in you, fill you up until you're dumb and leaking, but he knows what'll piss you off even more.
he savors your sweet cunt for a few more thrusts before pulling out and jerking himself off until ropes of his seed shoot out and make a mess between your thighs.
"are you fuckin-"
"relax, i'm gonna clean ya up," he shushes, grabbing a damp towel to wipe you down. kita won't say it, but you're so pretty with tears staining your eyes—slightly glazed over from how hard you came.
such a pretty girl, he thinks. maybe if he treats you with his cock more, you'll be nicer to him.
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iluv2koo · 25 days
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The New Manager
Resume: Kita is desperate for a new manager, he would do anything to find one fem!Reader x Shinsuke Kita
Warnings: oral, blow job, cum on face (? And I think that's all
Note: all char are above +18
Alt note: english is not my first language sorry if there's any mistake
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The time passed away, the competition was almost right on the corner and the desperation in Kita grow more every time seeing that no one wanted to become manager of inarizaki
It was almost time to go home and Kita didn't have any success, he was starting to feel a little depressed, how are he suppose to shows at his team and say that he didn't found a manager? the feeling inside his body was tormenting him, the time is out and after seeing everyone getting out of their class he laid his eyes on a girl who approached at him with a curious face
"Are you interested in joining the volleyball team? We're looking for a new manager" He tried to speak as animated as possible, he was really very desperate
"Im sorry.. I-" she spoke quickly and little bit sad but she couldn't finish her full sentence when Kita interrupted her
"Wait! We really need a manager.. Please?" He looked in her eyes deeply trying to convince her.. Maybe his words won't show how he was that desperate but he was in his limit, all he wanted was a manager that's all
"I'm sorry but I don't know anything about volleyball" she was feeling sorry about the boy, he really looked like he was trying his best
"That doesn't matter, you can join anyway" Kita gets more closer to her and took his hands "please.. I'll do anything if you join"
Those words hit her like a bucket full of cold water, a strange feeling ran through her entire body
"Anything?" She wanted to prove the truth in his words, you can't just promise that out of nowhere right?
"Yes, anything" He looked very serious and determined, it was now or never
she thought for a few seconds "What do I want?" She asked herself
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As far as Kita is concerned, in any other situation he would have refused such a request... but right now? He had no choice, it's not that he wouldn't find the girl attractive but he wouldn't even have that thought in his head
but now he doesn't even have the ability to think about that moment... Just her on her knees while she sucks Kita dick like if it was the most sweet candy in the world while he tried to be as quiet as possible, letting out little sighs and complaints
She looked up to see the beautiful sight of Kita with his eyes closed and his face completely blushing that contrasted his face perfectly, he looked so pretty holding on as long as he could to not cum so quickly
She masturbated him while giving his tip witty licks
"Ah.. I'm gonna-" a moan interrupted his sentence
"What? What's wrong Kita?" She asked in a teasing tone, she was more than satisfied with this scene
"Cum.. " He could barely form words which made the girl more excited
"Cum on my face Kita" She put Kita's cock in her mouth again while slapping it on her tongue
Kita let out a moan worthy of a slut and came on the girl's face jets of semen shot towards the girl's face, falling from her mouth to her chin and some drops falling down her chest
She stood up satisfied with the work she had done, she looked at Kita with a smile as she saw how he could barely catch his breath
"So... You're gonna.. join the volleyball Club no?" He was still elated and could barely speak
She smiled again "see you there I guess" She came out looking like a winner, leaving Kita behind in that lonely janitor's closet
Kita sighed in defeat, he will definitely never talk about this again.
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©iluv2koo this is a original work | it's the first time I write, I hope you guys enjoy it! and remember I am not a expert so be nice please 😭
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loveephia · 1 year
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INDECISIVE | osamu miya
sypnosis: in which osamu gets caught thinking about having you as his future wife.
content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, mentions of marriage, sucky writing (it's 4am for me 😭), mentions of kita shinsuke, quite short, sorta dumb osamu, timeskip.
⚠ warning/s: manga spoilers (if you squint).
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osamu miya thinks he can't handle any more stressful chatter from his aunt about her upcoming wedding. another word from her, and his hair is bound to return to the same color he had during his high school years. it's safe to say that atsumu feels the same, having been sat next to him miserably.
white gowns. veils. flowers.
"that'd be easy to pick out, right?" osamu thinks as he takes a sip of whatever drop of coffee he has left in his lame "kiss the chef" mug.
but looking at his aunt, he can only imagine how you'll be like, planning your wedding day togethe— wait, what?
did he think that right?
your wedding day?
he imagines you in a regular white dress, and— no, no. that dress won't do. maybe one with more flowy-ness to it? it suits your personality. although a lace one would be quite nice.
nevermind, maybe veils are simpler to deal with. you'd look beautiful in a shorter veil. but, then again, a long one that elegantly rests on the floor is beautiful, too.. this is too difficult.
let's just move on. what kind of flowers would you hold onto for the bridal bouquet? the traditional roses, perhaps? or dahlias like kita once mentioned! actually— what if you're allergic? should he get fake flowers just in case?
ah,
he stands corrected.
it wasn't easy at all.
"osamu miya! are you even listening?" his aunt's scolding tone snaps him out of his own thoughts. "o- oh.. sorry." osamu quietly apologized.
"geez, with the way you've been spacin' out lately, i'd say you were thinkin' about y/n." atsumu teased.
the fact that he's not wrong ticks osamu off a bit. "whatever, 'tsumu." osamu stands up from his seat. "at the end of the day, i'm the one with a girlfriend, not you." and with that, he makes his way to the kitchen. he can practically hear atsumu gritting his teeth.
osamu's introspective little mind betrays him when he thinks of you walking down the aisle. the you that he loves. the you that he wants to spend the rest of his life with.
you were radiant.
it's been decided.
before the white gowns, veils, and flowers, he first needs a ring.
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eywascall · 1 month
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OUT IN THE FIELDS
pairing: (farmer!husband) shinsuke kita x (pregnant!wife) female!reader
warning: not proofread
word count: 424
DNI/BYF
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A refreshing chill breeze passes by causing the grass to sway slightly to one side as you enjoy the gorgeous sunlight. You sit on the wooden porch protected under the shade that gives you a full view of the fields. Your hand gently rubs your baby bump as you divert your eyes to your working husband. Kita is out there cutting away some weeds that disturb the plants around it. A smile curls up, you're just so thankful for all that you have. You lived in the loud hustling city with stress always looming above your head. Now you don’t have to worry about any of that as the countryside wraps you with joy and comfort. After marrying Kita, you moved. It was definitely difficult adjusting but it's nothing you cannot handle now.
Once you were all adjusted, the next step to your lives began. It was only a month or two when you discovered that you were going to be having a baby. Kita was beyond proud and honored to be the father of your child. He broke the news to everyone. His grandma was crying, she was so, so very heartfelt that she lived long enough to witness this moment. She hugged you, cradled you as she promised to help take care of you as well as the baby. Oh how the water works did their magic. Some of Kita’s teammates even came along to bring some gifts to congratulate the two of you. You’ve made some small talk about who the godfather was going to be and there was no better choice than Aran. This man cried, literally crying his eyes out as he hugged you two. He vowed to be the greatest godparent he can be. The twins brought plenty of things, so much so that it filled an entire room of the house. Suna bought the most expensive gifts that you could afford at the moment. A stroller worth ¥752,340.00 and a cradle worth 451,488.00.
Jaws were dropping as you tried to decline such expensive purchases. Yet everyone seemed to be on the same page for you to accept it. The money doesn't matter to them. Not when you have become one of the most important people to these men's lives. So much love to be shared around. This was pure bliss. A life where you can peacefully watch your beloved child grow around his father, great grandma, uncles and godfather. There’s nothing more you can ask for than to keep this harmony going forever.
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the-chikyuu-times · 10 months
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