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[twiishaa]

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋‎♪ the house across the bridge kita x reader, wc 2.2k warnings not proofread, inspired by ghibli film ‘when marnie was there’, idk <3

when you moved to the country, you weren’t expecting to meet anyone your age— and you definitely weren’t expecting to fall in love with a boy who lived there. maybe this summer fling would last you forever… 

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 kita masterlist ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 THIS was the first summer you spent away from everything— the city, your parents, and, well, anything you knew. you’d come to spend the summer in the country with your aunt, which she so graciously offered after you told her about how much you wanted to do something new, something different. 

the train was long and uncomfortable, the seats stiff and the air stuffy. but outside, the view changed as you went from city to city, travelling further away. your aunt lived right on the outskirts of amagasaki, near the farms and green fields. as you began to enter the rural areas, the landscape shed its building skyline, and the concrete grounds were tenderly replaced with lazy fields bursting with crops and colourful flowers. it felt like an entire different world, leaving the city behind to enter the dream-like countryside. 

—

stretching your legs as you got off the train, you spotted your aunt almost immediately— she had a loving, maternal-like aura, always wearing a warm smile on her face. the city’s train station was small and slightly dirty, with only a few people populating it. 

before you could say hello, your aunt started squishing your cheeks. “my, [name], you’ve grown so much! the last time i saw you, you were tiny!” she said. 

you gave an awkward laugh. “thank you for letting me stay, auntie.” 

she shook her head. “no, the pleasure’s all mine. it’ll be nice having some company,” finishing her sentence, she gestured to a small, old-looking car. “should we get going?” smiling, you nodded. 

— 

“this was my old daughter’s room,” your aunt said while opening the door. “she moved out a while back, so it’s been free ever since. well, it’s yours for the summer now! feel free to make it feel like home,” looking around, you could tell it hadn’t been used recently— there was a small layer of dust on the furniture and the decorations were reminiscent of the trends from the last decade. 

this wasn’t too bad! flopping onto the bed, you decided to take a small rest before dinner, in a few hours.

—

the next few days had been uneventful. you helped your aunt around the house, then stayed in your room upstairs, spending most of the time admiring the stark contrast in landscape here. it wasn’t until one day, when you were cutting tomatoes for lunch, that something happened.

“have you been around the town yet? there are some nice places to see,” your aunt asked casually. stopping to look out the window at the midday sun, you replied,

“i haven’t yet. have you got any recommendations?” 

“oh, everywhere here’s nice!” she patted your shoulder as she passed you, carrying forks for the table. “tell you what. after lunch, you should walk around a bit! get some fresh air, it’ll be good for you too.” 

humming in agreement, you went back to cutting tomatoes. 

– 

after a few hours of getting to know the countryside town, you came across a small river, connected on either side by an aged wooden bridge. on the other side of the bridge, there was a house, surrounded by fields and fields of crops– you assumed it was a farm. 

but what was a farm doing in an isolated place like this? 

your curiosity got the best of you– taking a cautious look at your surroundings, you crossed the wooden bridge.

“hello?” a voice rang out from somewhere around you.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion; you must’ve been hearing things.

but the voice spoke again, this time closer to you. “are you lost? i usually don’t see anyone around here,” it said, tapping on your shoulder. letting out a sudden yelp, you stumbled backwards. 

“oh… sorry. i didn’t think anyone would be here,” you apologised, turning around to see who it was.

it was a boy– your age, probably, with straight white hair, but the tips were black– as if they were burnt, and his skin was just slightly tanned, probably from being in the sun. in some strange way, he felt like someone you’d known before, someone you knew very well. his face felt familiar, but you’d never seen him before. 

hm. how come you didn’t hear his footsteps? you brushed it off quickly. 

the boy laughed a little. “oh, no, don't worry about it. are you new around here?” 

you chuckled nervously. “yeah, could you tell? i live in tokyo, but i’m staying here for the summer.” 

“for the summer, huh..” he repeated, stepping back a little. “you’re from the city? that must be…”

“different?” you said at the same time as him. he looked a little surprised, but he dismissed it quickly. 

“it’s different, all right. not used to seeing fields and farmhouses like these around,” you commented, taking moments to gaze at the scenery around you. “do you live here?”

the boy laughed again. “yeah, i do.” walking towards the hose, he said, “hey, you’re interesting. i could show you around if you want?” following behind him, you replied, “that’d be great! i’m [name], by the way.” “oh, i’m kita. kita shinsuke– feel free to call me shinsuke or shin, i don’t mind.”

– 

one thing turned into another, and now you were helping kita harvest one of the rice fields. despite it being difficult, he somehow made it look effortless, like he was just lifting up a few feathers. it was attractive— in some strange way. as the sun hit its highest point in the sky, the heat poured down on you two, and the sun made kita’s figure glow. turning to look at you, he explained how to do it. “so, you grab it here, and then cut it as low as you can get to the roots.” hesitating a little, you took hold of a handful of rice plants from their middle and went to cut the roots. “like this?”

“yep– just,” kita put his hand over yours and moved it down a little. as he did, he moved a little closer to you subconsciously. he smelled like the rice fields– earthy, warm, and slightly sweet; you held your breath when you felt his breath fan on your shoulder. 

“-like that.” he finished. 

“okay, so now i,” you let out the breath you were holding earlier. “just… cut it? like that?” you asked, while cutting off the roots. 

kita took hold of the crops and beat them on the side of the basket before putting them in. “you’re a natural, [name], have you done this before?” 

watching what he did, you went to cut another bunch. “i haven’t, no. and im sure im not that good,” you replied, embarrassed. 

–

slowly, you got into a rhythm, and kita started conversing with you a little more.

“so, what’s it like? the city, i mean,” he looked at you. 

feeling his eyes on yours, you blushed a little. “different. really different. i mean here, there’s a lot more… green, whereas over there, everything is just buildings and buildings…” 

kita focused on the crops again. “oh. so what do you do over there?” 

“oh, usually i just go on my phone, or something– there’s not much to do,” you replied, finding it a little boring just talking about your life. “so, shin, what’s it like living here? is it not lonely?” 

after hearing his name, kita’s head perked up. “hm? oh,” he looked a little embarrassed. 

“oh, should i not call you that? sorry.” “no it’s fine! im just.. not used to hearing it much, thats all. it gets lonely here sometimes, but it’s alright.” kita replied, banging the plants on the basket again.

it had been a good few hours, and you were getting tired. you stepped back from the line of crops, and kita did soon after. 

“that’s so tiring! how do you do that all day?” exasperated, you asked. “doesn’t it get hot?” 

kita sighed, and wiped the sweat off his forehead– it was causing his bangs to stick. you thought it was cute.

“it does get tiring. hey– i know a place where there’s some shade,” running the first few steps, he looked back to see if you were following. “if you wanted?” 

–

the place kita was talking about was a flower field, not too far from the farms. in the corner was a tree, its branches big enough to span over the entire field. resting on the trunk, kita sat down– you flopped onto the grass next to him. 

“it’s nice having someone my age here, finally,” kita said. up until now, you didn’t realise how pretty his voice was. it was calming, and gentle; you could listen to it all day. 

“hmm? same here, i thought i was gonna be alone,” you laughed– kita laughed with you. 

resting his head on the massive trunk, he continued, “doesn’t help you’re really pretty too. feels like im like, teaching a princess, or something.” 

hearing that, your heart suddenly skipped– the heat did well to hide your flushed cheeks. 

“if it helps,” you started, just loud enough for kita to hear, “i think you’re pretty too. and really sweet– im glad im not alone this summer,” flashing a short smile, you closed your eyes and soaked in the moment. 

it was comfortable, lying with kita here. 

– 

you quickly fell into a routine during the summer– it was the same thing every day, but it felt different each time over. you’d help your aunt and chat with her up till lunch, then you’d meet kita and hang out with him until the sun started to set. your feelings towards him only blossomed more over the course of the holidays– like a flower bud. you two would talk about anything and everything, or just lie next to each other, basking in the sunlight. whenever you crossed the little wooden bridge, you felt lighter on your feet, as if you were in a fantasy land. and to be honest– that’s what it was like– you’d come to the country for the summer and fallen in love with a boy who lived in a completely different world to you. the farms were almost like a time capsule, stuck in the simpler, pre-industrial world. 

sometimes, you thought about leaving everything behind for kita, but you knew better. you knew your family were waiting for you back home, and you couldn’t bring yourself to leave them behind for a boy you just met– you knew even kita’d say no. 

so, you surrendered to the ever-moving, fleeting nature of time. 

and soon, it came time to leave.

– 

today was your last day seeing kita. you were waiting underneath the same tree, staring out at the endless flower fields. 

“hey,” you heard kita from behind you. this time, you didn’t get scared. turning around, you studied his features one last time. 

“hi.” you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him properly– it just brought tears to your eyes. 

gently grabbing hold of your chin, kita lifted your head to look at him. “don’t cry, please, you’ll make me cry,” he said, his voice softer than usual. using both hands, you held onto his arm. 

“i know, i know but…” your voice came out a little choked, small sobs making their way through. “i’m gonna miss you, shin,” you whispered, your voice cracking a little. 

letting go of your chin, he closed the distance between you two with a hug. you just sobbed into his shoulder. 

“i’ll never forget you, shin,” you said, muffled. 

“me neither.” he broke the hug to give you something. 

“here, that photo we took during the sunset. i printed two out so that we could both keep one.” taking one, you put it in your phonecase. “thank you,” you managed to say before your aunt rang you on your phone. 

you both knew this was it. the flower field here would forever hold your memories together, even when you were apart. taking one last look at the field, and then at kita, you walked off. if you said anything now, you wouldn’t be able to handle it– you both knew that. 

kita whispered under his breath, “i’ll see you later, my love.” having barely heard what he said, you looked back to ask, but he had already disappeared. 

– 

in the car ride to the train station, you made conversation with your aunt. 

“thank you for letting me stay for so long, i had such a good time.” 

she laughed. “sure, feel free to come back whenever you want. did you make any friends?” 

friends– you thought of kita. smiling, you answered,

“yes i did– the boy who lives in the farmhouses?”

your aunt looked confused. “[name], there aren’t any farmhouses around here. maybe it’s some other house? did you get his name?” confused, you carried on describing to her. “the farmhouses across the bridge…” pausing, your aunt replied again. “oh, those.. no one’s lived in those for years now…” she sighed. “there was a boy your age a few years ago, but he died of tubercolosis. poor boy…” 

you blinked rapidly. kita wasn’t— what was he?

a ghost? it kind of made sense; his white hair, his lack of presence, and how the world felt… surreal on the other side of the bridge.

but the feelings you felt were real. when he hugged you, it was real. there was something there between you two— a pure love, seemingly powerful enough to transcend time. it didn’t make sense to you; but all that mattered was those moments. 

he said to you, “i’ll remember this forever,” but it seemed it was just you who remembered. and you’d hold onto this summer forever. 

note first longfic EVER (longfic = >1.5k okay) oh my gosh. why do i actually kinda like this..... @phantasmaebg

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[deathlikelead]

tagged by @baguetteslut! 💌 joy list time 💌

💘 the neighbor's cat coming to hang out with me while i'm outside

💘 twisha teasing me about not drinking enough water

💘 fennec and max bullying me

💘 drinking cold coffee out of beer steins

💘 icees

💘 surprising my mom with things

💘 my mom in general

💘 getting tagged in these and getting to read what makes y'all happy

💘 spotify blends

💘 making playlists

💘 watching you guys participate in gallacrafts/prompt months like a.u.gust and kinktober

💘 going outside and smoking under the moon

💘 black cherry rum and dr. pepper

💘 bang and monster energy drinks

💘 watch parties with my friends

💘 concerts and the best friends you make for one night at them

💘 when something hits just right and i can tell it's gonna be a new hyperfixation before it happens

💘 fanfics that stick with you

💘 when you meet someone new and click with them right away

💘 those friends that you can not talk to for a long time, but fall right back in step with when you do

💘 sprint writing with authors that i look up to

💘 my puppy

💘 making gifsets of music videos i like

💘 leah, and also everyone on this tag list: @grumpymickmilk @y0itsbri @shinsukekita @arrowflier @limb @messedwithmandy @southside-forever @gallawitchxx @fearlessjournalism @tellmegoodbye @thelrea @sickness-health-all-that-shit @grabmyboner @ma-milkovich @gardenerian

[twiishaa]

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋‎♪ achoo! shinonome akito x reader, wc 336, — requested!

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𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 FOR the past few weeks, you’d been in and out of a feverish cold– most days you were fine, but sometimes your body felt too heavy to move, and your nose was too blocked. you tried to hide it, but akito– your boyfriend, was as observant as ever, always picking up when your behaviour was even a little off.

 “your nose is red again.” akito merely commented, whilst you two were delivering some papers to the teacher’s office. you scoffed, which turned into a small cough. “that- that’s just my blush.” 

stopping, akito squinted his eyes and made an expression of confusion. “i just don’t get it. if you’re sick, you’re sick. there’s no helping that,” with a small pause to take some papers from your stack, he continued, “no need to hide it either.” “but you don’t get it!” you protested. “it’s embarrassing, missing school so much,” the latter you said in a quieter tone. akito let out a snort. 

“have you seen akiyama? actually, you probably haven’t– she literally never comes in,” he said. “you’re literally fine. plus, i can just… help you catch up when you’re better, and stuff.” 

hearing the last bit, you giggled. your boyfriend may be a little straightforward at times, but he really meant well. “thanks akito,” you started, “but i’m feeling fine right now. i’ll make sure to rest properly afterschool.” akito let out a silent sigh. 

too engrossed in your conversation, you had missed the teachers office. 

“hey! [name]! shinonome! the teacher’s office is here,” a teacher yelled out behind you. 

you and akito looked at each other, holding in laughter. mumbling apologies under your breaths, you jogged back to the office. akito shifted closer to your side and bumped your shoulder– he looked away when you turned to him, embarrassment evident on his face.

sure you might’ve had a fever, but the ginger haired boy next to you definitely made you burn up even more. even with a cold, you could feel akito’s love radiating from him.

note anon i hope you like it !! sorry it's so short... i love akito hehe,, @rhythmstage

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[twiishaa]

“HM.” you were already lying on akaashi’s chest, but you turned over to face him a little more.

“what’re you reading?”

he turned to look at you for a second— warmth radiating throughout his face, before going back to his book. “just a book i’ve been wanting to read for a while,” he answered, not wanting to bore you with minuscule details. you peeked at the cover.

“oh, i saw that at the library and thought it might be something you’d like. is it good?” you asked, tiredness laced in your voice.

after hearing that, he smiled a little, subconsciously. “it’s pretty interesting, actually.” shifting a little to accommodate you, he continued, “go to sleep love, it’s late.”

“hmph. you go to sleep too.”

akaashi thought your pout was adorable. putting his bookmark in and closing the book, he turned off the dim lamp and closed his eyes.

you couldn’t see him, but you felt his feather-light lips on your forehead.

“goodnight, love.”

note this came to me in the middle of the night. thank you chlo for helping with it 🫶🏽

is this a good time to say i originally wrote this with chrollo from hxh in mind…

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[twiishaa]

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋‎♪ kuroo x reader ; wc approx 500 warnings spoilers if you haven't watched haikyuu dumpster battle !! i fear kuroo is ooc here ,, also my writing warning pls i literally cringed at myself multiple times through this

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 AFTER the match with karasuno came to its end and everyone had cooled down in the hotel, you, kai, yaku and kuroo were chatting into the late hours of the night about your memories in the club. it was a hard pill to swallow, that the match that had just been played out against karasuno was the last match you’d get to watch from the bench, the last time youd see the current nekoma team, as they are now, on the court. 

the others had gone to sleep; it was just the third years left lingering in the lounge, reminiscing about your three years spent here. you had been with the team since your first days at the high school– a confused first year you had accidentally run into the volleyball gym instead of the music rooms, but you stayed; one year became two, and two quickly became three. as their manager, you’d seen them through their highs and lows— the calculated wins and the sweltering summer heat. you were there for every moment, experiencing it like part of the team itself, part of the blood in their veins. all the memories flowed like water and had accumulated over the three years; and now, you were standing underneath the waterfall, soaked through. half of you was still left in the tokyo metropolitan gym, still watching in disbelief as the ball dropped and bounced off. it felt surreal— it probably hadn’t yet sunk in for some of the team yet— it’d hit them tomorrow, after the adrenaline wore off. 

you’d only gotten with kuroo, the captain now, in your second year, when you two accidentally applied for the same part-time job. you two, and the third years, now were practically inseparable.

“-and remember the time last year kenma and yamamoto were fighting?” yaku said, barely able to contain giggles. the four of you burst into laughter. 

“and fukunaga threw water on them!! oh my god,” you said, in between laughing fits. 

“we ended up staying late to mop it up,” kai added. kuroo sniggered at kai’s comment. 

despite the darkness outside and the late hour it was, inside the room was bright. the door was hastily shut to not disturb the rest of the team, but still left slightly ajar. it was only at least an hour later, when yaku and kai went off to sleep, leaving you and kuroo downstairs, still chatting. 

“i just wonder…” kuroo started, uncharacteristically melancholy.

“if i could’ve done anything better, if there was something i should’ve done to win, you know?” he hid his face in his hands. your eyes widened a little, they started to sting with tears. softly, you shifted closer towards him on the sofa. 

“you did your best. you had fun right? that’s all that matters, the results are just a byproduct.” barely a whisper, you tried to comfort him. it felt strange, you weren’t used to seeing him like this. 

kuroo chuckled a little. “hey, that sounds familliar. has someone said that before?” 

“it’s just a popular phrase, i guess,” you caught his laughter. 

kuroo looked up at you, his eyes glossy and unwavering, but still soft. 

“we did well, right?” he asked, his tone breathy and raw. 

wrapping your arms around him, you replied. 

“i’ve never been more proud of you, tetsu. i’ve been blessed with having been able to watch you guys for this long, and for having you by my side.” 

note first time writing for kuroo... gulp Σ(°ロ°) also most of this is descrition but like... kinda bad description HAHA

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[twiishaa]

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋‎♪ pastel pink polish, pastel pink blush heeseung x reader, wc 467, warnings hee is ooc and i wrote this in a fever dream — requested!

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𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 YOU held up two bottles of nail polish— one pink and one blue. “right. hee, which one do you want?” 

heeseung’s eyes flicked between the two bottles, and his gaze landed on you. 

“whichever you want, love,” he replied. 

you huffed. “well then…” after going back and forth between the two bottles, holding each one up to heeseung’s face in turn, you came to a conclusion. 

“the pink one. is that okay?” 

deep down, heeseung didn’t really want pastel pink nails for god knows how long, but let’s be honest— if you told him to jump off the top of the hybe building, he would. 

and plus, getting to see your concentrated face while you were applying the nail polish on him was worth it. to heeseung, you were an angel who descended onto earth and could do no wrong. 

he watched in awe as his nails went from their natural colour to a soft, glossy pink. the chemical smell of the polish hung around in the air, which you expelled with your vanilla air freshener. 

“now,” you glared at him. “hee, you absolutely can NOT do anything while they dry. if you do, i have to start again.” heeseung stared at you with a dazed expression “sure. i won’t move.” oh he definitely didn’t hear what you said; but somehow, he managed not to move, or disturb the wet nail polish. 

– 

a few minutes later, heeseung’s nails had completely dried. the excitement bubbling in you from before had now overflowed– squealing, you grabbed heeseung’s hand, with his freshly painted nails, and held it up against your own. 

“look! now we’re matching! how cute is that!” 

surprisingly, or maybe not-so-surprisingly, heeseung suited them. the soft pink brought out the warm tones in his face, you said. 

“that’s cute, baby. maybe we should do this more often, you know…” hee said as he gave you a small peck– he’d probably been trying to resist doing that since the beginning. 

to be honest, he’d only do it again to see your excited face.  

“really?” your eyes glittered as you looked up at your idol boyfriend, adorned with the girliest pink nails, then you tackled him to the bed with a hug. heeseung laughed breathlessly– he would paint his nails as many times as you wanted for this. 

– 

“hey, what’s with your nails?” riki read out a comment left on their live, and then gave a snort. 

“why did you go with pink?” 

the others gave a short laugh too. “i think it suits him,” jungwon added, still lauging. 

heeseung smiled, a pink blush appearing on his face, and then looked at his hands. “i dont know, i thought they brought out the.. warmer tones… in my face… or something…” oh this live was for the history books. 

note pookie i hope you like it ... ill get better at characterising enha members soon promise

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𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋‎♪ moments like these idol!riki x idol!reader, wc 365, for my love @daisynergy <3

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ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 IT was well into the night, the only lights in your room being your phone, and the light hum of the TV. riki walked in, turning a dim lamp on. “you’ll need those big fat glasses if you look at your phone in the dark,” he said as you blinked at the sudden ‘brightness’ of the room. letting out a groggy sound of acknowledgement, you turned to look at your boyfriend. “oh. hi,” you smiled and turned your phone off. riki watched as you yawned, noticing the glitter on your eyelids. “your show was like, hours ago. you still haven’t taken your makeup off?” suddenly remembering you still had your makeup on, you went to touch your eyelashes – as if to check. “come on,” riki peeled you off your sofa with one pull. “i guess i can help you,” he said, still holding on to your wrist as he dragged you to the toilet. “i can do it myself!” you yelped. but deep inside, riki wanted to do this for you. he adored the smaller, domestic moments between you; it brought him a sense of peace and he wouldn't trade it for anything. they only became more precious when you two were far– when one of you were on tour on the other side of the world, unable to see each other for months at a time, or when it was comeback season, and you both had schedules lasting into the night. for some reason, riki wasn’t satisfied with being the richest. sure– it was nice; but it was moments like this, when he’s taking his girlfriend’s makeup off, gently rubbing off the remnants of eye glitter and mascara, that riki longed for the most– that made him the happiest man in the world. “there,” riki whispered as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. as you lifted your head to look at him and your eyes made contact, riki’s heart swelled with love, the wind knocked out of his lungs. riki wasn’t a hopeless romantic, nor was he a dramatic man, but he was sure that he was born to spend his life with you, to hold you in his arms forever.

note this is so self indulgent i WARNED YOUUU

[twiishaa]

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋‎♪ i’ll order takeout suna x reader , wc 221 warning idk. the most suggestive thing i’ve written so far ? but not that suggestive lmao

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ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 YOU pulled back, cheeks flushed, as he closed the door behind you.

“hello to you too,” suna chuckled, his breaths shallowed.

you sighed against his chest. “‘s been too long…”

he gave another chuckle, rubbing your shoulders.

“i know, but ill make it up to you.”

at that, you perked up. “hm?”

suna didn’t reply, he just placed his hand on the nape of your neck and led you into another kiss.

of course you didn’t resist; you hadn’t seen him in months.

your hands wandered the expanse of his back, holding on to the t-shirt he had on. suna knew what he was doing— every little move he made was basically just a tease— he was slow with it; after all, kissing your little pout away afterwards was all worth it. when you finally pulled away to catch your breath, all you got was that damn smirk of his.

“you’re so mean!” you whined. “i come back after months and—” before you finished, suna hummed.

“sure you do.” with one swift movement, he lifted you up and started walking to his bedroom.

“you must be tired. you can take a shower, i’ll order takeout.”

“but!” you protested, despite the very obvious pink dusting your face.

suna just pecked your cheek as he let you down.

“there. happy?”

you giggled. “very.”

note i envision this is in uni, reader did a semester abroad or something and is coming home after it 🫶🏽 also ACKKKK suna my man

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𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋‎♪ what to you want to be when you grow up? 1st years! kita x reader ; wc 419 warnings again i don’t believe in proofreading i wrote this in 20 minutes

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 kita masterlist ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 “WHAT do you want to be when you grow up? like, if money didn’t matter and stuff.” your question caught kita by surprise. you were sitting on the kitchen counter, while kita was preparing something for you two; kita hummed a little before answering.

“well, probably something to give back to the community, i guess.” tilting your head in confusion, you blinked a little.

count on him to be cryptic as heck.

“what, like a farmer?” you giggled, imagining him on rice fields. it suited him actually— an honest job.

kita himself laughed at your suggestion. “maybe, but no. i was thinking like, a policeman or something.”

now you were both interested in the conversation. pushing off the counter, you went to stand next to him. “a policeman? that wouldn’t suit you at all,” you quipped. “are you sure you’re…”

“that i’m what? go on,” kita turned his attention to you, leaving what he was doing and leaning back on the counter a little.

you shrugged. “courageous enough… or something?”

feigning hurt, he turned around and carried on chopping the fruits up.

“what, you don’t think i’m suitable to be a policeman? i’m hurt,” there was sarcasm visibly laced through his tone.

despite how serious and cold your boyfriend came off sometimes, he really was a sweet guy. gentle, effortlessly funny, and effortlessly charming, though he didn’t realise it. you padded towards him, catching his attention.

“what’s up, sweets?” you blushed at the nickname. kita moved the cutting board out of the way and leaned on the counter again, his soft eyes studying your features like he was falling in love with you all over again.

you giggled. “if you were to become a policeman,” kita’s expression twitched a little.

“i’d become a thief for you,” you finished, flashing a bright smile.

kita looked taken aback. “what? is that all you could think of?” he asked, laughing.

“well i think it’s pretty heroic of me!” exclaiming, you stared laughing with him.

“nothing about breaking the laws is heroic.”

you scoffed. “well, of course you would say that! aren’t you flattered? i’d break the rules for you, shin.”

at first, kita looked unamused, but then he played along a little. “you love me so much you’d become a thief for me. thank you,” he replied, tentatively tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

inching closer a little, you chided, “but that’s only if you become a policeman.”

kita chuckled. “i’ll make sure not to, then.”

“good.” you giggled alongside him.

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𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋‎♪ manager recruitment scheme ; kita x reader smau !!

as you and kita get closer as manager and captain of the inarizaki volleyball team, a beautiful friendship (and romance?) emerges. warning this is so short

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𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋‎♪ comme un film d'amour ; kita x reader wc 654 warnings i dont believe in proofreading, fem!reader

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𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 "LOVE, are you ready?” kita’s voice rang through the corridor. 

quickly adjusting your lipgloss, you replied, shouting a little,

“yep! just grabbing my bag!” 

as you walked to the door, kita got your heels ready. 

“here- oh, isn’t that the bag i got you?” he asked, eyeing your handbag, practically glittering. 

you giggled a little. “yes it is.”

“good to see you’re using it well. you look gorgeous,” kita said, pressing a kiss to your temple before opening the door. 

“our car should be here any second.”

— 

you and kita, both a-list actors, had recently made your debut together in a moving romance movie— as the leads. although many fans had already speculated that you two were friends behind the scenes, this was your first time appearing in public together– or being in the same film. you had mentioned before that you had a boyfriend, and that you’d like to keep your relationship private until you felt comfortable enough sharing it with the world. 

little did they know you and kita were actually dating, and had been ever since high-school. 

you two decided to turn the premiere of the film into a movie date, and announcing your relationship to the media. if you looked close enough, it was obvious you were together; two actors who were just friends couldn’t have that much chemistry together. 

arriving at the cinema, you glanced out the window to gauge the number of people at the event. kita noticed the sudden worry in your expression, and went to place a comforting hand on yours. 

“it’ll be fine– we don’t have to say anything if you’re feeling uncomfortable,” kita’s voice came out gentle and warm. letting out a long exhale, you smiled at your boyfriend. 

“i want to do this. let’s go?” 

“sure.” kita leaned over you to open the door. “after you, love.” 

– 

“-and how was the filming, behind the scenes? was it–”

you tried to interject before the interviewer got more invasive. “it was lovely. shinsuke was a great actor to work with, i’m grateful i got the pleasure.” you replied curtly, taking time to look at kita standing next to you, an inconspicuous hand hiding on the small of your back. kita gave you his signature smile, full of love.

but promptly, the interviewer asked, again, “wasn��t it uncomfortable for your boyfriend? how did he feel?” you felt the room go quiet and focus in on you, kita, and the interviewer. as if on cue, you and kita looked at each other; kita rubbed your back and gave you an encouraging nod.

“uh, actually, shin is my boyfriend. we-” somehow, the room went even quieter; you could hear the dust on the floor, and the awkward shifting of your feet. 

why were interviewers so intrusive sometimes?

sensing your discomfort, kita quickly chimed in. “yes, we’ve been dating since our senior year together. we didn’t want to say anything because i, and she– we were both slightly afraid that it would affect our careers early on. but it was wonderful being able to work alongside my talented girlfriend on this– do you have any more questions?” 

the interviewer, obviously flustered, stuttered a little. “uh- no, thank you so much and congratulations on the release!” he speedwalked off, making sure to avoid eye contact with the both of you for the rest of the premiere. 

“god, he was annoying, wasn’t he?” kita said, irritation showing in his tone. you let out a laugh. 

“ah, i feel like i can breathe now! thank you for that, shin,” beaming, you took hold of kita’s hand. 

he brought your hand to his lips and gave it a soft kiss. “anything for you. now, let’s go?” 

“yes, let’s.” thanks to your little stunt, the movie exploded with popularity and you and kita became trending all over, the fans were obsessed with you two.

all from a silly little movie date. <3

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𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋‎♪ the girl under the stars vampire apocalypse! au ; kita x reader , wc 545 warnings no proofreading, idk how vampires work the only vampires ik are enhypen and marcilene

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𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 THE sun had already set and made way for the evening sky, adorned with a plethora of glittering stars. having found a clearing of land, you lingered a little to see if anyone was there; after confirming it was safe, you sat down, still cautious of anyone coming.

the last few days had been… eventful. a virus had somehow broken out of a lab and started a vampire plague— it turned people into bloodthirsty creatures, who spread it by biting other people. you and your friends had been safe the first day, until one person got bit and infected the others, leaving only two people left— you and another girl.

—

everything around you had been destroyed, battered to the ground and abandoned. the streets were empty at this time of day. the curfew wasn’t until a few hours later— even though it was recommended to stay inside after the sun set.

the concrete below you was hard and uncomfortable. trying to ignore it, you looked up at the sky. it was a dark, inky blue, littered with stars. the moon had only just started to show, and was a crescent today— a slice of its full shape; a fraction of its full power, countless miles away. the light reflected from it shone down and lit up the otherwide completely dark streets— electricity had only worked in small bursts.

“the stars are pretty nice today, aren’t they?” someone came up behind you and sat down, beside you.

you backed away a little, but upon realising it was kita, from your high-school, you moved closer again.

“huh?— oh yeah, they are.” you said, still focusing on the stars. before this had all broke out, you and kita had sparked something— you both liked each other, and it showed, but none of you said anything.

“it’s like, the only constant here, right now.” you observed, still gazing up.

kita’s eyes were on your face. the light from the stars subtly lit your features in such a way, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. a pang of guilt washed over him, and started bubbling from the pits of him stomach.

“so…” he tried to make conversation. “have you been coping?”

sighing, you shifted your focus from the stars to him. “to be honest? no. my group got bitten and then my only other friend? she’s literally going crazy. she can’t do anything anymore.”

kita’s eyes filled with worry. “oh, i’m sorry,” he said.

looking back up, you said, “don’t be, it’s not your fault. but still, i wish there was some way this… apocalypse would stop…”

he moved to rest his head on your shoulder.

“i’m here now. we’ll be fine,” kita’s dulcet tone did well to calm your hysteric nerves.

staying still, you turn ever so slightly to looking at kita next to you, his eyes closed.

wait. you hadn’t really noticed earlier, but was he always this…

pale?

before the connection was made in your mind, his hands moved to trap you where you were.

“i’m sorry [name].” you heard him whisper, his eyes were now glassy with tears; sharp, pointed fangs peeking out from behind his lips.

all you felt after that was a glaring pain in your shoulder, then nothing— everything went black.

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𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋‎♪ red string of fate soulmates! au , kita x reader wc 1.5k warnings i dont proofread, the ending feels rushed soz xx

after falling in love with a mysterious boy in your dream, you see a small, red string tied to your finger— you were sure that that boy was your soulmate. but you didn’t remember anything about how he looked— how were you going to find him?

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𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 YOUR eyes were forced open by something other than nature; dazed, you went to check the time on your phone— the light made you squint.

3:29am.

the dream you had was so life-like, so realistic that you almost believed it was your life. in it, you fell in love with a someone— a boy, who you knew, but whenever you tried to recall what he looked like his face was blurred, leaving you yearning for someone whom you didn’t even know.

ever since then, whenever you put your hand up to the sun, you saw a little red string, tied to your finger and leading off in an unknown direction.

—

“so how are you going to find him?” your friend asked, while finishing a worksheet.

you sighed. “that’s the problem. i don’t remember what he looks like, at all.” pausing for a second, you continued rambling, “i think when i see him i’ll know— like a gut feeling, or something.”

she scoffed. “so what, you’re going to go around asking every guy ever and then wait to see if you get a gut feeling? i don’t know, that sounds kind of unreliable…”

“no, you don’t get it! it has to be someone in this school, i felt like i’d seen him before,” hearing the teacher come into the classroom, you quickly finished what you were saying and moved your chair to its usual place. the lesson felt like background noise in your busy mind.

that boy in your dreams had to be your soulmate, you knew it, but who was he?

—

pulling up a chair to your friend’s desk with your lunch, you tried to pick the place where the most sunlight hit.

“i think i found him.” you said, with an exhale.

your friend looked taken aback. “no way. you actually found him?”

giggling, you started picking at your lunch. “i think so— he’s on the football team. i think he was in a sports club in my dream, so he has to be it.”

“and your gut feeling? did that work?” she asked, in between bites of her tamagoyaki.

“well, kind of. anyways, i’m sure he’s the one! we’re going on a date today,” replying, you stole a piece of her lunch.

“wha— hey!” your friend yelped. “already? are you sure he’s a.. good guy and all? [name], i don’t want you dating an ass,” you nodded at her point.

“i know, i know— but he seems so sweet! he said he’d plan the date and pay and everything, i’ll meet him there at 7.”

sighing, your friend finished her lunch. “alright, whatever you say. just.. stay safe, yeah? some guys in this school are dicks,” you packed up your lunch as well.

—

today was unusually cold. clinging to warmth, you wrapped your arms around yourself and tugged your jacket closer to you. he said he’d be here at this time— 7pm.

“hey,” you finally heard him coming up behind you. anticipating it, you spun on your heel.m

“hi,” you said, breathless.

“sorry, i had practice. were you waiting for long?”

you shrugged. “no, not really. should we go?”

“sure,” he opened the door for you.

—

the restaurant he had chosen wasn’t necessarily fancy, but it had a nice atmosphere to it. your table was lit by a dim light on the ceiling, and candles bunched in the centre; from somewhere behind you, there was crackling jazz music playing, probably on some vinyl.

you two were sitting at your table— silent. he was on his phone, you tried to make conversation with him.

“so, what’s your friend group in school? i never see you around,” you asked, taking a sip of water; your lipgloss stained the glass a sheer pink.

“him?” distracted, he looked up at you. “oh, just the guys on the team and some volleyball guys as well. aran and kita, you know them?”

at the mention of kita’s name, your heart sped up a little. even without putting your hand to the sun, you could see the red string tied to your finger glowing faintly.

now you were sure your date must be your soulmate. why else would it be glowing?

“i- uh, i have to go to the toilet,” he said abruptly, getting up and waking off.

‘“sure,” you said, tapping at your glass. over time, the lipgloss stain had become less noticeable.

you took the time to go to the toilet as well.

—

as you were looking for the women’s bathroom, you overheard noises from outside; the walls were thin, you could make out someone’s phone ringing from outside.

when you heard muffled voices, nervousness started bubbling in your stomach— it was your date’s voice.

“yeah, she’s just, not as fit as i thought she was. boring as well. how do i get out of this one?” although it was distorted by the wall, you could still tell what he was saying. quietly, you tiptoed backwards, trying to catch him when we walked back in. you weren’t sure what you were going to say to him— but if you stayed any longer, you’d cry.

—

you caught him by surprise when he was coming back into the building.

he stumbled back a little at the sight of you. “oh [name], what are you doing here?” there was nervousness in his voice— you weren’t sure why.

“if you don’t think i’m fit, why did you ask me out?”

he looked like a deer in headlights— except, maybe not as dainty as a deer— his half-assed outfit didn’t do much to add to his appearance.

trying to pay it off, he chuckled a little. “woah, what do you mean? that phone call back there? that was nothing—”

“so you admit it?” you exhaled deeply, pressing at your temples. “forget it. i’m leaving. it was nice to see you on your phone through the entire of the date,” you swivelled around and walked out of the building, the cold air matching you in mood.

—

“hm. it really is cold today,” kita muttered to himself as he made his way down the dark streets. at night, only a few street lamps worked, leaving it up to the shops lining them to provide light. there weren’t many people, so someone like you, alone, leaning against a cold, restaurant wall, his brows furrowed in confusion. what were you doing out in the cold, alone, at this time of year? if kita was just to walk past, he was sure worry would overcome him and leave him unable to go any longer— so he crossed the road quickly.

when you saw the white-haired boy approaching you, your heart started speeding up again and there was a strange, tingling sensation in your right hand. you looked down— the small, red string, tied to your finger was glowing again, but this time bright enough to illuminate the desolate streets surrounding you. the cogs finally clicked in your head; and your eyes widened at the realisation.

kita stood in front of you now, panting lightly.

“hey, are you alright? what are you doing here?-” before he could finish his sentence, you interrupted him.

“you were in my dreams.” you had been standing in the same spot for the best part of 30 minutes, but your breaths were as shallow as if you’d just finished a marathon.

immediately realising what you said, you added,

“oh my god that sounds so weird. i mean-”

“no— i know what you mean.” kita’s breathing matched yours; his eyes looked deep into yours.

“[name], right?” you were sure you’d never met him in real life.

“how…” confused, you stopped to take a few breaths. “how do you know my name?”

kita raised his hand, revealing a small, red string tied to his finger. when you laid your eyes on it, it glowed more brilliantly red than it had before, and in a second, snapped.

you weren’t sure if your cheeks were red from the cold, or from the boy in front of you— maybe it was both.

but despite anything, your heart felt more at ease now, and the world was spinning a little slower.

“why are you out here?” kita asked, leaning on the wall next to you.

“it’s a stupid story— i caught my date talking shit about me and then i left. he’s probably still inside,” you sighed.

he stood up suddenly, looking at the illuminated sign of the restaurant and then the time.

“why don’t we go now? on a date,” kita’s voice was warm and mellow.

you looked hesitant for a second. “i feel bad…”

“don’t be. i’ll pay, of course,” he continued, grabbing your wrist lightly.

“you know what, sure,” you laughed.

the restaurant felt completely different now: the atmosphere had morphed into one that was delicate and romantic. and now, the boy from your dream’s face was no longer blurred, his features were sharp in your mind: soft, hazel eyes and white hair— which turned into black at the tips. kita shinsuke— it had a nice ring to it.

kita shinsuke— your soulmate.

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