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>Kita Shinsuke sent you a letter, would you like to read it?
#CC of the letter directed to :@babythotshq​.

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letter from the author : 
❝dear reader, dear @sachirou-senpai​, 
this piece is my participation for the babythots winter wonderland collab and also the occasion to wish you, ellie, the merriest christmas of them all (although i’m late.) i’m hoping this letter will warm your heart, i loved writing every bit of it and couldn’t stop thinking about whether or not you were going to like it. i adore you. 

sealed with a kiss, 
nikki, your secret santa.❞

The table in the living room had become the metaphorical throne for all sorts of garments— amongst them, a pile of candies and other diverse kinds of sweets gained the omnipotency of the attention because, after all, what could be a movie marathon without the inexorable stack of candies which followed? It would be like breaking a silent tradition, movies (whatever the kind of movie for that matter) and snacks went hand in hand together like an unspoken rule. But just when you thought the messy pyramid of sweets on the table wasn’t enough, your glance fell on the figure of your boyfriend holding a bowl of popcorn freshly taken out of the pan where they had exploded like a myriad of fireworks just a few minutes ago. His hold was so careful, a true reflection of his own personality, after all.

« Shinsuke, love, don’t you think we have enough snacks right now? » You half-questioned, your gaze flickering between the ridiculous amount of sweets on the table and the incredulous look painted on his face.

« If there is one thing I learned from the movie nights with the rest of the volleyball team, aside from knowing how to break up a fight with the twins, is that there is never enough snacks. » Touché. And he knew that he was right by the way a hint of a grin manifested itself amidst his facial features.

« I mean, when you’re putting it like that, it’s not like I can resist, right? » You half-asked, knowing this question had every characteristic of a rhetorical question. You just wanted to drown yourself in a paradise of sweets, drown by sugar, and snuggle close to your boyfriend.

Whilst you were holding the TV remote in your right hand, the left one was busy patting the vacant spot next to you on the couch, explicitly inviting the salt and pepper haired man to sit next to you and find himself the victim of your ceaseless waves of love. Kita did as you told wordlessly, and took a sit next to you as you felt the cushion deepen a bit at the newly added weight, but his presence was already comforting you.

« Are you ready for the marathon? Because once we start, there’s no stopping! » The words poured from you mouth in a continuous flow of enthusiasm, your orbs moving onto his credulous expression which quickly morphed into a faded smile at the sudden realization of spending so much time with you and you only.

« You make it sound like something alarming. Should I be worried, dear? » Kita tilted his head back to face you, the grin on his face deepened to dig into his cheeks and let appear a pair of precious dimples, fine lines blooming at the corner of his eyes.

« There’s nothing to worry about as long as I’m here, just stuff your face with sweets, cuddle me and watch these good ol’ cliché movies with me. » There’s nothing he could complain about. He reckoned himself that he had neglected his time dedicated to you to invest it in volleyball-related activities, but without stating the obvious, he much preferred spending time with you rather than hear the continuous bickering of the twins.

« Right. Nothing to worry about as long as you’re here. » He repeated without any real kind of purpose, planting these words into your skin by kissing your temple as if he was sealing a promise. Like a reminder to himself, if you will.

Your fingertips soon found the right combination on the remote to find the very first movie of the marathon ahead of you, your digits moved mechanically without second thinking, as if you had practiced these moves over and over again whilst waiting for Kita to spend this night with you.

The screen of the TV was soon colored by a whole spectrum of colors gravitating around the color scheme of Christmas, an accord of red, white, green and gold. But even with the distraction and the colorful explosions on the screen, Kita had still his hazel eyes set on you, a gleam of genuine adoration dancing in the corner of his irises. And why of course, no one could truly ignore his glance, and even when he was looking at you with metaphorical hearts in his eyes, you still felt a pressure weighing on your shoulders. You looked up to him, a brow raised to emphasize wordlessly your interrogation.

« It’s nothing. » He said, having already picked up on your silent question and so your eyes darted back to the screen, « you’re insanely beautiful », he whispered to no one but himself, yet another vocal reminder of how lucky he was.

But the more the scenes arrived and went away, the more you felt your body lean on Kita. He felt the urge to adapt his hold on you to your new position, bowing his right arm so he could welcome you in the warmth emanating from his chest and thus challenge the fireplace. Your cranium was laying between his shoulder and his collarbone, a soft balance where your head fit just fine.

But regardless of the parts of his anatomy, your body parts always seemed to fit perfectly with his. The latter reminded Kita of an old tale his grandmother used to tell him and how lovers, a long time ago, used to be one. But the Gods were so jealous of their powers and love that they decided to separate them, and since their natural form had been cut in two, each one longed for its own other half for all of their life, and so they would throw their arms around each other, weaving themselves together, wanting to grow together.

Truthfully, Kita did not pay one bit attention to the movie. He memorized some of the characters, surely, but all he could think about was how well you were fitting in his arms, how poetic this embrace was, how you were molded just for him and how you were molded just for him. And whilst still thinking about this myth, he was sure that he was your soulmate in another life.

Before he could even realize it, the second movie had started, and he could’ve sworn to himself that it was the same plot… Or was it? Oh well, he was going to pay attention this time, it was a promise to both himself and you. His hold tightened a bit around you, accustoming to the way he had straightened up himself to adopt a position perfect to focus solely on the movie.

It’s safe to say that he was absorbed. He had made mental maps of who was who and how this character was linked to another, hell, he was even already guessing what was bound to happen in the rest of the movie. Kita focused so intensely that it seemed that the noise emanating from the screen had cancelled out the sound of your soft snores, after all, his heartbeats were the perfect lullaby to fall asleep.

You looked so at peace, your dreams were surely the guardians of your quietude, and he had least hoped that he was in one of them. His fingertips brushed ever so softly against the crown of your hair, each motion was calculated not to wake you up, and it’s like he fell in love with you all over again.

« Because once we start, there’s no stopping, you said. Well, my love, it looks like you met your own end. » Kita’s words were mere whispers thrown into the quietude of the reigning atmosphere.

He solely needed to move his hands behind your thighs to put you in a position which would make it easier for him to carry you, those thoughts soon became reality as he was now holding you, a forearm secured behind your thighs whilst his other hand traveled from the nape of your neck to meet his other palm. He had never been so cautious in his life, after all, your slumber was at stake. And each step he took on the stairs was as quiet as the vacuity in outer space.

Kita’s hand gained its original spot back on your neck as he began to close the distance between your asleep form and the mattress, protecting your neck just like how you’d protect the neck of a newborn to avoid any harsh movement. And there you were, in your most serene before his eyes after a poor attempt at challenging him for a hallmark movie marathon.

You woke up the next morning, the sudden feeling of hot trails left by Kita’s hold on you that night awakened at the same time as you, and although your vision was blurry from the sudden adjustment to the lightening and the intrusion of the rays of sunshine which had pierced through your curtains, you could discern a foreign presence on your nightstand amidst your distorted vision of reality.

You blinked once. Then twice. And smile at the realization.

It was a basket composed of fruits, tea bags, water and other kinds of bakeries his grandma must have surely given him. But the most drastic detail was the note he had left along with the rest, in that detailed lettering of his :

« My love, make sure you eat your breakfast properly. I am looking forward to the second half of the movie marathon tonight with you. I love you.

Signed : Kita, your boyfriend.

P.S : you are safe as long as you are with me, too. »

— 2:14 AM

remind yourself to thank the heavens for rainy weather later on. sure, a week’s worth of laundry and muddied rubber shoes await your attention, but how could you? how could you manage to peel yourself away from where the bed dipped to adapt to your sleeping position, wriggle out of the blanket that had begun to absorb your warmth, and now shielded you from the cold?

the skies weep on your behalf. another body laying flush against your back, cupping you perfectly in the curve of their chest.

broken snores and limp hands are wrapped around your waist — a signal that they are still fast asleep, earning you free reign to turn and litter their face with kisses, smiling after each one.

it was quite funny, if you were being honest. the other’s face smooshed into one side where the pillow dipped and crinkled with a small pool of drool. their face was absent of any wrinkle indicating stress and it makes your heart swell. to be able to behold their state of vulnerability and calm.

it was moments like these that made you question whether or not you were even truly human. mortal. flesh and blood. you could’ve sworn you were fully engulfed by this lightness of being; all your humanly weight stripped off by the moment. skin and blood cowering away from you with each kiss and touch.

you lay on your back to look at the ceiling while rain play their song around you, drumming in disorganized harmony over surfaces. the curtain gently flaps to accomodate the chilly breeze, and birds rush past in search for shelter.

yes. you are in fact here. in the moment. in the flesh.

something shifts beside you.

their eyes meet yours, still droopy and puffy from sleep. you offer them a small smile while they slowly blink in the morning light and mouth you a ‘good morning’.

you playfully wrinkle your nose to complain about morning bad breath, earning a groan and even more stirring from the other figure. each giggle and hum sheds sleep away from the both of you.

it was moments like these where you hug them a little tighter, kiss them a little deeper, and hold them a little closer. you fear anything less than that will reduce either of you to a barely-present spectre.

you want to feel the rough pads of their fingers caress every surface of you skin, you want to savor the way chapped morning lips press itself against your shoulder, or how you both fit perfectly into each other in all aspects.

everything is sealed in them pulling you back flush into their skin, your hands curled into little fists in the smallest of spaces between you two. chapped lips press themselves on your forehead. familiar breaths tickle your hair. you can almost feel their steady heartbeats where your forehead rested against their chest.

hands find their way through the sheets to trace patterns on the expanse of your skin that by now, you swear ghosts of mandala designs litter your back. under your breath, you hum a thank you to the grey skies — for the moment, for your lover’s gentle heaving chest, and for being flesh and blood.

notes: i was scrolling through my notes app and found this little thing. i thought it’d be a waste to assign a specific character so i left it open, but you can look at the tags for some character suggestions too. take care!!

>> all words by aero 2021. please do not plagiarize.

Why not me? | Atsumu Miya x Reader (+ Shinsuke Kita)

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Summary: Atsumu wants to know why you don’t choose him.

Atsumu, Osamu, and you have been friends since they were little. Your mother and Mrs. Miya always said that when you grew up you would marry one of the twins. Little Atsumu was one hundred percent sure that it would be him and he was not afraid to say it, he did not want to wait for them to grow up so he proposed to you in the garden of his house. Osamu was not interested in marrying you so I do not fight for you, as Atsumu had expected, but the “trade” the wedding and you had only accepted because you liked the cute plastic ring that Atsumu managed to win in one of the machines in the central commercial.

When they grew up the idea of ​​marrying you did not abandon Atsumu. He believed that sooner or later they would end up together like the romantic movies he made them watch lately. It was always the same trope: friends in love with each other but taking time to confess their feelings for x reason but once they admitted that they loved each other they ended up together. He thought you were trying to indirectly tell him what you were feeling.

I was ready to save you work and confess but then one day you showed up at the gym with Kita’s jacket and holding hands with him. That day Atsumu did best practice, hoping to get your attention, hoping you would realize that you made the wrong choice and that he was the right choice. He saw it but your eyes never shone like when you looked at the captain of Inarizaki. Why did you see him so amazed? He was the setter, the most important position, and Kita was not a special player.

Atsumu decided to concentrate on volleyball while he waited for his chance with you. He thought that when Kita graduated, you two would break up. But no, they stayed together. Despite

Now, years later, he was at your wedding party, exactly in the bathroom vomiting while Osamu scolds him for having taken too much and Suna took photos for future blackmail.

“Hey, is he better?” you asked coming in with a bottle of water.

“He will survive” Osamu replied “You can go back to the party, don’t let this idiot ruin your night”

On any other occasion, Atsumu would be embarrassed that you don’t see in this state. He now he did not feel ashamed, the only thing he felt was pain, jealousy, and envy.

Why Kita? Why not him? Couldn’t you see that he could make you happier? He was a fucking volleyball player! He had more money than Kita! By God, you deserved more than this pathetic party to celebrate your wedding. He could give you more. Even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t have to work anymore. You would not have to be aware of the bills or worried about spending too much on your wedding dress. He could give you anything you wanted but no, you’d rather be on a stupid farm with Kita.

“Why Kita? Why not me?” asked the blond, looking at you from the floor “I love you much much more than Kita”

Osamu wanted to hit his twin. This is what he was referring to when he told him not to do anything stupid. He thought they were already saving after Atsumu didn’t stop the ceremony by yelling “I object” but no the idiot had to get drunk and plead. He definitely should have made Atsumu stay home.

“No, you don’t”

Suna put her cell phone away as she felt how the atmosphere became tense. Maybe if this had happened during a party in high school Suna would have filmed it but now they were adults and he knew that this situation was not funny. Your pretty face now had a frown and you were tense. Goodbye to the happy bride.

“Yes, I do!” he said getting up with Osamu’s help. Feeling upset that you are invalidating his feelings.

“No, if you really love me did you wouldn’t be doing this to me on my wedding night” your scathing reply was like a beating for Atsumu “You’re selfish, Atsumu. You’re only doing this because you don’t want to be the only one unhappy tonight” you gave the bottle Suna and left the bathroom without wanting to listen to the blonde Miya anymore, leaving him crying while Osamu and Suna tried to comfort him.

When you left you heard Shinsuke’s laugh, instantly your body relaxed. Your husband’s laugh always had the same effect, it made you feel warm and it made your heart happy.

Without wasting any more time you ran towards him and hugged him from behind, managing to get his attention by forgetting about his conversation with Aran.

“Hey, is everything okay?” your husband asked turning around. He looked so handsome in his suit. Although to you he always looked handsome. Even when he came home with his dirty clothes after planting.

“Everything is perfect” you answered kissing him.

You would choose Shinsuke, over and over again. You didn’t mind not having a fancy life or being far from the city. The only thing that mattered to you was having Shinsuke by your side. He is the one who makes you happy, he is your home and nothing was going to change that.

“Can we cut the cake now? The baby wants to eat cake.”

“I thought the cravings started later,” Kita said making you laugh.

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