there was something very surprising about the way that even when you argued, kita would always be working with you. how even if you’re angry with each other, sordid looks mixed with comments about the other’s actions, you’d still be standing there doing the dishes together.
the first time he did it, helping you fold the laundry after he forgot about date night, making sure to sort all of your socks out for you, you were thrown off. even when you’d make little comments as you handed a pair of jeans off to him, how you would’ve loved to have gone out for the night, kita would still plant a kiss on your head and fold it exactly how you wanted. of course you’d both apologize, but in the heat of the moment, it wasn’t like you were abandoned.
it wasn’t something you learned in past relationships, exes who would storm out the door and leave you making the bed. the corners rolling upward before you could make it to the other side. but kita stood there, taking the opposite corner and tucking it in, pulling the sheets a little further your way because you luck to curl up beneath them. and eventually it rubbed off on you.
you’d make a comment, one that didn’t truly express how you felt, and he had to take a moment. he felt hurt, shoulders dropping as he escaped to the kitchen. and you slowly followed him in there, grabbing a hand towel and wiping off the freshly washed dishes. “i didn’t mean it shin.. i love you,” you whispered it, enough that he could hear it and feel it send shivers down his spine.
“i love you too.” he whispers back, hurt in his voice. and yet you’d finish the dishes together before crawling into bed, making sure that the hurt wasn’t the last thing you both felt before falling asleep.
“you just happened to buy the building next to my bar? and i’m supposed to believe it’s just a coincidence?”
synopsis: after years of not seeing your ex-fiancé, he shows up at your bar, revealing that he’s bought the building next door to finally own his own restaurant.
pairing: osamu miya x gn!reader - type: smau / written - tropes: exes to lovers, business owners, second chances - warnings: alcohol use, cussing, crude jokes, references to sex
profiles: bar hoppers + moochers
chapters:
1 - enemy at the front gates
2 - someone’s unlucky
3 - namesake
4 - an eye for an eye
5 - mistake after mistake
6 - unlocked door
OMG Dira, I love this! I love cats and they are so cute. Also, this is very positive, and I needed this after an interesting week I had. I hope you are doing well Dira! Once again thank you so much for this and I'm sorry that I was late to respond to this one too😭
For the Snowflake Collab / Collab Masterlist- Hosted by @dira333
Cozy winter nights with Kenma
The dim lighting of your shared living room was so warming compared to the soft snowfall outside. You watched people outside walking around in the snow, upon hearing your boyfriend in the kitchen you turned your head around to see what he was up to.
Thinking that he was only getting some snacks and then going back to his room to game, you were genuinely surprised when you saw him holding up to mugs.
" Do you want some cocoa?", he asks. You smiled and got up from where you were sitting and made your way to the kitchen. You knew that when he asks you for a drink that a cozy night together would follow. While he made the cocoa, you busied yourself with making popcorn for you two to share.
when everything was finished and was ready to be enjoyed, Kenma took everything on a try to the living room and put it on the living room table. You quickly went to go get some soft cozy blankets. You came back and you snuggled up close together, he put his arm around you, and you rested your head on his shoulder. The snow gently blowing around as you two enjoyed being warm in each other's arms.
Currently working on kageyama fan fiction that has been marinating in my inbox for months, to the anon who requested that I haven't forgotten about it or you ! Thank you for being patient.
˚✶ * the kita farm’s own nimrod
or a fic dedicated to @mythblossoms for @sodaneko’s secret santa event
kita shinsuke x fem!reader
m.list / winter collection / wc: 1.6k
kita grabs a kid by his armpits, lifting him over the barn’s gates, holding him until his shoes plant firmly against the scattered hay. “so, i’ll tell you what i told the other kids, they’re goats. they love kids, but not when they pull their fur, can you do that for them? be gentle?” he kneels down, one hand placed on the boy’s shoulder.
the boy gives a meager nod, eyes darting between kita and the other kids, all surrounded by the younger litters of the year. kita bites the inside of his cheek, eyes narrowing at the eager young boy, resulting in a gentle sigh, “okay, go have fun. just be gentle,” he watches as the boy runs towards the other kids, immediately rubbing the goat’s ears and coats.
kita rests his hands on his hips, one hand quickly reaching up to readjust his hat. a festive christmas sweater is mostly covered by a puffer style vest, a belt peeking out just below, a pair of blue jeans covering the shafts of his boots. looking back towards the fair, he takes in a deep breath, letting out a slow one soon thereafter.
scanning the crowd, he spots atsumu wandering near the barn. melting piles of snow lay splotchy on the ground. in his hand is a bucket of caramel corn, something osamu convinced him would be a good way to use up some of the leftover corn. “‘tsumu!” his name rings through kita’s cupped hands as he leans over the barn’s gate.
atsumu’s head swivels until he catches kita, his shoulders dropping as soon as he sees kita usher him over. tossing a couple more pieces of caramel corn into his mouth, atsumu saunters up to the gate, rolling his eyes before kita even has a chance to say something, “what do you want?”
“can you watch the kids for a second? i want to check on the cider stand and see how everyone’s doing by the front,” kita rests one hand on the barn’s wall, giving him a soft, ‘i’m sorry’ smile.
pressing a finger against his chin, he raises an eyebrow. gaze glancing between kita and the kids, he finally shrugs his shoulders. “fine, fine, but be quick. their sticky little hands will probably end up in my hair at some point and i’d rather not cut these locks,” atsumu pops another piece of caramel corn into his mouth, watching as kita quickly unlocks the gate.
“thank you, i’ll even buy you another bucket for your help,” kita walks backwards as he speaks, swiftly turning around to make his way towards the front of the fair.
“well, payment in the form of cash… would be nice, okay,” atsumu turns towards the kids, watching as they take turns messing with goats in some way, all of their little hands on some part of the goat.
he enters the barn, making sure to lock the gate behind him, setting his bucket of caramel corn off to the side. pursing his lips, he glances between the kids and the entrance to the barn. tapping his foot rhythmically to the music playing throughout the speaker system. his shoulders move with the music, only stopping in his path when he turns around to see you in the entrance of the barn.
you’re leaning over the gate, smiling at the sight of the goats. atsumu raises his eyebrows, his skin crawling at the sight of you. “are you wanting to meet our very adorable goats?” atsumu crosses his arms in front his chest, adjusting his posture slightly.
“oh-“ you look up from the goats, trying to give a kind smile, “yeah. my friend brought me here and it’s really the only thing i was looking forward to. i’m- well i’m in veterinarian school and we haven’t had much time to see them in person yet.”
“would you like to come in? right now there’s pretty much just snot-nosed toddlers,” atsumu hurries to open the gate, standing back to let you walk inside, hand stumbling to relock it.
raising your eyebrows, you stare out at the surrounded herd of goats, the kids acting as though they’re sheep dogs. “i can see, is there anyway to call one over? i don’t mind kids but i’d hate for them to be overwhelmed,” your hands clasp the strap of your bag, pursing your lips.
atsumu bites his lips, instantly becoming stone faced. he stops for a moment, unable to tell you anything about the goats besides what kita had told him in passing. rubbing his hands on his pants, he finally says something, eyebrows furrowing, “well, i could try to herd one away from the crowd.”
“that would be amazing, thank you..”
“atsumu, i’m a friend of the family, been coming here for years. and you might be?” he questions, slowly walking while crouching towards the goats.
before you can reply, his plan doesn’t go accordingly as he stumbles forward, scaring the goats and kids into all directions. they bump into walls, some goats hiding in piles of hay. one runs towards the gate, the latch not totally locked. it hurries into the open field, sending your heart racing. “the goats!” you run past the gate, trying to close it behind you before running for the free goat.
“holy shit!” you mistakenly shout, running as fast you can towards the goat, the slightly muddy fields seeping around your new boots.
before you can reach the goat, someone tumbles in from the side, his hat rolling off as he holds the goat close to him. dirt and mud smear against his jeans, his vest in need of a washing. “oh my god, thank you for catching him.. or her. they worried me so much,” you run the back of your hand against your forehead, letting out a deep sigh.
“did you leave the gate open?” the man asks, keeping the goat in his arms as he stumbles to his feet, unable to let you speak before continuing, “it’s so dangerous to leave the gate open like that, we’re open to adults entering the barn but you have to be more careful than that.”
furrowing your eyebrows, your tongue runs along your teeth. “excuse me? who says i left the gate open? are you that thick headed that you can’t even think before you speak?” you question him, hand reaching down to the ground, picking up his hat for him despite his behavior. holding it out to him, he grabs it swiftly, shaking it to get off any remaining residue.
“thick headed?” he laughs as he speaks, clearly a little exhausted, “this is my family’s livelihood, you’re talking about and not properly taking care of.”
“you don’t even know if the gate was me, nimrod-”
“kita! i’m so sorry, i must not have locked the gate correctly when i let her in. i do not think i’m cut out to ever be a farm hand,” atsumu runs up to the two of you, hands on his thighs as he takes in a few deep breaths, hay is scattered across his clothes from where he dived face first.
hearing the confession coming straight from atsumu, you turn towards kita, hands resting on your hips. raising an eyebrow, you slightly tilt your head, lips pursed. kita slowly glances between atsumu and you, shoulders dropping in defeat. “it was you, atsumu?” he questions, clenching his face as he pinches the bridge of his nose.
atsumu kicks at a small pile of snow, shrugging his shoulders with a sigh, “yeah, i think it was. my hand slipped while i was locking the gate and- i’m sorry. now, i should probably get back to those toddlers. they were giggling to hell and back after i fell.”
“it’s fine,” kita rubs his temple with his finger, letting out a defeated sigh before turning towards you.
“you’re lucky you’re holding a goat, i have half a mind to throw a handful of mud at you,” you start towards the barn, kicking off some of the dirt from your boot, followed by a quick-footed kita, the goat swaying in his arms.
he catches up to your quickened pace, trying to stay alongside you as he ponders what to say. “i’m sorry, i should’ve assumed it was atsumu, he’s never really worked with goats. god- can you slow down a little?” kita has never felt himself be as annoyed as he is with you, a negative emotion slipping into his words.
“slow down? you just accused me of something you had no prior knowledge to. maybe i should write the local paper ‘pompous ass runs the kita family fair’,” you scoff, pulling your bag closer to your side.
“that’s- that’s not necessary, maybe we could work something out. you wanted to see the goats? perhaps you could come out here for a one-on-one visit with them,” kita scrunches up his face, cursing himself for letting the fair take over his normally calm demeanor.
stopping in your tracks, you bite the inside of your cheek. “really? do you only have little goats or are there adults as well?”
“yeah- we have most ages represented through our goats. but then you could have an uninterrupted experience without giving us a bad review,” kita looks back at you, shoulders dropping as he sees the gears turning in your head.
“okay, i would love that. this would be great for a research paper i’m working on. i’ll call the farm’s phone number tomorrow and we can sort something out,” you smile, feeling your heart pumping quickly, knowing you don’t even have anyone to contact at the newspaper.
note: kai i hope you enjoy this meet ugly <33!! i actually had a few fic ideas that i may post another time, but i had so much fun writing this!! and thank you again for organizing this lale <33
Sero Hanta x Reader - for the Milestone Event Week 2 - @sippn-the-tae
Hanta picks you up from work, your business attire a stark contrast against his wide, lazy fit and the shadow of a beard he keeps trying to grow.
“I look overdressed,” you pout, leaning into him. “Now I wanna go change.”
“You look hot,” Hanta disagrees, pulling you in. “And we absolutely can, I just thought since it’s around the corner-”
“No, it’s fine,” you sigh. “If we go home now, we won’t step foot outside again. I know myself.”
Hanta grins cheekily. “Don’t tempt me with a good time.”
“Stop it,” you laugh, slapping him playfully. “Come on, you wanted me to meet your friends, now do it.”
“Yes Ma’am,” he salutes playfully, dragging you down the street toward the busier parts of town.
You talk about work as you go, the cool recipe you saw online today and want to try this weekend, and the ugly shoes your coworker wore to work today.
Much too soon, the smell of fried food hits your nose, and your stomach rumbles.
“In here,” Hanta gestures at a tiny restaurant at the end of a narrow alley. “Kirishima once saved their cat from a tree or something. They make the best dumplings.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” you claim, slipping in after him.
The place is small, but homey, the walls adorned with a mishmash of knick-knacks and old photographs. An older woman is eating by the window, and two men in business suits are discussing the menu on a table by the door. In the back, however, a table is groaning under the weight of a dozen dishes, the group laughing and waving you over.
“We ordered without you!” One of the guys hollers, grinning from one ear to the other. “Cause you’re such a lame-ass!”
“I told you I’m picking up my girl!” Hanta shoots back, pulling you in. “You better have picked the best thing on the menu!”
Hanta turns to you, grinning foolishly. “That’s Kaminari,” he explains. Nothing more needs to be added. You’ve read their chats - accidentally and not so accidentally - and listened in on phone calls. Nothing is going to surprise you about him anymore.
“That’s my girl!” Hanta exclaims proudly, gesturing at you like you’re a statue, and he’s the tour guide. “Look at her!”
“Hi,” you wave, feeling a little awkward until one of the girls manages to free herself from her boyfriend and slips away from the table toward you. You expect her to greet you, but not the force she uses to propel herself in your direction, slinging her arms around you.
“YOU’RE SO CUTE!” She hollers, giggling. “I’m Mina, by the way. Come, sit with us!”
“She’s sitting with me,” Hanta tries to intervene, hand on your elbow. “Babe, please sit with me!”
They squabble, aided by Kaminari and the redhead, who seems to be Mina’s boyfriend, until a blond turns and snarls at them to be quiet, glaring at you with glowing red eyes.
“Can’t you keep a leash on him?” He asks you, nodding in Hanta’s direction. “Or a muzzle?”
“Hey now,” you slide into the spot next to Mina, unsurprised to find Hanta’s hip digging into yours seconds later. “That would make kissing pretty difficult.”
The guy's features slip for a second as the table erupts in laughter. It feels like a win.
-
Hours later, tired and heavy from the good food and the late hour, Mina drags you outside as the boys pay the bill.
The cool air does wonders for your energy level, and you listen to Jiro and Mina squabble, the stars above you invisible.
“There you are,” Hanta's arms are warm around your midsection, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Tell Kaminari off for me. He’s being lame.”
“Why?” You laugh, leaning back into him. “What did he say?”
Hanta’s quiet. Later, he’ll tell you about it, maybe, or forget he ever started this conversation.
The air is filled with laughter, murmured conversations, the memories of friendships forged years ago.
Bakugo turns once more as he moves to leave, waving. “You’re coming by Saturday, right?” He asks instead of saying goodbye, and the others guffaw in his sudden absence.
“What?” You ask. “What’s Saturday?”
“Barbecue at his place!” Kaminari explains as Hanta mumbles into your ear: “No one gets invited just like that. He likes you.”
“I’m dating you!” You remind him, and Mina joins the conversation like she’s never done anything else. “Exactly! Bakugo is very protective of his friends.”
Her smile is warm and inviting, her arm soon joined with yours as you find yourself on the way back home, Hanta curled halfway around your other side.
“You’re part of the family now,” Mina decides, beaming. “Can I braid your hair?”
Hello everyone, I just wanted to say that soon I will be writing again! And I will probably first get out this ask that has been in my ask box for a very long time! I'm sorry that I was gone for a while. I need some time to rest, reflect and relocate to a new area.
Hello everyone, I just wanted to let you all know that I will be taking a break from writing for a while due to lots of personal life events and my own reflection on my situation. I will hopefully start the roommates head cannons soon and also I have a requested fics In the works. Thank you for your patience.
“we don’t have to meet in a back alley like i’m your drug dealer,” you zip open your backpack, resting them on your knees as you press your back against the building’s bricks.
looking up, you meet kageyama’s gaze. his hands are shoved into his jacket as he rocks back and forth on the soles of his shoes. he shrugs his shoulders, digging the toe of his shoe into the concrete. “if we get caught they could kick me off the volleyball team.. so we do,” kageyama looks behind him, biting the inside of his cheek.
“if you say so,” you roll your eyes, grabbing out a small folder with a few different pieces of homework in it. opening it up, you’re met with a few versions of the same homework, different names written at the top, “this should equate to a b.”
kageyama grabs the paper from your hand, searching each question to make sure it matched his handwriting and his thought processes. stuffing it into an opening in his backpack, he turns back to look at you, folding his arms in front of his chest. rocking on the balls of his feet again, he looks around awkwardly, seemingly trying to get out of the next part of your deal.
“so, where is it?”
“where’s what?” he blinks rapidly, hands falling to his sides.
“my payment. you were supposed to bring it after i did your homework, half now and half when you get the grade back. where is it kageyama?” you stand up, crossing your arms in front of your chest, eyebrows furrowing.
kageyama clenches his jaw, raising his shoulders as he gives you an odd look. “i forgot it.. but maybe i could do something in exchange. i have volleyball practice but i can do something afterwards, anything.”
“really, anything?”
“yes, absolutely, anything, just name it,” he holds his hands out, taking a step towards you.
giving him a smile, you pat your hand on his shoulder. with your free hand, you grab your backpack and throw it onto your shoulder. “great, take me out on a date after your volleyball practice. we can do whatever you want, as long as we go to dinner afterwards.”
“what?” kageyama questions, quickly following after you as you start heading for the alley’s exit.
“you said you’d do anything, and i need someone to take me out on a date tonight. we don’t have to kiss or anything but you need to hold my hand at least a couple times or it won’t be believable that we’re a teenaged couple,” you pull the other strap onto your other shoulder, stopping at the edge of the gap, watching all of your peers walk by.
kageyama stares down at his shoes, processing what you just told him. “that’s what you want?”
“yes. you’re a prominent athlete in the school and it would help my social standing. so, i’ll meet you at the gym after your practice, honey?” leaning forward, you kiss the air near his cheek, believable to others without actually kissing him.
his lips part, mouth slightly agape as he watches you step towards your building. nodding slowly, he starts to wonder what he got himself into. especially as he can feel the heat creep to his face, hands feeling clammy from your interesting conversation. waiting a moment, he heads towards his classroom, biting the on
˚✶ * dreaming of a handsome man w/ iwaizumi
or you meet on of your new neighbors
m.list / wc: 836
wiping your arm across your forehead, you stare out at the boxes covering your apartment living room floor. they’re stacked higher than the kitchen cabinets, only a coat rack sits free by the front door. your hands clench at your sides, a wavy of nausea and anxiety coats over you. there’s a part of you that wishes that these were the last of them, more than a few boxes left in the back of your car quickly coming to mind.
letting out a short sigh, you take in a deep breath and walk back towards your front door. your hand slowly pulls the door behind you, locking it with the key you got twenty minutes earlier. turning around, you don’t expect to see someone right in front of you, staring down at his phone with a certain intensity. he bumps into you at a jogging speed, sending you falling backwards.
his eyes quickly widen, showing a soft olive green hue, hand reaching out to grab your forearm. however, he isn’t quick enough as you bounce back and hit your head against the carpet flooring. a groan escapes your lips, your free hand resting against your eyes and forehead. “are you okay?” the man questions, standing over you as his hand stays wrapped around your forearm.
“i’m not sure yet,” you squint, hand pushing up against your hairline, “this is not comfortable carpeting…”
the man accidentally lets a laugh slip, looking away to hide his smile, “well you have to be doing somewhat okay if you still have a sense of humor. i’m sorry about knocking you over, i was making sure my workout started on an app i use.”
“well, you might want to pause it considering you’re still standing here,” you finally open your eyes, getting a good look of the man in front of you, watching the morning sunlight cascade over him.
a muscle tee stops at his shoulders, toned muscles running up and down his arms. nodding, his hand runs down your forearm, grabbing ahold of yours. his palms are rough and there’s a glean of sweat against his skin. “you’re probably right, but i’d like to at least get a look at you before i go. i am a physical therapist and do know a thing or two about concussions.”
“and my name is iwaizumi, i live down the hall from here,” iwaizumi pulls you up from the ground in one gentle motion, accidentally pulling you right up against him, his free hand pressing against the small of your back to keep you from falling backwards.
you try to say something but the words catch in your throat. biting your lip, you take in a deep breath through your nose, nodding your head slowly. “nice to meet you.”
“now, can you tell me the year? your name?” he questions, keeping you close to him as his gaze flickers between your eyes.
“uh- yeah? it’s 2025 and my name is l/n y/n,” you give a short smile, not wanting to move an inch out of fear that he’ll let you go and you’ll lose the warmth of his touch.
iwaizumi nods, smiling back at you, lines forming around his eyes. there’s a haze in the way that he looks at you, like you couldn’t actually imagine him standing here holding you up against him. “that’s a good sign, although i might need some more one on one time with you to ensure you haven’t endured any lasting effects,” his face slowly inches closer.
“i’d love a little one on one time,” you lean forward as well, closing your eyes as you grow closer.
“are you okay?” he whispers, sounding louder as it echoes through your head.
“what?” you quickly question, eyebrows furrowing.
“are you okay?”
you finally open your eyes, finding yourself back on the floor. he’s standing above you with an apologetic look on his face, one hand feeling the back of your head for any bumps. blinking quickly, your face scrunches up, “uh yeah, god my head hurts.”
“i’m not surprised, you went down pretty hard. this isn’t the most cushioned carpeting, now, can you tell me your name and maybe the year? i work as a physical therapist so i just need to make sure you’re not suffering from a concussion,” he looks down at you, gaze flickering between your eyes.
“i’m having an intense feeling of deja vu.. uh i’m l/n y/n and it’s 2025,” you feel your heartbeat racing as he grabs ahold of your hand to pull you onto your feet.
“that’s a good sign, i’m sorry again for bumping into you. i’m iwaizumi and i live down the hall, if you don’t mind, i’d like to try another few things to make sure you’re healthy,” iwaizumi takes a step back, keeping your hand in his as he keeps you standing upright.
nodding, your hand starts to feel clammy in his. his kind smile and your head injury induced hallucination creating a terribly timed feeling of infatuation.
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