Aria

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𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 aria's 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 ♡

hiiii I'𝐦 aria ✯

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masterlist

mha

haikyuu

jjk

sk8 the infinity (excluding adam)

kpop demon hunters

hunter x hunter (excluding hisoka)

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TEXT WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND!KENMA

a/n: Today is my best friend’s birthday!!! She loves Kenma and since I don’t write for him much i’m doing it for her!!!

[aransmind]

emo megumi

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Holiday stone

a/n: Happy Father’s Day! I’m a day late but all is well. Let’s see how many times I can successfully post this summer…

word count: 500+ drabble

characters: latehusband!higuruma x reader

You remember celebrating your very first father’s day like it was yesterday. For starters, being too tired to stop Higuruma from climbing out of the bed early before the sun rose.

Apparently you weren’t too tired to spring out of bed to the sound of your 3 week old crying 20 minutes later.

The cold floor against your tired dragging feet made you shiver with every step. You walked to her room, covered in pink decorations, and lifted her out of her crib into your arms. Her screaming was so loud that you didn’t notice the quick footsteps that followed you behind in a rush.

“Y/n...” Higuruma gently grabbed the baby out of your arms— placing his hand of the back of your head to pull you towards his forehead kiss as he continued to rock your daughter in his other arm.

“Go rest. Please, I got this.” His voice whispered as he didn’t dare try waking her up. With the look in his eyes of genuine concern, how could you say no? You were both just newly exhausted parents after all.

Giving him one last smile, you went back to bed and got not only the rest you needed, but the rest you deserved. At least until you were woken up once more by a gentle hand stroking your cheek.

You opened your eyes to your husband kneeling on the floor with his head resting on his arm at the edge of the bed. He continued to stroke your face while he stared at you with bags under his eyes.

“I’m sorry. You should have a breakfast plate sitting next to you right now.” You said out of guilt. It was father’s day and yet he was the one taking care of you. He leaned forward to kiss your forehead once more. That’s all the reassurance you needed.

Celebrating your last father’s day with him 8 years ago was like any other father’s day. Breakfast, gifts, movies on some days, dinner on others.

Memories from 20 years ago come to you clear as day, but for years like this, it’ll soon come to you as a blur.

Instead of buying flowers out of excitement, you fought tears in your eyes. Instead of asking your daughter to explain her father’s day drawing, you called her only to check in. Your daughter who was once just a baby was now all grown up and thriving in life.

After years, she was able to move on and moved out. She’d call you every now and then— only visit for the important holidays. You tried moving on as well, for yours and her sake.

Every failed attempt brought you right back to his stone.

You set his flowers down as you took the old flowers you placed months ago to throw away.

Eight years has passed and yet you could never bring yourself to talk like any other woman visiting their late husband. You missed being able to talk to him like how you used to. After coming year after year, you stopped crying. No tears, no words, just silence.

You kissed your index and middle finger and placed it on his gravestone. The hardness of the rock slowly made you forget his smooth skin you used to kiss every morning. The silence surrounding you made you forget his gentle deep voice that used to fill you with compliments and comfort.

With one last look, you sighed and stood up to leave. You’d be back soon for the next holiday.

[lacquerheadd]

or are you just happy to see me?…

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DADAAAAAA

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6 minutes ( Coworker!Gojo x f!reader )

a/n: Sorry I’ve been gone for a minute. This has literally been sitting in my notes since February so I figured it’d be best to just finish editing and just post it.

Summary: You invite your agitating coworker Gojo over to your house to get a project done in the morning. Things take a left turn when he has other things in mind.

word count: +1300

cw: oral s!x, f!ngering, hair pulling k!nk, kissing, butt grabbing, teasing

“I’m bored let’s do something.” You ignored Gojo’s comments. He tapped your shoulder to make sure you were listening. Just like a child. You both sat on the couch in your room, staring at an unfinished poster board that was supposed to have a sales pitch on it ready for tomorrow sitting on the floor in front of you.

“We are doing something. We’re figuring out how to make this pitch look good so we won’t get yelled at tomorrow.” Working with Gojo in the office was already a disaster. His snarky remarks about everything you do wasn’t even the worst part of your job. It was being assigned to dumb partnered projects by your boss. Especially when the only ‘partner’ available is literally just Gojo because he’s the only other person who works in the same department as you.

Imagine always having to work with the cocky co-worker you only see when you’re at each other’s throats or secretly having sex.

“I know something else we could do.” Deep in focus, you didn’t notice him scooching over to you.

“Could that be to stop talki-“ Your words were cut off by his lips crashing into yours. You knew exactly what he was trying to do. Your jaw clenched as you quickly pulled back. “Satoru I already have a headache, don’t piss me off. You are not getting out of this.” The only response back was none other than him smirking.

“I can make that headache go away.” He pulled his shirt off in one swift motion— revealing his perfectly toned abs and torso. Very cringe thinking back at it. But the worst part about it is the fact you couldn’t even lie to yourself by saying he wasn’t attractive.

Even the way he took his shirt off.

You sighed as you took your own shirt off. Maybe he’ll finally focus if you give him the attention he’s practically begging for.

You pushed him backwards on the couch and went back to kissing him. The feeling of your body grinding against his as his left hand gripped your butt made him want more. His hand easily slipped under your pants— going inside your underwear. Before he even got the chance to do anything he gasped with excitement before pulling his hand back out.

“You were already wet? Seriously?” He dangled and waved his fingers in your face— letting you look at his wet fingers from only what came off your underwear. Irritation took over as you rather quickly.

You stood back up ready to continue your project, when Gojo hurriedly swept you off of your feet into a bridal position and carried you across the room.

“Satoru we have a project to finish!” He ignored your complaints and kicking and threw you onto the bed.

“Cmooon six minutes? Give me just 6 minutes and we can go back to this stupid thing.” Gojo took his watch off his wrist and prepared to set a 6 minute timer.

After moments of silence you gave in. What’s 6 minutes wasted? Technically you had all night to get the project done.

“6 minutes. Then we go right back to the.. ‘stupid thing’. Immediately after.” You warned. Without hesitation, he set the timer and tossed it next to you. As you sat on the bed, you leaned back on your elbows as you let Gojo do the work for you. Once pulling off your pants, he followed with your panties— throwing your clothes on the floor.

“Look at how pretty and wet you are...” His bright blue eyes glowed as he scanned your (practically) naked body.

“You wanna spend your 6 minutes talking?” You looked at him and his smug face as he chuckled at your remark.

Your skin was craving his touch, whether you’d want to admit that or not. His hand pushed down on your chest, causing you to slowly fall on your back on the mattress.

Gojo’s veiny hands took control of your legs, propping them over his shoulders. While gripping your thighs to keep them in place, his mouth slowly trailed pecks up and down your vagina. He was taunting you.

“Satoru stop I- …I know what you’re doing.” Your breath quaked as you tried to compose yourself. Gojo ignored your warning and continued to brush his soft lips on your outer lips. His teasing only made you want more. He looked up at you— amused by your embarrassed face.

“Say please.” He smirked. You could feel your face start to heat up. Whether it was from becoming frustrated or flustered was entirely up to you.

“Oh you’d love that wouldn’t you?” You grabbed his hair and pushed his face down in between your thighs. Gojo stuck his tongue out and gave what felt like a slow lick from the bottom to the top of your pussy.

The way he dragged his tongue around your inner lips and wiggle the hood of your clit made you whimper in the most humiliating way. Gojo buried his entire face between your legs-- his hair making your thigh twitch. You gripped his hair while his tongue stuck inside of you, sucking the ever loving shit out of you. You could feel every part of his tongue stroking inside you. But it wasn’t enough. You looked at the watch on the bed next to you; there was 3 minutes left.

“Satoru I need more. Please I-” You felt his tongue slip out.

“Pull my hair.” Gojo cut your sentence off. His words were breathy as he went back to sucking on your clit and in between your folds. You pulled back on his hair slightly— your hand quivering.

“Y/n pull my hair.” Now both of you were annoyed. You yanked on his hair, pulling his head all the way back. Your brain could barely process the look of pleasure on his face before he quickly slipped his two fingers inside making you jolt. You moaned as your head went back on the mattress, feeling his fingers stroke back and forth. His tongue licked the inner of your wet thigh, making you shiver.

“See what happens when you listen to me?” He sucked and bit on your thigh like the dog he was. Your free hand gripped the covers you knew you’d have to wash later.

Once again you looked at the watch. 1 minute and a half. You grabbed his hair and yanked it once more, this time toward you.

Fingers still inside, Gojo leaned his body over you— letting your legs fall off his shoulders as he crashed his lips into yours. You moaned into his mouth. Over and over again as his fingers curled inside of you.

“Can you feel… how tight your pussy is.. around me?” He whispered in between each kiss. You wrapped your hands around his head to deepen those same kisses that was making you lose your breath. Your body grinded on his. His fingers slipped out and grabbed the covers for support just as you were doing a minute ago.

You let go of your grip as he sucked and bit down on your neck. At this rate you could compare him to a damn leech. However, it just still wasn’t enough for you.

Just as you reach your hands down to undo his belt, you were both startled by a beeping noise. It almost scared you. The watch’s timer was finally over. You both groaned in disappointment. Still towering over you, Gojo locked eyes with you. No words were said, as you could hear his thoughts clear as day just as he read yours.

“6 more minutes?”

You knew this project wasn’t going to get done. You knew your boss would yell at you the next morning. But you also knew that Gojo would be getting yelled at as well. Sooooo win-win?

“Make it 10.” Gojo didn’t even bother to grab the watch. Hopefully the universe could keep track of time for you.

[sukuje]

𑣲 nerdjo’s first time being a bf (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

nerdjo, who’d always be soso nervous about physical touch and kisses no matter how many times you peppered his face in them or cuddled together.

nerdjo, who loves the nights you stay over in his dorm because he got to watch admire you getting unready, sleep and wake up in the most adorable way. (in his eyes at least)

nerdjo, who gets super excited anytime you two go out together, feeling like a true boyfriend when he holds the door open for you or insists on paying the bill.

nerdjo, who shows you off in any way he can. wallpaper? you two in a photo booth. profile picture? you kissing his cheek. wallet? a picture of you in his digimon shirt.

nerdjo, who prays to whatever power rules over the universe that he’s doing this whole relationship at least decently right, too embarrassed to ask any of his friends for advice.

nerdjo, who absolutely dreads the week you get your period, overwhelmed whit what he should do, how he could help because god help him, he has no clue whatsoever.

nerdjo, who feels like the biggest idiot, beating himself up that he knew all those incredibly hard formulas but not what kind of pads his girl needs as he stands in the feminine hygiene aisle.

nerdjo, who literally read a whole book and watched a dozen videos on menstrual cycles that night.

nerdjo, who needs you smiling and happy at all times, making sure you had everything you possibly needed whenever you wanted.

nerdjo, who’s phone must be on dnd when studying, it’s really that serious, yet changed his settings so that ‘my lovely lady’ ‘s notifications were allowed.

nerdjo, who tries so hard to get it all right each time you two try something new and is all the more grateful for your reassurance the times it doesn’t go as planned.

nerdjo, who enjoys having little things of you around. the ribbon from your birthday present to him on his nightstand. your deodorant in his bathroom shelf. your panties under his pillow.

nerdjo, who cherishes everything about you. every single thing you do is sacred in his eyes, he quite literally feels like he’s in the presence of an angel.

nerdjo, who’s biggest nightmare is waking up without you by his side. without you in his life. but is reminded everyday that he doesn’t need to fear such a thing happening at all.

[owwllly]

gentlmen higuruma and nanami

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First Valentines

characters: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

a/n: HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!! I was trying to post this earlier but it was a lot going on today. I might make another valentines post tomorrow with another character so i’ll try starting on it.

word count: 800+ drabble

You and Katsuki never really celebrated valentine’s day. Why celebrate a day dedicated to love when you already know how much you loved each other?

But this year, valentine’s day felt a little weird when having an argument that morning out of all days. It was hard to even remember what the argument was about. Something with him being inconsiderate? You hated having actual arguments with him because you were both too damn stubborn to apologize first.

This means that the grudge battle could literally go on for days…

And no there wouldn’t be an “official apology”. Just a random moment where’d someone say something and everything goes back to normal.

It became really awkward seeing everyone be all lovey dovey and all you could hear about on the media was “number 5 hero dynamight being more aggressive than usual”.

It grew annoying throughout the day; especially with people constantly asking you about it and having to brush it off with every excuse in the book just to avoid rumors.

You came home after an exhausting and tiring day— wanting nothing but some sleep. Fortunately for you, Katsuki wasn’t home just yet, which meant you could fall asleep before he got back to avoid an awkward night.

You kicked your shoes off and dragged your feet down the hallway, not even bothering to eat something before bed.

You slid the door open— body frozen in place when you saw a stuffed bunny on the bed with a flower against it. Next to it was a chocolate box with a small card on top that read “sorry :(“ on the cover.

You stood there for several seconds, trying to figure out how to react. Maybe you’re hallucinating from being tired? Even if he did decide to apologize, he’d never go out of his way to do something “cute”. Your body wobbled from exhaustion as you walked over to the bed and picked up the card.

There was a nice scent that came from the card— like one of your roll on perfumes. You opened the card and read the note inside. “This is really shitty, but I can tell it must’ve been really annoying for you today as it was for me.” At the bottom of the card in small words, it read: “Forever yours- Your biggest headache.” You bit your lip while smiling at the note.

The sound of a sliding door alerted your body to snap around to see your significant other standing there with an awkward look on his face. Nothing came out of his mouth. You could tell it’s because he just didn’t know what was right to say.

“Are you gonna say something? Or just stare at me all night long?” You raised in eyebrow in confusion as he fixed his lips to speak.

“This was shitty hair’s idea. I tried to tell him that I had it under control but you know how stubborn he is.” He knew he had no right calling Kirishima stubborn out of all people.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. He was so close to saying the right thing, yet so far. You walked up to him after throwing the card back on the bed. His muscled arm wrapped around your waist— putting his hand around your hip to do what he was waiting for all day.

He kissed you with hunger and passion that he must’ve he holding in all day. He lowered his arm to grab your butt that he’s been waiting to squeeze since your argument. He gripped the back of your hair that he’s been waiting to pull since he got home.

He drove himself into your lips and pushed his hand under your pants while the other went into your shirt.

You knew that the second he got to touching your skin, it’d be a long night ahead for you. You pulled back after your lips felt like they were on fire and weak from moving so much. He backed off after realizing that it was kind of sudden for him to do.

“Sorry that’s on me. I know you’re probably tired.” You cut him off by finally pulling him into the room and letting the door slide shut.

“I was tired; but if you’re gonna keep apologizing to me, then you might as well make it up to me.” You pushed him on the bed and adjusted yourself on his waist after putting his gifts on the dresser.

He grabbed your hand before you could take his shirt off.

“Do you even remember what we argued about this morning?” You paused and thought about it for a second.

“Not a single thing. You?”

“Hell no.” He smirked and let go.

It took less than a minute to get his underwear off. You didn’t even care about you both being sweaty from a long and busy day. It wouldn’t matter later. If bakugou was going to be like this every valentines, then maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to start celebrating the holiday.

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College Party With The Frats

charcters: frat!gojo & frat!geto

a/n: guys i’ve been too busy to post… and I be really lazy to finish my drafts but I’ll get it together I promise 🥹

While Gojo gets absolutely wasted and loud, Geto stays careful with getting drunk because he knows he’s gonna have to be the one to take Gojo back to the dorms.

If you think they’re gonna let you leave the party without having a single drink you’re wrooong. It’s almost impossible to escape peer pressure when it comes to these two. And no they won’t let you drink normally. Imagine Geto gently holding your chin up, looking down at you with his arm around your shoulder while Gojo waterfalls a drink in your mouth.

Even while partying, Geto always makes sure to keep an eye on you. Not like he’s babysitting, but because he knows a lot of people would try something if they could.

Imagine another guy coming up to you trying to talk to you and Gojo just spawns behind you, throwing you over his shoulder without a word and carrying you across the room like it’s nothing.

Got any party tricks? Best believe they’re the loudest ones cheering you on. For some reason ONE of Gojo’s party tricks is easily bench pressing girls and he always feels the need to have you as the girl.

All up on you when you’re dancing. The split second you decide to twerk in any way, shape, or form Gojo IMMEDIATELY gets behind that.

Don’t know how to dance? Don’t worry, they got you. Just sit back in a chair and look pretty while Gojo and Geto give YOU a lap dance.

Imagine sitting in a chair in front of a whole crowd of college students with Gojo holding your hand— kissing it and trailing all the way down to your shoulder. He takes his shirt off and wraps it around you, pulling you closer to him as he full on licks your neck.

Imagine Geto on his knees in front of you sliding his entire face against your thighs, kissing his way up your torso against your shirt. He gets up, adjusting himself on your thighs and takes your hands to slide up and down on his chest and abs.

They make sure that at the end of the day you’re having fun. Including you in photos, quickly checking on you every once in a while, and overall just making you enjoy the moment.

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Kenma headcannons😉😉

Skateboard!Kenma (x Rollerskates!Reader)

A/N: This has been in the drafts for a few weeks now... Also, someone let me know if I should turn this into something. One shot, drabble, series, just let me know!

Skateboard!Kenma who mostly likes riding at night. The sound of his board gliding along the street gives him a sense of calmness. It's the only time he's off the game and since none of his friends can skate, he's always by himself━skating with no destination.

Skateboard!Kenma who came home covered in princess band aids his first time riding a skateboard because it was the only kind he could find at the nearest 7eleven. Kuroo and Lev wouldn’t let it go and teased him for days.

Skaterboard!Kenma x Rollerskates!Reader who first met you caught up in the moment. He was skating at nighttime in the quiet streets of Japan, when he realized too late that he was about to crash into a stranger coming around the corner, skating backwards on roller-skates.

Skateboard!Kenma x Rollerskates!Reader who's never been a huge fan of big skateboarding tricks. He can do an ollie and sometimes a kickflip if he's in the mood, but it's nothing special to him. However, the first time you took him to your favorite skatepark and see you do a handstand and dip into one of the biggest vert ramps he's seen, he couldn't help but stare in awe.

Skateboard!Kenma x Rollerskates!Reader who's always completely against the idea of roller-skating. He couldn't even bring himself to the idea of wearing heelies.

“We should go to a skating rink sometime. Maybe I can teach you a thing or two.” You said as you sat next to him on a rail. His expression changed as if he were surprised to the offer.

“No way. I’d only embarrassed myself from falling so much. Why would I want to move around with wheels that are stuck to my feet?”

“Better than a skateboard… you’re just balancing and hoping the board decides to listen to you before it just ditches you and throws you off.”

“Well yeah, but that’s what gives you the advantage and freedom. With your skates, the wheels basically have control of you rather than you of it.”

“Yeah whatever. For what it’s worth, I say try it just this once. I’ll even hop on a board to see what’s so great about it.”

“I’ll think about it…”

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I noticed that I left a part blank near the end. Anyway it’s fixed now.

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TIMESKIP!DEKU

a/n: it’s TIIIIIIIIME!! as SOON as the last episode came out i started working on this. It took so long for me to upload because it was so many ideas for me to organize. there will be another part (plus possibly a future drabble)! but anywho enjoy these cute headcannons. 🌚

- His students are his WHOLE world.

- All might merchandise on flash sale? He’ll make sure he gets his hands on something (it later goes in his classroom for his students to have).

- Sometimes the girls will play in his hair; giving him ponytails or a small pigtail. Best believe he’ll go the entire day with it, even when fighting villains.

- During free time, he’ll have constant rants with his students (mostly about heros) whether it’s debates, hot takes, or overall appreciation for certain pros. He’ll make sure to get everyone’s opinions so nobody’s left out.

- The picture of him and his students all wearing a “I love UA” shirt shows that he lets them do a lot. Apart of “being stricter” is him learning how to say no. He definitely struggles with this which leads to them doing something stupid and then him taking the blame and getting in trouble for them.

- Overall still learning and growing as a teacher

- He still has a muttering problem and will literally go on and on in the middle of lessons when he gets a realization of something (his students have to remind him all the time to stop).

- His whole mood shifts when Aizawa comes around (or when bakugou visits) the classroom. He has to turn on a “strict” mode and his students know exactly why.

- Students fighting? Izuku runs a strict program where they’re forced in a “companion therapy session” where they say positive things about each other and make up. “Hero’s don’t fight each other, they work together” he’d tell them.

- Once with the smaller kiddos, a little girl asked about his scars in concern, and he let the kids draw and doodle on them for comfort. (future drabble?)

- Whenever hes teaching a lesson, he’ll always have a story to tell. It’s always “you’know, there was this one time…” and he’ll go into detail about a similar situation he was in. Sometimes the students will get so invested that they start taking notes where he later asks for their takeaways.

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Teacher!Izuku

Teacher!Izuku is always adjusting his tie even if it’s not loose. He’s always worried that his tie randomly becomes unloose without his noticing, so it’s become a natural habit.

Teacher!Izuku who doesn’t normally get to see you during the daytime. That being, he feels need to call you whenever he’s free or on a break just to make sure you’re okay.

Teacher!Izuku who plans a date whenever he can as an apology for not being around you enough and being so busy with teacher and hero work. You try consistently reassuring him that it's fine and you understand that he's a busy person, but it never works.

Teacher!Izuku who despises bullies. The second he suspects someone being bullied he does everything in his power to shut it down. He tries his best to explain that bullying only causes more problems which is not a hero's job.

Teacher!Izuku who tries his best to fit in with his students for better understanding and to build stronger connections. He feels like an old grandpa when he had to search the meaning of some new word, he hears his students using.

Teacher!Izuku who always keeping track of his pens. He won't be stingy if students ask to borrow one, but he absolutely will make sure he gets them back before the day ends.

Teacher!Izuku who’s always up at night catching up on teacher work. Due to staring at a bright screen at night so much, he eventually has to wear glasses time to time.

Teacher!Izuku who does keep track of his student's quirk. He no longer writes in a notebook because he’s learned how to take mental note instead. He takes note of their strengths and weaknesses, and he'll always let his students know if they're making progress to encourage them to push to their limits.

Teacher!Izuku who started drinking coffee in his mid-twenties. Aizawa gave him just a little after seeing how tired he was and accidentally made him into a nightmare. It helps now that he has so much work to finish at night and then having to get up early, but he sometimes gets told by his colleagues or even his students that he drinks an awful lot of coffee.

[angelmiira]

Late nights ˚୨୧⋆｡˚

"You make the voices go quiet."

Rumi x Jinu

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"This sucks," Rumi mutters to herself, scribbling out the new line for the tenth time. Her paper is a mess, dents and stains littering every inch of space.

It's gross.

The lyrics are usually Zoey's job. Actually, they're always Zoey's job. She's a natural.

But Rumi wants to try. Wants to contribute more than just her voice. All she does is show up, look all pretty, and sing. She could do more. She should do more.

Especially now.

She glances down at her arm, guilt twisting in her chest as she sees the patterns that decorate her skin. Mocking her. Taunting her. Reminding her of exactly what she is.

Rumi chews her lip, her eyes narrowing like her stare alone might will them away and fix everything.

"Careful. Might hurt yourself thinking so hard."

Rumi gasps, her eyes darting up toward her balcony door. Jinu. Of course.

She doesn't remember leaving the door open, but she can hardly care to recall whether or not she did when he's here right now. "It's rude not to knock, you' know?"

Jinu grins—that dizzying, cooked grin that she pretends to hate so much—and taps at the sliding door. "Happy?"

"It's a little too late now," Rumi scoffs, shifting in her bed as he saunters over to her like he owns the place. Like he owns her space. Maybe he does.

"What are you doing here, anyway?" Rumi watches, brows quirked, as Jinu wordlessly sits at the foot of her bed.

He's quiet. Too quiet, but maybe he's just tired, so she adds, "You know you shouldn't be sneaking around like this."

She waits a beat, expecting something witty or playful, but Jinu only softens. His smile falters and is replaced with something more serious.

He reaches out. "Can I?"

Rumi blinks before nodding and slowly handing over her sheet. It's a little unnerving, just letting him see her work, but she hands it over anyway.

He skims them, a proud little smile pulling at his face. "These are good," he murmurs, the paper crinkling as he hands it back.

"Really?" Rumi can't help but preen.

Jinu shrugs. "Sure. Of what I can make of them, anyway. You erased a bunch. Why?"

"Noo. Don't change the subject. You haven't answered me." She leans back and gently nudges his leg with her foot. "You didn't sneak in just to tell me my lyrics were good."

Jinu glances up at her, his heart squeezing at the smile adorning her lips. It was both terrifying and comforting, how easily she could put him at ease. How... okay he felt when he was around her.

"Can I not just sneak in for the sake of it?"

"Nope."

Jinu sighs, but there's a subtle smile pulling at his lips. Of course Rumi won't let it go. Of course she prods. And of course, he tells her.

"You make the voices go quiet."

Her chest squeezes. And for a second, neither of them says anything. Don't move. Don't blink. Barely even breathe, like any sort of movement might break the moment.

But eventually, Jinu speaks up again. "I never liked my patterns."

Rumi nods. "You've mentioned."

His gaze drifts down to her arm, to the patterns that run along her skin. On him, they're everything he hates. A sick reminder of what he did.

But on her? On her, they're different. Special. Beautiful, even.

"Your patterns, though..." Jinu reaches out, carefully wrapping his hand around her arm and rubbing his thumb over the twisting lines. "They make me mind mine less."

"Really? That's funny."

Jinu's eyes shoot up. "Funny?"

He's almost offended, then Rumi continues, "I think the same about yours."

Jinu stares at her, lips parted. Then he laughs and shakes his head, his gaze drifting back to her arm. "Lead with that next time."

Rumi grins at the relieved little expression on his face as she sits up and shifts closer. She shouldn't. She knows she shouldn't. But she can't help it. Not after he was vulnerable with her.

"Especially the ones on your neck." Rumi reaches her hand out, fingers hovering inches away from his neck. She hesitates, her eyes flicking over to Jinu.

When he nods, and she gently reaches out and touches her fingers to the column of his throat.

"When the light catches them just right... They look really nice." She swallows hard, grudgingly easing her hand away. "Pretty."

"You think so?"

Rumi nods, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. "I do."

Jinu hums low in his throat, his skin burning where she touched. Why did she stop? Should he stop?

He drew his hand back, his fingers twitching like they already missed the warmth of her arm.

"Can I stay a while?"

The question is so quiet and hesitant, Rumi almost doesn't hear it. But she does, and she can't help the way she moves closer. Her knees brush against his thigh, her paper long forgotten in her lap.

"You can stay," she says softly. "As long as you're quiet."

Jinu nods.

"Thank you."

"Don’t make me regret it.”

Jinu scoffs. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

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@cafekitsune for divider!!

[cremedearia]

I loved your glasses!akaashi hcs!!! And I was wondering if you’d be able to do glasses!Akaashi x glasses!reader hcs!! Like what he thinks of reader’s glasses and interactions/scenarios within the hcs👅👅👅 Thank you!!

Glasses!Akaashi part. 2 (x Glasses!Reader)

Glasses!Akaashi x Glasses!Reader who lets out a cute chuckle that you adore every time your glasses bumping into each other when kissing. He takes his glasses off and then removes your glasses himself before continuing.

Glasses!Akaashi x Glasses Reader who's always quick to adjust your glasses when he notices them slipping down your nose. Is it because he spent the last five minutes staring at you before he noticed? Yes.

Glasses!Akaashi x Glasses!Reader who was devastated to see u wearing contacts and trying to get rid of your glasses because they "made you look nerdy". He began telling you in a million different ways why he loves to see you in your glasses and eventually convinced you not to get rid of them.

Glasses!Akaashi x Glasses!Reader who kisses the dents in your nose from your glasses. You teased him that it seems like a "boo boo kiss", but he doesn't care. He'll still message the nose indention at the end of the day until the marks go away. You don't ask him to; he just does it.

Glasses!Akaashi x Glasses!Reader who knows that your vision is 100% worse than his, but he won't bring it up. Just know that he's smiling to himself when he sees you without your glasses in the hallway, looking for him like a lost kid even though you're walking in less than 10 feet from him. He gently grabs your hand when you accidentally walk past him without noticing.

Glasses!Akaashi x Glasses!Reader who owns matching glasses, yet different sizes. He once accidentally walked out with your glasses and had you both wondering why they were harder to see with (one was sharper than the other due to different lenses).

request are open!

[cremedearia]

Kenma headcannons😉😉

Skateboard!Kenma (x Rollerskates!Reader)

A/N: This has been in the drafts for a few weeks now... Also, someone let me know if I should turn this into something. One shot, drabble, series, just let me know!

Skateboard!Kenma who mostly likes riding at night. The sound of his board gliding along the street gives him a sense of calmness. It's the only time he's off the game and since none of his friends can skate, he's always by himself━skating with no destination.

Skateboard!Kenma who came home covered in princess band aids his first time riding a skateboard because it was the only kind he could find at the nearest 7eleven. Kuroo and Lev wouldn’t let it go and teased him for days.

Skaterboard!Kenma x Rollerskates!Reader who first met you caught up in the moment. He was skating at nighttime in the quiet streets of Japan, when he realized too late that he was about to crash into a stranger coming around the corner, skating backwards on roller-skates.

Skateboard!Kenma x Rollerskates!Reader who's never been a huge fan of big skateboarding tricks. He can do an ollie and sometimes a kickflip if he's in the mood, but it's nothing special to him. However, the first time you took him to your favorite skatepark and see you do a handstand and dip into one of the biggest vert ramps he's seen, he couldn't help but stare in awe.

Skateboard!Kenma x Rollerskates!Reader who's always completely against the idea of roller-skating. He couldn't even bring himself to the idea of wearing heelies.

“We should go to a skating rink sometime. Maybe I can teach you a thing or two.” You said as you sat next to him on a rail. His expression changed as if he were surprised to the offer.

“No way. I’d only embarrassed myself from falling so much. Why would I want to move around with wheels that are stuck to my feet?”

“Better than a skateboard… you’re just balancing and hoping the board decides to listen to you before it just ditches you and throws you off.”

“Well yeah, but that’s what gives you the advantage and freedom. With your skates, the wheels basically have control of you rather than you of it.”

“Yeah whatever. For what it’s worth, I say try it just this once. I’ll even hop on a board to see what’s so great about it.”

“I’ll think about it…”

request are open!

[cremedearia]

Instrumentalist!Akaashi

Guitarist!Akaashi who's a big Radiohead fan. He'll literally cover any song by Radiohead. He has this weird addiction of playing alt rock when it's raining because it sets the mood for him.

Pianist!Akaashi who began playing the piano as a “calming hobby” but now apart from volleyball, it the most stressful thing he does especially when it comes to playing a song perfectly. Yet for some reason that’s why he loves it. Something about finally mastering a piece he’s been working on is what brings him comfort.

Guitarist!Akaashi who loses all his picks. Once he loses all of them, he buys a 10 pack and then later regrets it when the lost ones start showing up.

Pianist!Akaashi who fingers the desk in class when he hears a song, trying to figure out the right notes for later when he comes home and actually learns how to play it.

Guitarist!Akaashi who played his guitar in front of his school for a grade and later on got a lot of attention from it which he didn't understand why until Bokuto told him. He didn't care too much for the attention or when people asked him a million questions about his guitar and sooner or later it slowly went back to normal.

Pianist!Akaashi who has a habit of stretching his finger 24/7. He stretches his fingers literally whenever he can. He claims it’s the best feeling after hours of destroying your fingers.

Guitarist!Akaashi who used to be in a fake band in middle school with 3 of his friends. They only played a few songs like "Smells Like Teen Spirit" or "Surf Curse". They all go to different schools now and only one of them made it out as a famous musician.

Pianist!Akaashi who one time was forced to come to an abandoned house with Kuroo and Bokuto where he wondered off to a random room and found an old, abandoned piano out of tune. He played “We’ll Meet Again” and it terrified Kuroo and Bokuto who claimed it was a ghost. Weeks later, he still thinks about that piano and out beautiful it sounded even with it being so old.

Guitarist!Akaashi who’s very sensitive about his guitar. One time, Bokuto asked him if he could smash it like those “famous rock people” do on stage and Akaashi ignored him for like an hour. He’d never do anything to harm his instrument.

request are open!