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reverie-starlight · 1 year

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hello ^^ May i request night routine with semi, oikawa and suna?

of course! this is so cute, I love it!! also I wasn't sure if you wanted HCs or not, so I did a little drabble/scenario for each <3 also, oikawa’s ended up being MUCH longer than semi and suna’s and for that i’m sorry, i just had so much fun writing his section.

also I’m SO sorry this took months to post, I’ve been extremely busy with midterms and exams and school in general. Thank you so much for requesting!

{nightly routines with them- suna, oikawa and semi}

warnings: none! just fluff. and i’m sucker for oikawa using spanish pet-names after learning the language and living in argentina, so shush let me enjoy it.

gn!reader

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suna

You checked the time on your phone and sighed. It was getting late, but you didn’t want to move from your position on top of your boyfriend. His hand stopped running along your back. You made a noise of protest and buried your face further into his neck. He chuckled.

“Y/n, we should start getting ready for bed. We both have an early start tomorrow.”

You frowned and shook your head. “No. Please, can we just stay here for five more minutes? I’m so tired.”

“I’ll carry you to the bedroom if you’re that tired, baby, but we really do need to get ready.”

“Fine, I guess.”

There was some shuffling and murmured apologies as Suna got up and disrupted your comfortable position, then you were up in his arms and being carried away.

This is often how nights with your boyfriend started- one too tired to leave the couch the other dragging them to get ready. It had been integrated into your nightly routine at this point.

He plopped you down to the bed and kissed you on the cheek. “I’ll be right back.”

You reached out for him and took his hand. “Wait, where are you going?”

“To get the bathroom ready so we can get our routine done? Are you that tired that you forgot?” He teased, snickering when you swatted his finger away from your face with the hand you were holding.

“I don’t want you to go, though, can’t we skip it tonight?”

“Baby, you’re going to be frustrated tomorrow when you realize you went to bed without doing it.”

“But I don’t want you to be far awayyyy,” you dragged on and he rolled his eyes.

“Okay, okay, I’ll carry you there, then, you clingy baby. But we’re not skipping a day.” He picked you back up from the bed and journeyed to the bathroom.

“Mhm, I love you, Rin.”

“Love you too.”

He sat you down on the counter and kissed your cheek. “Open,” he requested.

You obliged, and he started brushing your teeth for you, making sure to be gentle while still doing a good job. When he was finished with that, you rinsed your mouth out and leaned against him as he brushed his own teeth.

He sighed as you nuzzled into his neck, fairly certain you were falling asleep on him again. If his mouth wasn’t full of toothpaste he definitely would have given into the urge to kiss your head. He rinsed and wiped his mouth. Since you were facing the other way, you couldn’t see the slight smile on his face or the adoring look in his eyes as he wrapped an arm around you and stared at the sight in the mirror, eternally grateful that he was lucky enough to spend yet another night with the love of his life.

oikawa

Nights with Oikawa had become... chaotic since moving in together in the best way possible. You had your doubts that this part of your routine wouldn’t get old quick, but nearly a year later you were still taking part in this silly little tradition that you both adored.

You tried to be nonchalant as you looked at the time on your phone. It was getting late now, and in the Oikawa-L/n household that only meant the games were about to begin. You felt bad for your neighbours downstairs who had to put up with this at least four times a week.

“Tooru, can you get me some water please?”

“Of course, my love, with ice?”

“Sure, thank you.”

The second he was out of sight, you were sneaking off to the bathroom. If you could just get there undetected, you might have a chance at winning-

“Going somewhere?”

You shrieked and looked over to where the voice came from.

There he was, leaning against the wall with an annoying smirk and a quirked eyebrow, water in hand. “Did you seriously think I would fall for the water trick? You did this last month too... are you running out of ways to best me, beautiful?”

You scowled. “I am not, I was just retesting it.”

Truthfully, you knew he’d catch on- he was insanely observant, sometimes to his own detriment, and slightly cocky, too. That’s exactly why you had to use it to your advantage to win your little game. He needed to be humbled after almost a month of consecutive wins.

He was clever but you knew how to work around it almost better than anyone.

Taking the water from him, you rolled your eyes as he laughed. “Retesting it, right. Are you sure you’re not just getting complacent? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you enjoy losing to me, baby.”

He lead you back to the couch and sat you down. “Oh please, you wish. Besides, how do you know I haven’t just been letting you win?”

“We both know you’re way too competitive for that, my love, but it’s a nice sentiment.”

You grumbled under your breath and took a small sip of your water. He’d eat his words by the end of the night and you’d be living like royalty for the next 24 hours.

Honestly, you lost sight of the rules after a month of your game. It wasn’t even really anything serious, just a little bit of fun- a way to keep up the playfulness in your relationship. And despite the teasing and your determination to win, neither of you ever took it so far that it turned into resentment.

It was only a race to see who could finish their routine and get under the covers first, after all.

Some nights were more strategic and planned out, others were just straight up feral. It really depended on the mood of the instigator (it was pretty evenly split between you and Oikawa starting it from night to night).

Tonight you were going for a mixed approach.

“Tooru, I love you.”

He smiled over at you. “I love you too, Y/n. So much.”

“So much,” you agreed. “Keep that in mind, please.”

He side eyed you. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you said, slowly getting up from the couch, him following suit almost immediately.

You took a sip of your water again. “Hmm, it’s perfect, thank you baby.”

His eyes widened in realization. “Don’t you da-” he was cut off by some water being splashed in his face.

You wasted no time running for the bathroom, cackling the whole way as your boyfriend took off after you. “You’re going to pay for that!”

The adrenaline pumping through you right before bed was worth the past few days of purposefully losing and biting back remarks that would give you away.

You squealed as you felt a hand grab at you from behind and you tried to shut the bedroom door, but Oikawa was a pro athlete. He easily opened it against your full weight and lunged for you.

You giggled and dodged, running to the bathroom and starting on your face. He came in two seconds later and grabbed your hands. You struggled against him, trying to get your facewipes back, but he pinched your sides and you gave up on that idea pretty quickly.

He picked you up and pulled you into the shower, laughing along with you. “If I had to get wet, so do you! Stop squirming!”

You couldn’t even put up a fight with how hard you were laughing at that point. He stood with you under the water, shoulders shaking and trying to catch his breath.

He finally composed himself a couple seconds before you did and all he could do was admire you. The sound of your laugh was music to his ears and your smile was contagious. Even with messy hair and soaking wet clothes, you were still the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

“I’m sorry I splashed water in your face,” you said through the last of your giggles.

“I’m sorry I dragged you into the shower while you still had your clothes on.”

You shrugged and started pulling them off. “I had to shower tomorrow morning anyway, now I can sleep in a bit longer.”

He followed suit once again. “Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all, I’m feeling a little clingy now, actually. I love you so much.” You wrapped your arms around him and pecked his cheek.

“I love you too, mi vida.”

semi

It was already hours past when you had said goodnight the first time, but you just couldn’t fall asleep. After a while of tossing and turning, you decided to wake your fiancé up.

“Mmm, what’s wrong? You okay?” He sat up when he felt you shaking him and rubbed his eyes then leaned over to turn a light on so he could see you better.

“I can’t sleep. I’m tired, but every time I think I’m about to drift off I wake back up.” You said with tears in your eyes. Not being able to sleep when you’re exhausted was extremely frustrating.

He frowned and stroked your cheek in sympathy. “I’m sorry baby, you should have woken me up sooner.”

“You were so peaceful, I didn’t wanna disturb you. I’m just all out of ideas on what to do now.” You leaned into his hand and his heart fluttered.

He thought for a moment. “Why don’t you go to the bathroom and wash your face with warm water. It should soothe you a bit. I’ll have something ready for you when you get back.”

You pouted. “You don’t have to get up, it’s okay. I don’t want to make it harder for you to get back to sleep.”

“No, don’t worry about me, sweetheart, I just want to make things better for you. Meet me back here, okay?”

You nodded and went to wash your face. Five minutes later, you were drying your hands and focusing on the warmth of your freshly rinsed skin.

“Baby, are you almost done?”

“Yeah, I’m coming now!” You called from the bathroom.

When you walked out into the bedroom, you were greeted with a smile from your fiancé. He was ready and waiting for you on the bed with his guitar in hand.

“You’re gonna play for me?” You cuddled into his side after getting back into bed.

“Mhm, you’ve said before it relaxes you when I play. I thought we could give it a try tonight.”

You thought back to all the times he’s played for you before and how you always felt a wave of calm wash over you. You nodded up at him and got comfortable, still attached to his side.

He began playing a slow, soft melody that you recognized as one of the first songs he ever wrote for you in the early days of your relationship. He hummed along to it and you felt it from where your head was on his chest. The vibrations mixed with his voice and the guitar were enough to get you sleepy, and this time you were able to drift off without any issues.

When he noticed you were finally asleep, he carefully set his guitar down under the bed and slowly shifted so he was lying down with you. He reached over to turn the light off.

He kissed the top of your head. “Goodnight, baby, sweet dreams.”

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fabraies · 1 year

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THE PERFECT PAIR

ꔛ ⋆⁺ +.ﾟmusic store worker! fem! reader x semi eita, just fluff fluff fluff, i came up with this on a whim after getting asked out by my crush so this is why it’s so sweet without a single hint of angst. I am in love your honor

Ding!

The sound makes you whip your head in the direction of the shop entrance at the speed of light; after all, it’s not everyday someone actually steps into your shop.

The soon-to-be-client (you hope, at least), catches your eye after having stood in front of the vinyl section of the store, analysing the albums for around five minutes. You walk over, and as you do so, the handsome stranger is quick to let you know what he weaved you over for: “hey, I was just wondering if this one is still for sale?” He points to a colourful orange album, “there isn’t a price tag on it, so…”

You don’t let him think this for long and take this as an opportunity to showcase your business major skills.

“No, no, it is for sale. It’s new, and one of the only items we had to restock, so.. pretty popular.”

Turns out your so called business major skills are actually sort of lacking, especially in front of your intimidatingly handsome client. Your hands fumble with each other, unsure of what to do, before he clears his throat.

“Great. That’s good to know, but um.. The price ?”

You could die of embarrassment. You try to answer as straightfowardly as possile, as to avoid making this conversation any more awkward, but your mouth moves faster than your brain and you ramble again.

“The price! Right, oh my god, I totally forgot I’m so sorry, uh, it doesn’t have a tag on, so I’ll just, um,” You scurry over to the back and manage a little ‘I’ll be back in a minute’ before you disappear behind the orange curtains.

You come back a few moments later, to find the mysterious young man squatting down, checking out the vinyls.

“We have some more upstairs if you’re interested.”

At the sound of your voice, he noticeably jumps, hitting the top of his head on the upper shelf in the process. The scene makes you giggle, although you will admit it is hard to get up from that corner without missing the wood piece; you had experienced it many time already yourself.

“No, it’s fine, I’ll just,” He hisses, and holds his throbbing head in his hand. “The guitar ?” He asks again.

“659$.”

You congratulate yourself on the curt, straightforward answer, until the expression slowly taking over your client’s face makes you cut your inner festivities short.

“I’m sorry. It’s an intermediate guitar, so, these usually end up between 500 and 900$. It’s already a pretty nice deal you have here because this is one is on the lower side of said range, but if you really can’t, the beginner guitars are way less-”

“I’m not a beginner,” Your interlocutor smiles at your genuine attempt to console him. “but thanks. I’ll be back.”

Just like that, the door hits the entrance bells again, this time to signal that the student left.

You feel stupid for feeling disappointed. Nothing would come out of this encounter, but once again, your delusional tendencies got the best of you. Besides, his looks were a dead giveaway that he was probably swarmed by girls everytime he entered campus. What were the chances for him to choose you out of all the girls that would throw themselves at his feet?

Only a while later, on your way to close down the store do you notice the little piece of paper that stuck out between the vinyls, just where the gray haired man had been squatting earlier today. Your grab it out of curiosity, only to find a bunch of numbers written down hastily.

Realization hits you; it’s a phone number. You try your best to decipher the numbers when the store’s landline phone starts ringing.

You jog over to the phone a to not make the person on the other side of the line wait.

“Hello ?”

A voice you thought you would never hear again answers, and you wonder what you did for the universe to be so kind to you.

“Hey, uh, I just wanted to make sure you found my number on the vinyls shelf? And that you could read it. Cause you’re cute and, Valentine’s is coming up..”

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semifilms · 8 months

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Semi is hot.

But you know when he look hottest?

when he wears glasses in his room (I headcanon that he needs glasses but he doesn’t like to wear them in public)

god, how I love my boy🫠🩷

🦑

OMG YESSSSSSSS I AGREE THATS LITERALLY GONNA ROAM MY MIND FOREVER NOW. this hc is it.

i could just imagine him like strumming away on his guitar with his glasses ok, writing down notes in his notebook for school.

whenever his dorm mate is home he takes them off though they definitely know he wears glasses.

and if you guys study together he’ll wear them around you especially after you made a comment on how you thought guys who wear glasses are cute.

“wow i didn’t know you wore glasses!” you’d muse when he wore them for the first time around you. the two of you sat on the floor in his dorm, textbooks opened in your laps.

he shrugs it off and says it’s not something he likes people to know and doesn’t want you to tell anyone.

also this is so late but i just tempered this was here

#we’ve got mail 📦#* ⋯ ➴ ‧₊˚ 🦑 anon #semi x reader #semi eita #semi eita drabble #semi eita fluff #semi eita x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu

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prettyiwa · 1 year

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Relationship: Ex!Semi Eita x F!Reader Content Tags: Bassist!Semi Eita, Post MSBY-Schweiden, Fluff, Past Relationship, Mentions of a Messy Break-Up, High School Sweethearts, Lingering Feelings, Awkwardness Summary: Throughout your relationship with Eita, there was only one song he never shared with you completely. He used to hum its melody while he worked, though its lyrics remained a mystery to you. No one expected the first time you'd hear them would be during a show following a surprise reunion years after your separation. Word Count: 2,390

A/N: I found this in my WIPs and decided to share what I had. I'm slowly coming to terms with sharing unfinished WIPs and the idea that I may never fully return to them. In the meantime, enjoy?

Ushijima’s question is forgotten the second you hear the opening chords of the next song. Your attention returns to Eita—as though he hasn’t been the center of it all evening—and all coherent thought escapes you. Your heart swells and your breath catches and all you can do is listen to the gentle bassline Eita provides before other instruments join in, one by one.

Suddenly seventeen again, you’re listening to this progression for the first time before he blushes and flusters, ceasing his playing before offering a proper greeting. But that swelling in your chest halts when you’re reminded that you’re not seventeen, that you’re twenty-four with years having passed since you two last spoke.

The song continues, its full form light and hopeful, melancholy if only to you because it viciously reminds you that you’re no longer the kids who believed they could conquer the world together. All the same, the smile that appears on your lips is completely involuntary, a reaction to hearing his lyrics for the first time.

It’s not until he looks away that you realize the hold he’s kept you under, that he’s undeniably aware of your presence in the back of the audience. While you remain uncertain whether Satori’s teases have merit or that Shirabu didn’t set this up for personal entertainment (or that, perhaps, the truth lies in either’s persistence), you are certain that Eita sees you now.

Your heart remains hopeful, willing you to see the yearning in his expression, but there’s that voice in the back of your mind telling you that you’re projecting, that he’s sung this song hundreds of times before for the attention of any of the women around you. The romance you two once had is dead and gone and this is nothing more than a reminder of what once was.

Hell, you’re only here because of a series of coincidences—your return to Japan aligning with Ushijima’s game in Sendai; a schedule change that made Shirabu unavailable to attend the MSBY v. Schweiden match; a passing comment made by Reon regarding Eita’s show tonight; Ushijima inviting you since it’s been years since he’s seen you and months since he’s spoken with Eita. At no point yesterday did Eita otherwise speak with you. He only stared as though confronted with a ghost while you were invited to his performance by the grace of your high school friends. If not for how deeply you missed everyone—if not for how easily swayed you are by all of them—you wouldn’t be here.

The truth remains that Eita wouldn’t have invited you, that he likely already had this song on his set list before your reemergence in his life, that you aren’t the one he intends for it.

Still, you’re both here. He’s playing with his band at his favorite venue and you’re in the audience to cheer him on. One of the first promises you two made each other, fulfilled, something you can cherish if all else is lost. It does nothing to temper your longing, but it soothes some of the sting.

Girls on either side of you swoon, enamored by the pretty men on stage offering prettier lyrics while you’re faced with the largest what-if of your adult life and all of the abandoned promises and sweet nothings that were once yours. What does it matter when the promises that truly mattered are being fulfilled?

The song finishes, its lovely melody coming to a close, but you don’t realize you’re crying until Ushijima offers his handkerchief. Eita’s gaze shifts away again as Ushijima says, “I haven’t heard him play that song since high school.”

“Have you seen Eita perform with this band before?”

“I have. Sometimes they play in Tokyo and if they have a show when I’m in Miyagi, I’ll attend.”

“I’m glad. That makes me happy,” you answer with a smile before returning your full attention to the band.

It means nothing that Ushijima has never heard the song any of the times he’s seen Eita play. It’s not as though he played it for you. Even if he did… it changes nothing. All the same, you’re glad you’re here and glad you were given the opportunity to listen to the finished piece.

With the performance over and the band retreating to the back, you’re about ready to call it a night, certain Ushijima’s feeling the same. Instead, he beckons you to the periphery, providing identification to security as he leads you both to the back of the club. It’s too loud for you to get a word in edgewise once you realize he intends to bring you to Eita, but you don’t want to leave without saying goodbye.

Heart racing, you can’t help but remember yesterday, remember how Eita behaved, deciding he doesn’t actually want you here. He’s never been one to hold back, always asking for what he wants—“the answer’s already no if you don’t ask,” he used to say—so for him to say nothing? Well… It’s easy to anticipate push-back.

“Ushijima,” you prompt once the hallway provides a buffer to the cacophony of the club, “are you sure this is a good idea? I don’t know if Eita wants to see me. Maybe it’s better if I just leave and let you two catch up.”

Stopping in front of the door, he turns to you with a furrowed brow before speaking. “He wants to see you. We were both pleased to run into you after my game.”

“I’m happy I got to see you, too, but I don’t know.”

“I can show you the group conversation if you don’t believe me,” he offers, pulling out his phone.

“Ah, no, it’s okay, I promise,” you say with a laugh, pushing his phone away. “I’m just nervous, I guess.”

“You still care for him, don’t you?”

“I never stopped.”

Before he can respond, the door opens and the drummer pauses upon seeing you. Sizing you both up, he calls back to the band, “Ushijima and some chick are here,” before pushing past you.

Ushijima enters, taking the space once occupied by the musician, waiting for you to join him. The back room is small, adorned with signed posters from bands who’ve performed in years past, cramped with a mini-bar and unnecessarily large seating, making it feel cluttered even without people.

Everyone watches as you enter, curious as to the identity of “some chick,” and you’re struck by the tension that hangs in the air, the obvious remnants of an argument. Your search for a quiet distraction isn’t in vain as you catch sight of Eita.

Painfully aware that you aren’t alone, that it’s getting harder to breathe under everyone’s continued scrutiny, that the temperature’s rising, that your palms are uncomfortably sweaty, you find that you… don’t care. Not when he’s no longer looking at you as a ghost but as a friend that he’s missed. He looks at you like that, smile stretching his lips, and you can almost forget that last brutal argument.

Offering an awkward little wave and sincere praise for their performance, you feel it more than you see it—the release of the tension in the room, a collective breath held being released. The groupies start gushing over professional athlete Ushijima Wakatoshi and the musicians greet him like they’re used to it. Meanwhile, Eita stands as you approach, disbelief still tucked behind his expression despite his smile.

“You came.”

“Of course I came. I always promised I’d see you here,” you remind him, returning his smile.

“I didn’t think you’d show.”

“How could I miss this? I don’t think I have any right to say this, but I’m proud of you and your hard work. For whatever that’s worth.”

A steady flush starts to rise on his cheeks before his smile turns boyish. Uttering your given name in conjunction with his thanks, the other conversations stop and eyes are on you two again. Not until his guitarist repeats your name do you look away, surprised to meet the frustrated faces of his bandmates.

“Oh, so she’s the one you threw our set list out the window for?”

“I’m—what?”

“I already told you guys—”

“Yeah, yeah, you didn’t know what you were doing until it was too late. Doesn’t change the fact that you almost left us hanging in the middle of a set.”

“What are they talking about?” you ask, determined to not read more into the situation than you already have.

“Nothing. They’re talking about nothing. Can we—?”

“Nothing? Nothing except your boyfriend surprising us by playing a completely different song than the one we planned. He’s lucky we’ve practiced it before or we would’ve all been left in a lurch.”

Eita looks at you again and you’re reminded of a child being caught with their hand in the sweets jar. Your mind can’t seem to move past the casual use of “boyfriend” and the reveal that he hadn’t planned on playing that song.

“We aren’t—shit. Ei- I mean, Semi?” you ask, alarm audible in your voice as your cheeks start to burn.

“Fuck. I’m sorry,” he turns to you, eyes wide, mirroring your trepidation. “I told you guys that we aren’t together.”

“After that stunt tonight, you better be.”

“Semi, I can leave. It’s fine. We came back to say ‘hi’ and tell you that the band’s performance was great,” you say, pulling back. Ushijima starts and you wave him away. “It’s okay, Ushijima. I can call myself a cab. I’ll text you.”

Ushijima hesitates, not wanting to leave you on your own but wanting to respect your wishes, only relenting when Eita steps forward, closing the distance between you two again. He shoots a glare toward his guitarist and cellist before turning to you.

“Please don’t go. You just got here.”

“Semi,” you warn, guilt rippling through you as he deflates. “Listen. It was great seeing you and being able to watch you play, but I should get going. It’s been a long day.”

You can tell he wants to push back, that he wants you to stay—and what a wonderful feeling it is, knowing that—but he senses your discomfort and nods. “At least let me walk you out.”

“Okay.”

“Make sure to take her out through the back so your fan girls don’t get pissy.” The guitarist sports a scowl when you say goodbye to Ushijima, allowing Eita to usher you outside.

It’s hard to place what you’re feeling as you follow, hard to reconcile the way you find this comfortable despite the distance between you. Maybe the silence is as equally daunting, equally filled for him as it is for you. He waits until you’re both outside before saying anything, though he still hasn’t turned to face you. “Look, I need you to know that—”

“It’s okay, Semi. Truly.”

“Will you just let me speak?”

“Sorry. I’m just… nervous.”

“And you think I’m not?” he asks, turning and pinning you with his stare. “Shit. None of this is going the way I thought it would.” Hiding his face behind his hands, he takes a deep breath before bringing his hands up, smoothing over his hair.

“What’s not?”

“Tonight. You.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Shit, I didn’t mean it to sound like that. I thought I would’ve gotten over my nerves around you. Things between us… didn’t end on the best of terms.”

“To put it mildly,” you agree, remembering how vehemently he refused your proposal to split, how quickly concerns over distance were warped into insecure accusations until the argument destroyed any hope you had to remain friends.

“I miss you. It was like a dream seeing you the other night.”

Your heart hiccups at his uncharacteristic openness about his emotions and you look at your shoes before asking, “Didn’t Shirabu tell you I was coming? Or Satori?”

“You must be confusing me for someone who has a better relationship with Shirabu. And Tendō said he didn’t tell me because he thought it would be funnier this way.”

You can’t help but laugh, but let some of your nervous energy escape with the sound. When you look up again, you find the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’m sorry. Shirabu told me he planned on seeing the match with you and Reon, only for his shift to change at the last minute.”

“He told Reon, but Reon seemed to forget to pass it on.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you apologize again, amused by their antics. Part of you wishes you had looked at the group chat when Ushijima offered. “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

“Let me take you out for coffee.”

The answer comes a little too quickly and his familiar confidence starts to make itself known, but you hear that little seed of doubt that Eita’s always worked so hard to hide. Even still, you’re worried that it’s too much too soon, that you’ll both get caught in the illusion of “what could have been” rather than what is, that there’s nothing but pain waiting at the end of this road.

“Just coffee, and just as friends, right?”

“Of course.”

“Semi—”

“Just coffee. No surprises. No unwelcome guests. No songs that catch everyone off guard. Just coffee.”

“So you didn’t plan on playing that song?”

“I’ll tell you more about it when we get coffee,” he teases, flashing you a wide smile that makes his eyes crinkle.

Gods is this man beautiful. So easy would it be to fall into old habits, to give him whatever he asks for. There’s an undeniable pull for you to learn all the way he’s changed in the years since you last saw him, to discover who he is now, and it’s terrifying and exhilarating in such a way that only Eita could pull off.

Bowing your head in an attempt to hide your answering smile, you relent. “Okay, fine. Just coffee. Let me give you my number and we can figure out a time that works for us both.”

His fingers brush against yours as he hands you his phone and you don’t miss the way his smile grows and you know deep within your bones that there’s no way it’s going to be just coffee. Not that either of you seems to mind.

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emmyrosee · 1 year

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HI I’M SORRY TO LEAVE YOU WITH YET ANOTHER THING BUT I HAD TO SHARE THIS WITH YOU CAUSE ???? THIS WOULD SO BE SEMI??? (PLEASE don’t feel pressured to respond to this at all, I just wanted to share with you cause I thought it was funny)

OKAY ILY PLEASE GET REST PLEASE DRINK WATER PLEASE EAT FOOD MWAH ILYYY

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GRRRR BARK BARK THIS IS SO MY MAN RIGHT HERE-

Eita goes from playing the most heartfelt of strings, where you really can hear the pain and agony in the chords-

Only to then cut off with the Nokia ring.

And you want to rush in and support him, but god he looks so funny, the emboss of his band on the back of his black hoodie shining against the LED’s of his recording studio, the hood pulled over his head spilling locks of ash hair just barely out of the pocket, and he looks so goofy and silly and sweet you want to let him have his time. The sounds of the emotions pouring through his hands makes your heart ache for him, but it gets increasingly harder to stay serious when a stupid jingle comes from the guitar.

“I hear you snickering,” he grumbles, not turning around to look at you. “This is serious, you know.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, smacking on a faux understanding tone. Padding into the room, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and nuzzle against the fabric of the hoodie concealing his head. “You wanna talk about it, or do you wanna keep summoning the ice cream man in peace?”

“Fuck, shut up,” he snorts, shoulders shaking as he laughs. You giggle with him and shift as he swivels in his chair. He gently tugs you onto his lap, and you sit comfortably on his perched legs. “You’re so mean to me.”

“You love it,” you purr, planting a kiss to his pouted lips. “What’s on your mind baby?”

And you two just. Sit there, letting him talk and mumble about everything that’s been on his mind and wracking his soul. Every now and again, you take one of the fingers that had shredded the strings of his guitar to plant tiny, sweet kisses to the pads of them and mindlessly listening, like you always would.

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Still and All

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Four Seasons. Same room. Same Time. I'll be waiting. -E

Those words practically tattooed themselves over your eyes as you read the message for the umpteenth time that month. It has always been the same message sent to you through text, repeatedly done so, sometimes twice or thrice a day until said "same time" would come to pass. Well, that's because you have disabled Eita from calling you.

You received a knowing look from your secretary who was sitting beside you in the backseat of the car. More or less, she already knew what was going on with how you were sighing repeatedly while looking at your phone. There wasn't exactly anything you did not tell her, and she knew your rather negative disposition stemming from what transpired exactly a month ago in Monaco.

"I speak now as your friend, Y/N," Kiyoko, your henchman in every sense of the word, spoke, shedding off the formal tone she used when addressing you as her employer. "Go and see Eita. I am starting to worry for the both of you."

You arched a brow at her. She was aware as to your choice not to see him again at least until things cooled down. He wasn't exactly someone you could avoid for the rest of your life, not when you moved in the same social circles, and definitely not when your families are virtually inseparable.

"He's your best friend," she droned on.

"Yes, until I ruined things beyond repair and he had to break his engagement off because of me," you snapped, going for the offense, not really wanting her to win the argument. You hated how she was always right, and god knows why she kept up with your utter stupidity when it comes to your feelings.

"Because she was cheating on him!" Kiyoko fired back, assuming her persona as your older sister from another mother. "It wasn't because of you. It was already happening before you even came into the picture."

You didn't know what was worse: you seeming to have broken up Eita's relationship with his fiancée or you appearing to have shrewdly swooped down at the first opportunity like a vulture to carcass, all because of your festering feelings for him even before you both entered university.

A strangled scoff elicited from your mouth. “Cheating on Eita? Mika?”

“Yes.”

“That’s impossible. She adores Eita.”

“Not enough, apparently.”

You could feel your head swelling to twice its size at the thought of it. You didn’t know how you would feel about the whole matter, torn between relief from the thought of Eita not getting married the following year after all, and that of anger when it dawned to you that your dearest friend was being made a fool by anybody regardless of their identity.

"And you knew this for how long?"

“A week before you arrived.” Kiyoko took your hand in hers. "Y/N, I've known you long enough to know when you're trying to suppress your feelings even if they're right just so others can be happy. I know you well enough to know that you have been in love with him for the longest time, exactly why you couldn't accept Ushijima Wakatoshi's suits no matter how fond you are of him."

You knew the rest of the story. It was second nature to your secretary to investigate when she feels like something wasn't right even without authorization from anyone. Yes, even if it meant bypassing you or going against your orders when she feels like acting to your best interests. Kiyoko was efficient, and quite frankly, terrifying, like that.

"With whom?" you asked. “With whom is Mika cheating on Eita?”

"A Daisho Suguru. New money, apparently, but a good man nonetheless."

You were surprised at her observations but you knew better than to doubt it. If there was anyone with a good eye for character, it was Shimizu Kiyoko, and if she says that man who was taking Eita’s fiancée from him was a good man, then you would believe it without question.

She exhaled loudly, her raven locks swaying with her movement. "In all fairness to Miss Yamaka, it wasn't intentional and she didn't plan to hurt Eita, but sometimes things are just the way they are. It was love at first sight, and although I am not inclined to believe in such things, I saw it myself. There just isn’t a spark between her and Eita which equates to fireworks with that man."

"Eita still got hurt," you couldn’t help but say, becoming fiercely protective. While you never hated his fiancée, you didn’t particularly have a forgiving character, not when the most important person in your life was the receiving end of anything negative. Despite yourself, you would always, always come to his defense.

"He wants you, Y/N. His betrothal being called off isn't hurting him half as much as you distancing yourself from him is. Like I said, things are just the way they are."

"Me, giving in to my baser instincts and sleeping with him when he was supposedly vulnerable is not just because things are the way they are, as you’ve put it, Kiyoko."

"You've been absent from his life for three years, hiding away in Monte Carlo. And did your feelings change?"

"I wasn't hiding!"

"Sure, except that he appears in your life again, just two weeks in, and yet you are head-over-heels for him again no matter how many times you deny it." She rolled her eyes at you when you attempted to protest. "Eita needs you right now more than ever."

"That's just adding fuel to the fire." You meant the words to be dismissive, but Kiyoko wasn't having any of it.

The car had stopped, you noticed long after it has. Just then, she opened the door and stepped out, holding it open. She eyed you sternly, cocking her head and motioning for you to get out of the vehicle. Your face contorted into a frown and your heart started palpitating when you saw the very hotel Eita was referring to in his messages right in front of you

"Come now, Y/N. Think of it as the universe conspiring against you and your bullheadedness." She reached towards you and pulled you out, making you almost stumble on the pavement.

You were rather appalled that she called you bullheaded, but that was the least of your concerns. You shook your head, feeling your hands go clammy. "No."

She took you by the shoulders and shook you slightly. "You're here anyway. Just talk to him. Stop ruining yourselves and give yourself the liberty to have what you want for once."

There was no arguing your way out of it, and knowing Kiyoko, she would wait in the parking lot just to make sure you didn't bolt. Nodding in resignation, you straightened your clothes and stretched your hand out towards her. "My things, Secretary Shimizu." You addressed her in such a way to spite her, but she ended up flashing you a triumphant smile instead.

She handed you your purse, grinning. "Have fun, President YL/N."

You blew a raspberry. "Yeah. Who works for who?" Shaking your head, you entered the lobby, the sound of your heels changing as you stepped into the marble floor making your heart stop momentarily, but you had to conceal that by acknowledging the concierge who came to meet you.

"Miss YL/N," he greeted enthusiastically. "Have you come to see Mr. Semi?" His demeanor changed at the mention of Eita’s name, no doubt wondering why the hell the man, although known to be a regular patron, was staying for way too long at the hotel.

You nodded and he led you towards the private lift that led to the penthouse. It was always the same place that it was almost reserved for the two of you since you started that tradition of retreating to said room when you felt like getting away from everyone but didn't have the luxury of time to go elsewhere. In that suite, you have created a world of your own, the place holding precious memories and the walls silent listeners to your happiness and woes, silent witnesses to your complex bond with that ash-blonde male you’ve known almost all your life.

The moment you disembarked from the elevator, you were tempted to go back but the doors slid close with the concierge waving happily at you. Taking a deep breath, you walked through the short hallway which led to the main entrance to the suite, your hands trembling as your palm made contact with the brass doorknob.

You haven't really seen Eita since you left him the morning following your little interlude, the sobering realization that you just crossed the line with your supposed best friend, who was, to your knowledge, engaged at that time, making you flee from the scene as quickly as you could. So many things told you that you shouldn’t have done it with him, that you should have exercised prudence, but all is said and done, and there was no way you could change anything – not what happened, not the whole predicament that followed and definitely not your feelings.

You didn't really know why he still wanted to see you when you left him in the cold and avoided him at all costs. He had been consistently messaging you with the same thing every single day since he returned to the country shortly after you did, meaning to see you, already standing at your doorstep but refusing to see him, not knowing what to say or do once you were faced with the reality of it all. It wasn't all too different at present, standing but a few paces away from him on the other side of the door.

Before your resolve could crumble further, you pushed the door open and walked into the drawing room which was empty. With every ounce of courage left in your body, you roamed around in that confident gait you would carry yourself in as if you were surveying your domain as opposed to dreading the prospect of seeing the man you knew you were hurting all along. When you didn’t find him, you set your things on the couch, deciding to search for him after, but when you turned around, he was standing under the arch, leaning lazily against the side of the wall, cradling a glass half-filled with brandy, you surmised.

You took in his appearance, tracing every detail with your eyes and etching it in your brain. His hair was damp, his silvery locks falling over his intense eyes, sharp as they were cold, regarding you with caution while his sensuous mouth was fixed in that perpetual smirk. His black oxford shirt was not buttoned, hanging on his broad shoulders and revealing the expanse of the creamy alabaster skin of his chest and chiseled abdomen, while his dark jeans hung precariously low on his hips. He was a god, another being altogether, and yet he was also the boy you grew up with, the person you called your best friend and the man you fell in love with.

You regarded the glass in his hand, following it as he raised it to his lips which was curled contumeliously, taking a swig and then swallowing. The way his Adam's apple bobbed as he did so made your throat go dry. It had taken herculean effort to stop yourself from being attracted to him in the most sinful of ways, but it all crumbled once he gave you a taste of him, and having done so, you didn't know how you were able to go for a whole month without seeing him.

"It's the middle of the day," you commented casually, loosening the silk cravat that came with your suit, followed by the lace gloves which you've placed on the armrest of the settee. "Should you be drinking?"

At that, Eita threw his head back, chuckling. The sound came out with a bitter edge to it. "You leave me wordlessly after we fucked, you don't see me for a month even if I begged, and when you do, you comment on my drinking habits. Classic Y/N." He took another large gulp of the amber liquid as if to spite you.

You froze at his outward hostility. He has never treated you in such a way even at his worst moments. Your heart sank. It was your fault why he was acting that way but you weren't about to give him the upper hand entirely.

"Hmm. You insisted upon seeing me for this? Are you going to behave like a child and sulk or are we going to talk like proper adults?" you sniped.

He laughed darkly after finishing his drink, dropping the glass on the carpeted floor with a thud. He stalked towards you with a predatory hint to his movements while you stood your ground, eyes unrelenting on him despite being cornered. He was gorgeous as he was intimidating and you didn’t know which one to consider as he came closer.

"I wasn't the one who did not have the spine and maturity to stay and confront her feelings, Y/N. You ran away just like that. And you say I am sulking? I am way past sulking! I am broken, Y/N, and you did this to me."

"What was I to think?" he droned on, raising his voice. "You just left treating me as if I was one of those people you had a one-time thing with. But I am not like them, Y/N. What do you take me for?"

"What did you expect me to do?" you asked referring to the situation of his engagement which cancelation he has not told you about.

He closed the distance between the two of you in one long stride, towering over you as his eyes flashed in anger. "That you would set me apart for someone more important than anybody else you've had dalliance with! That you would consider how I would feel if you did that because I am your best friend and as such, maybe I was different." His voice cracked as tears filled his sable eyes. "That maybe you feel the same way as I do for the longest time."

As if on cue, your eyes felt hot as well and you could feel tears stinging your eyes but you blinked them back furiously. "You are different, Eita. I love you and you know that. You are my favorite person in the world, but just the same, let me return the question to you: what was I to think?"

"About what? Haven't I made myself clear that night? I wanted you and I have been in love with you for the longest time that it hurt when you expressed your gladness when I was engaged to Yamaka Mika!"

"That's exactly my problem! All this time I was thinking that I was the one who caused your engagement to be broken. I lost sleep over the idea that I ruined something good for you only to find out that it was long done just today. I stepped back because I wanted you to fix things with her, give it a chance to be fixed but you didn't tell me anything! You tell me I am your best friend but my secretary knew about the reason before I did. What the fuck was that about?"

"You would have known if you stayed long enough! I was meaning to tell you, but you always had that Ushijima Wakatoshi dangling about you beforehand, touching you freely as if… as if you belonged to him. I couldn't have that, Y/N, and when you came to me that night, I couldn't help myself anymore. I had to have you."

Taken aback at his observations about the other man where you were involved, you scowled at him. "He was not!"

“What is he to you?”

You made a face, offended that he would even ask. “A friend?”

“He likes you, doesn’t he?”

Your brows scrunched up. “Wakatoshi is the least of your worries, Eita.” You shrugged, suddenly feeling tired. “You…”

“What?”

“I’m sorry about Mika.”

Without a warning, Eita grabbed you, hooking his arm around your waist so you were flush against him, while with his free hand, he cupped the back of your head and secured you as he dipped his mouth onto yours with urgency and dominance that sent liquid fire coursing through your veins and making your ears ring as blood rushed up to your head at his touch. Once again, you found yourself melting into his touch as your lips melded, your breaths becoming one and his heat engulfing you.

Your hands found purchase on his chest, fisting his shirt. Opening up to him, you allowed his tongue to mingle with yours, his jaw flexing hard as he explored your wet cavern. Where his hands were warm against you, his tongue was hot, the remnants of alcohol mingling with mint making you dizzy with want.

"You've ruined me, Y/N," he whispered against your lips. "You have robbed me of sanity. You're the only woman I want. I don't care if Mika cheated on me, and maybe I should be sorry for saying this, but I am not. I only want to be with you. You can call me crazy, but that's just how I feel." He buried his face on the junction of your neck and shoulder, holding you tighter. "I love you so much. I can't live without you."

Eita was baring his soul to you, had done it that night and yet you didn't know what to do even if it was obvious what it was you should be doing. He had come clean, but what about you? The conviction in which he declared his adoration for you made it all the scarier for you to say anything in response, afraid you will disappoint him. You were never good with words and you were even worse at expressing your feelings.

"I wanted to die when you refused to see me…"

You wrapped your arms around him, soothing his back. It broke your heart to hear him saying such things. Eita had protected you for a long expanse of time, spanning from when you were children up until the time you left. It didn’t sit well with you that he felt that much pain and because of you at that. "I am so sorry. I didn't know."

He pulled away meeting your gaze, his deep dark eyes devouring your very being. "Say you feel the same." His hand tightened on your shoulder. "I need to hear it."

"I love you, too. I have for a long time," you said slowly, wringing your fingers. "When you got engaged, I thought I could just forget about how I feel…"

"Is that why you chose to work in Monaco?" He picked at a stray strand of hair on your neck.

You nodded in earnest. "But when you showed up six months later, I knew it did nothing to change anything, even when you seemed so happy with her, so I decided to stay there for as long as I did."

He hung his head low. "Why didn't you tell me? Up until my parents arranged the engagement, I was waiting for you to say something."

"And ruin our friendship if you didn't feel the same?"

"I thought I was being obvious since middle school and you were only blowing me off." Finally, he smiled, enhancing his already devastatingly handsome features, slender fingers tracing your lower lip, your jawline, down to the columns of your throat, making your breath hitch. His mere proximity made you reel out of rationality, but his touches, they always ignited something inside you. When he reached your collarbone, his eyes took a darker quality as he eyed you with hunger.

Eita trapped you against the backrest of the settee, hands settling on either side of your hips. “You haven’t the vaguest hint how happy I was when you kissed me back…how you’ve made me the luckiest man alive when you allowed me to stake my claim on you.” His finger ventured lower while he invaded your space. “How you’ve made me feel so alive and glad that I am.” He brushed his lips on your forehead, your temple, your jawline, his nose grazing onto the crook of your neck, punctuating it with butterfly kisses which made your toes curl in anticipation. “I’ve waited so long for you.”

Your heart swelled with so much happiness at his words. Although your mind was clouded with desire for the very man in front of you, you couldn’t help but smile in genuine joy and adoration for him sans the lust. You’ve felt the same, truth be told. Reaching up, you wrapped your arms around his neck, this time, claiming his lips with yours with resolute passion, knowing that he was yours for the taking. He returned it with as much fervor if not more as his arms wrapped around you, ensnaring you in a possessive embrace.

His tongue delved into your mouth, sliding deliciously against yours, swirling as you felt like the room was spinning rapidly with the way he was making you feel like you were about to catch fire. Your hand pushed his shirt off his broad shoulders, sliding down to his taut chest while he momentarily let go of you to remove the offending garment without cutting the kiss. The moment his hands found your waist again, he molded your body against his, his stiff arousal pressing against your stomach as he pushed a thigh between your legs.

You were so preoccupied by the magic that he seemed to be conjuring with just his lips that you did not notice when his hands left your waist, drawing in a deep, shocked breath when you heard the sound of your silk blouse being torn apart, the pearls that served as its buttons scattering about on the carpeted floor. You pulled back slightly, your clothed breasts now exposed to him, making him lick his lips despite his confusion as to why you stopped kissing him.

“That’s a Diane Von Furstenberg blouse, Eita!” you chastised, evading him when he tried to kiss you again.

He growled, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you bridal style towards the bedroom, the ensuing smirked he sported making you weak all over. “I don’t care who designed it, Y/N. I want all of them off you.” He placed you on top of the bed, and without wasting another second, he hovered over you, resting his knees between your legs, nudging the apex of your thighs as he leaned down and asserted ownership of your lips again, hands skimming over your sides until he reached your breast, kneading. His sensuous mouth moved lower to your neck to your chest, removing your lace bra and tossing it somewhere behind him, his mouth immediately latching onto your hardened nipple while he toyed with the other one with his fingers.

Carding your fingers into his unruly yet silky hair, you pulled him even closer to you. He continued to shower attention to your breasts even as he unbuttoned and unzipped your slacks, pulling away as he pushed the garment down your legs, gently removing your white Louboutin pumps, grinning slyly at you as he carefully set them down the floor when you flashed him a warning look. Eita then planted his lips against your ankle, moving up your legs, the length of which he kissed, shifting to the other when he reached your thighs, his hand hooking underneath your knees to pull you closer towards him. He tore your lace panty off you harshly.

“Ei –” Your intended scolding was cut short by a sharp moan when he licked up your folds and inserted a digit into you, causing you to arch your back, your fingers tangling with the sheets.

“You were saying?” he asked with a chuckle before licking your nether lips again, your hips bucking upwards when he started sucking your sensitive nub while his fingers thrust inside you, their length reaching your sweet spot repeatedly until all you could think of was him pleasuring you, his ministrations making you see stars.

“Oh god…Eita…” you let out breathily, legs curling over his shoulders to draw him closer to you. “Right there.”

He hummed in response and curled his fingers inside you when he felt your walls clench around them. His tongue and lips lapped and sucked with more vigor and intensity, making you shudder as you reached your high, your juices dripping out into his tongue. He emerged from between your legs, lips glistening with your essence which he licked off with his tongue, eventually placing his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean.

“You taste so good,” he said, bending down so he could kiss you again. He then started undoing the button of his jeans, shedding them and setting his cock free, hard and ready. Like the first time you had sex with him, it felt surreal when he finally slid into you, your moans mingling with one another when he reached deep inside of you.

He started to thrust, slowly then setting up a rhythm which had you writhing and panting. “Faster!” you cried out, “Ah…Oh Eita…Don’t stop.” Delicious keens and whines spilled out of your mouth, driving him to move faster to grant you your high which came with intensity that made you forget about everything else except for Eita who was stirring you alive and making you feel like you’re falling while seeing fireworks behind your eyelids.

With every time, he pushed deeper, broken syllables of your name came out in moans and grunts from him, his rhythm stuttering with every time you clenched around his pulsating manhood, pushing in and out.

“I’m yours, Y/N. Only yours,” he rasped before he laid claim over your lips again, and just with those words, you felt yourself reaching your climax again, making you cry out his name as your back momentarily lifted from the mattress. His thrusts started to become more frantic, making you a panting mess as he chased his high which came with one powerful push before you felt his warm seed filling you up, sending shivers down your spine as he spasmed on top of you. Finally, he collapsed on you, face buried in your hair, stilling his breath.

You, too, came down from your high, running your fingers on the hair at the base of his head as you stared up at the ceiling while he remained inside you. You were considering things now that everything seemed to have worked out for the best for the two of you. Gone was the dilemma of his engagement and how you feel for one another was clear.

“What now?” you asked him, causing him to rise slightly from you, resting his elbow on the mattress on either of your sides.

Eita grinned at you, brushing your hair away from your face before swooping down and planting kisses all over your face. Once again, he took possession of your lips, kissing you languidly as he rolled you both over so that you were on top of him.

“I guess we’re dating now,” he said, looking dazed when you pulled back. You immensely enjoyed that look on his face, happy that you affected him in such a way. “But do we really have to go through the whole dating thing? We’ve known each other for as long as we have and went through every single thing dating couples usually go through…”

Your brows furrowed and your heart started to race at the prospect of what he was saying. “What do you mean?”

Eita wrapped an arm around you, adjusting your position on him. “What do you say we skip it?”

“Skip dating?”

“Yeah.”

“And do what?”

He sat up, taking you with him, hand reaching towards the drawer of the nightstand where he took a black, velvet box before turning his eyes on you, intense and overflowing with earnestness and tenderness…and love. “People usually do this on one knee, but I guess it’s called for.” He glanced down at where you were still joined together and chuckled but he turned serious just as quickly.

Eita opened the box, showing you his mother’s ring, and heirloom passed down through generations in their family. You’ve seen it before adorning his mother’s hand and now he was presenting it to you in a not-so-grand but, just the same, meaningful gesture.

“Oh my god,” you gasped.

“I think it’s long overdue, but would you make me the happiest man alive by doing me the exceptional honor of being my wife?” He took the ring from its case, picking your hand up. “Marry me, Y/N.”

Tearing up, you threw your arms around him, wrapping him in a tight embrace. “I will.”

He pulled back, meeting your eyes with his which were shining as he smiled happily. “You will?” he said between laughter, chest reverberating against yours.

“I will. I’ll marry you, Eita.” You kissed him this time, smiling when you felt him go stiff inside you again. He slid the ring into your finger and you looked on in appreciation of the glistening diamond.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

And with that out of the way, he laid you back on the bed, souls and hearts entwined, both of you finally home in each other’s arms.

-end-

Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.

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lovemesomehwa · 1 year

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Tokyo Drifting

Semi Eita

Warnings: none

In and out, that’s what I told myself when I walked through those doors. So how did I end up here, in the passenger seat of a pimped out Viper ACR with Japans most infamous female F1 racer, in the driver’s seat. She had one hand on the wheel and the other on the shifter. From where I sat, she was the most dangerously beautiful woman I’d ever seen. But let’s back up, we need to understand what led to this moment.

“Goshiki, I’m not so sure about this. How did you hear about this place?”

“One of my classmates has a sister who drifts in the races, she’s supposed to be really good. Please come in with me, you’re the only one who answered me-”

“-Because you said it was an emergency?! Of course I’m gonna answer you…” I crossed my arms, looking down at Goshiki, someone who once asked me for help talking to girls, now asking me to come with him to an underground race meet.

“Pretty please Semi-Semi? I promise we’ll be in and out and we’re already here. Please?” He clasped his hand together as if praying and looked up at me, putting on his best puppy dog face. I had to look away, otherwise I think I’d have a heart palpitation.

“Fine, but in and out. You promised.” He grinned at me and opened the door, pushing his way inside.

Loud was an understatement. The ground beneath my feet shook like a constant earthquake. The vibrant lights changed color every five seconds, and there were people wall to wall. I could barely keep an eye on my prodigy through the sea of bodies.The smell of smoke filled my lungs, a familiar smell that reminded me of the band. Getting through everyone was a task, but I managed. I could have sworn I saw some familiar faces but currently my priority was Goshiki, I’d never forgive myself if anything happened to him under my supervision. The party never seemed to end, it felt like I was trapped in an alternate reality, one where I was chasing something I’d never catch.

Everything came to a head as I emerged outside through what I can only assume was the back door, the fresh air hitting my lungs felt like an escape, my eyes no longer strained from harsh lighting. I looked out over the bottom level of a parking garage. Supercars from every continent seemed to find refuge here. It took me a minute but I found him geeking out with some other college aged kids. I assume this is where everyone had parked, but clearly it wasn’t just a party, this was a car meet. He was staring open mouthed at a gray, all American muscle car, a rarity in Japan.

“He must be yours.” A voice came from behind me. I turned, startled by the sudden proximity.

“Not- no. He’s not mine- I mean, he is, but not like- you know…” The girl smiled, sending my nerves into overdrive. She wore a formula one bomber jacket over a white tee, her eyes shining like glitter under the streetlights.

“Relax, I know a chaperone when I see one. That boy is in shock right now.” I looked back over at him, now moved onto the next car, a bright orange Bugatti.

“Yeah, he’s been wanting to get into all this for a while. He basically begged me to bring him.” I looked back over at her, a shiver running up my spine.

“What’s his name?”

“Uhh, It’s Goshiki, why-”

“Goshiki!” The boy whipped his head around looking like a deer caught in headlights. “Wanna take a ride in one of ‘em?” My eyes widened in surprise. There was no way I was letting that happen.

“What?! Really?!”

“No, no way. You’re not getting into a strangers car.”

“Oh come on, please?!” He came running over, excitement evident on his face.

“No,” I turned to the girl, who was now grinning ear to ear, “I’m sorry, but as his chaperone I can’t let him. Do you know how much trouble I’d be in if anything happened to him? I’m sorry, I can’t take that chance.” She just smiled at me.

“But she’s not a stranger Semi, don’t you recognize her? This is (y/n) (l/n), the F1 racer? She’s placed in every race since she’s started.”

“Goshiki, you know I don’t watch TV unless Ushijima’s playing.”

“My point is, she’s not just some random person off the street. Please!” I looked from him back to her. Truly I didn’t know who she was, but I still wasn’t convinced.

“Come on, Semi was it? If you don’t want him riding why don’t you try it first? You know, a test ride.” I narrowed my eyes at her, skeptical. “You can say no, but I can guarantee you I’m the safest driver here, you included.” I hesitated, multiple scenarios popping into my head.

“Only if we don’t break 150, I’m not risking my life so you can prove a point.”

“Done.”

And that’s how I ended up here, one hand on the safety handle and the other on the dash. Her music shook the car as she turned sharply, shifting gears as we moved.

“I thought I said nothing over 150?!” I shouted, my eyes never leaving her face.

“This is only 140!” She yelled back, only giving me a glance. My heart was beating out of my chest, but I wasn’t scared. This was new, exciting. She wasn’t lying when she said she was a safe driver. I knew this wasn’t the top speed, not in a viper, and especially not when the driver knows the ins and outs of her car.

“Can you go faster?” She looked over, disbelief evident on her face.

“Did you seriously just ask that!?” Another sharp turn and I’m leaning into her, able to get a clear view of her face. Time seemed to fly in slow motion. Her eyes gleamed with excitement, her hair flying in every direction around her. In this moment I knew, it wasn’t the car, it was the driver. And what a driver she was.

She floored it, the hum of her engine now a roar that reverberated off the buildings and into the night. The streetlights are now just a blur as I’m forced back into my seat, the breath knocked from my lungs as we hit a straightaway. I closed my eyes and let the wind cool me down. I could have stayed like that forever. But I didn’t, and it was over all too soon. She pulled into the lot and rolled up the windows, turning the music down to that of a whisper.

“Well, what do you think Semi? Do you feel I risked your life ‘to prove a point’?” I felt the heat rush to my face, embarrassment at my previous words eating away at me.

“Not by a long shot…”

“Good, cause I think you’d make a pretty good passenger prince.” I blinked as she shifted into park, handing me her phone. “Text yourself so I remember.” I typed in my number and sent a smiley face, handing it back to her as a people swarmed the car, Goshiki included.

“Semi did she do it? Did she go over 150?” He asked eagerly. I glanced over at her and received a wink before looking away.

“I’ll let you think on what you just asked me. Now lets go, I told your mom you’d be home by 11.”

“What?! But you said I could ride-”

“-I never said that, I said in and out, and it’s been longer than that. I’ll bring you back next time, that I promise.”

“Really?! You promise?” He held out his pinky finger, which I locked with mine.

“Promise.” He whooped and hollered all the way back to my own car, this time going around the house instead of through it. I shot a look back at (y/n), one she just returned with a wave of her phone as if saying ‘See you soon’.

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veraghost · 2 years

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𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠~ 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐚

𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 + 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐚

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k 𝐚/𝐧: tehe its hereeeee!! i somehow wrote this in one night after like 2 weeks of preparation and brainstorming. this has been made for @tobiote ‘s “𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊” event!! this is purely fluff and my little safe corner of the world! have fun <3

ps: @nanamoonie ur lovely tag !!

You don’t know how you ended up in this situation, miles away from home in a tourbus with your best friend Arem. Well you do, it was just so unpredictable that you can’t fathom it, your entire life the last few weeks has felt unrealistic, a blur of texts and flurries of bright lights. Everything started a few months ago when Arem found a new popular band, something you knew would slowly become an obsession of theirs for awhile.

After that night, everything happened so suddenly. A drunken text sent to the lead singer - Semi Eita - had lead you into something out of a fairytale. Free tickets to any show you could make it to, backstage passes for before and after shows, and early soundcheck admission, along with a few other perks you can’t speak about. When you had told Arem, she practically forces you to text Semi again, asking him if you could just like with him on the tour bus because your best friend had been so obsessed with them. He reluctantly agreed.

He doesn’t really know why he was attracted to you in the first place, but something about your Instagram profile, something about your seemingly uncaring way of life enticed him to respond back to you - obviously unhinged - dm to him. When you had been more interesting than you were when you were drunk was when he was hooked, waiting on your every word that could make him more curious about you. Now here you are, in the tourbus with him and his bandmates on your way to the East coast of America, finishing up his North American tour.

He’s surprised you haven’t caught onto his secret - that although you’ve been together for weeks - he hasn’t actually uttered a single word to you the entire time. Theres obviously a reason why, a lingering curse that the Gods had given him years ago, forcing him to never speak to someone he’s truly interested in. The worst part was that explaining it had no purpose if it wasn’t a specific person. The Sirens Curse had been God given, but something that must’ve originated from the depths of hell. Unable to speak to anyone unless another Siren or they’re one true love, hypnotizing through song and beautiful porcelain skin. The curse had its benefits, it brought him and his bandmates fame and wealth, but with that, they had all been cursed with loneliness, searching for their soulmate for eternity.

Now he sits in his bed adjacent from yours, wishing he could climb in there and wrap you in his arms, uttering compliments and sweet nothings into your ears, letting you fall freely into his love, and so much more than that, but his kiss is deadly, even to the most lovely of people. “Semi, we need to make sure you look presentable for when the bus arrives, there will most likely be press and paparazzi there, wanting to get a few pictures and words from you, please be ready in an hour.” His manager tells him before closing the curtain that separates the beds and the rest of the bus.

Getting woken from your sleep, you quickly flatten your hair before climbing from the top bunk and offering Semi a hand, convincing him to get ready, even offering your company while he does his makeup and hair. Grabbing your hand, he gives you a small smile and a nod before you both make it to the bathroom.

“Semi, do you want some help with that? You’ve been trying to do your eyeliner for awhile now, I can help if it makes things easier.” You offer, grabbing the eyeliner pen with delicate hands before helping him draw a small black wing on his eye, making sure both eyes are parallel before putting the cap back on and taking your original place on the counter. The rest of the evening goes like this, small glances and helping each other out silently before you and Semi part ways - not wanting anything getting out about you and Arem touring with them.

The show goes amazing, as usual. Teenage girls screaming the second his voice enters the microphone - the entire crowd hanging off his every lyric, singing along without a thought in their eyes. You’ve always found it crazy how his fans become so quickly attentive to him, almost like he puts his crowd under a spell. Originally, you thought it was just the first set of shows, the ones who had been around forever and watched the boys grow into a mainstream band, but as you kept watching the shows, you’ve noticed its everyone even the boyfriends that come for their girlfriends and the fathers that come for their daughters, become lost in his songs.

Weeks continue to pass, and you can’t remember when all the pieces finally clicked but they did, and you constantly belittles yourself for not noticing it sooner. How the crowd was infatuated with Semi, how he spent so much time near bodies of water - seemingly calmer around the Ocean, how he wouldn’t talk to anyone around you, so many things that could only point to one thing - Siren.

Walking into Semi’s hotel room using the key he slid under your door last night, you let yourself in and when he’s sitting in his bed, you both know what this conversation will be about. Thankfully, the awkwardness is spared when a voice in your head reminds you that the tour has ended - as of last night - and after this you’ll probably never see each other again, simply figments of each others memories. He motions you to sit down, even being nice enough to scoot back further to give you room.

“Semi, I don’t know how this is humanly possible let alone happens in our world, but I just want to try and understand everything, it’s been keeping me up for days and I just need you to help me wrap my head around everything.” You start. If you’re being completely honest with yourself, you don’t even know how you could be considered sane to any normal person - you’re sitting in a rockstars room, ready to confront him about being a mythological creature - but here you are.

“I don’t even know how I can rationalize my thinking, let alone come to terms with it, but here I am. I’ve been quite confused about something regarding the ‘Sirens Curse’ that I am quite sure that you have, but it says online that you hypnotize everyone who hears your voice, yet here I am being completely unaffected, even when Arem and I watch you live from behind the curtain,” you continue, and he loves watching you put all the pieces as you watch his face for any reaction. “Arem get’s enamored whenever you sing, so why am I the only one who doesn’t?” You ask him. Watching him for a response, he opens his mouth before shutting it again, repeating the same action a couple times.

“I think we’re soul tied.” He says simply, waiting a few beats to make sure he hasn’t done something deadly. While you try and connect that to everything else, he stops you from overthinking everything and quickly explains. “When the Ocean takes you has her own, she finds a human to connect your soul to, making them soul tied - soulmates if you will. When a Siren finds their tie, they can be freed from having to serve the Ocean if they wish, only if both parties truly find a loving connection. The reason why you haven’t been affected is because part of my soul has been tangled into yours, and vice versa.” When he finishes, it takes you a few moments before you lunge at him, wrapping his body into a tight hug, and he swears he feels human again - something he hasn’t felt in almost twenty years.

The rest of your night is filled with things only dreams could create, tender kisses, loving words and intimate touches, making a fire erupt in your stomach. You knew the initial lust you felt towards Semi wasn’t something normal, something people only found once in a lifetime, but you never thought it was something quite like this. When Semi was explaining the Ocean’s version of ‘Soulmates’ you never expected it to be written in your souls, engraved into fate like something woven by the Gods themselves. When you fall asleep in Semi’s arms, you feel at home.

When you awake with your lovers arms around you, everything feels, different. You can’t place this new feeling, but it’s like you’re younger, renewed almost. Semi awakes not too long after you, pulling you closer to his chest before feeling the new sensation as well. “Love, I think I may be human again. Or somehow She has visited us and made things official between our connection.” He whispers against your skin, placing feather light kisses along your shoulders. When you feel a presence in the room - albeit an invisible one - his suspicions are correct when you hear a soothing voice in your ears.

Semi Eita, my servant for over twenty years, I see you have found the human I have entangled your soul with. I am here in spirit to offer you a choice which can alter both yours and your lovers forever. She begins, letting both of you slowly wake up before continuing her speech.

Your choices are as follows, you can either return to the mortal world as a human, staying your age of twenty-three, or, you and your lover can live with the rest of us in peace, never having to commit a crime as long as you are willing to serve me in times of need. Of course, there are conditions with both of these options. If you choose to become mortal once again, you will forget all your memories of being a Siren, only remembering the times you’ve had outside of sea. If your lover chooses to become a siren, you will both be immortal until your mortal lives would be up, and time would take its course. You have until midnight tonight to make your decision.

After that, She leaves, leaving you and Semi to make up your minds. A few moments pass, and you have both secretly made your minds up, letting yourselves get ready in peaceful silence. You quickly run the situation by Arem, learning that her and the bands drummer - Mattsun as everyone calls him - are also soul ties, and that they were also visited by the Ocean. After lunch is spent figuring out everything about Semi and Mattsun’s lifestyle, you all make your way to the airport and arrive back home. By dinnertime, you’ve both spoken about the conditions of your unanimous decision, deciding to keep your relationship as safe as possible from anyone that could get in the way of it.

Midnight rolls around, and as if She had been waiting for this moment, counting down the seconds before she can make her way into Semi’s living space. You both exchange pleasantries, having a nice conversation before the conversation of fate gets brought up.

Semi, have you and your Soul Tie decided on your futures? She asks you simply, not wanting to make this interaction more stressful than it should be. You look at each other hesitantly, making sure that the agreement has stayed intact even after the Ocean’s arrival.

“Y/N wishes to become one of us, on some terms,” Semi tells Her, and the air in the room feels thinner - almost like she is thankful that she hasn’t lost Semi to you, or thankful that she’s gaining yet another subject. Semi lays out the ground rules for your lifetime as a Siren, making it clear that you will never get any blood on your hands unless it is to avenge him. After everything is set, Semi drives you to the nearby beach, and everything that you’ve ever known has been changed - a life altering experience happening in your heart, in your soul.

Within minutes you regain consciousness, and you can feel your body has gone through some changes. Your heart beats slower, breath coming out shallower than normal, almost like you don’t need anything relatively human to survive. Semi takes your hans before stepping into the ocean. The water isn’t even cold - even when it’s almost 2am and it should be freezing. When you keep walking, you slowly turn to a swim, and your legs morph into a tail, allowing yourself to swim faster and deeper than you used to. You don’t need to breathe underwater either, being able to speak and breathe freely.

Semi leads you through the dark water, somewhere deep and secret, something normal people don’t know about, something practically impossible to see. When you arrive in the city of Sirenà, you are greeted by water lanterns and beautiful Sirens, tails made of different colours and shapes and sizes, and you are marvelling at everything your eyes can reach.

Reaching the Oceans Palace, she meets you at the front door, taking you both into an embrace and a smile graces your lips. Although everything happened so quickly, a fairytale emerging from the depths of your life and showing itself as an unpredictable force, you couldn’t be happier, silently thanking your drunken self months ago for allowing yourself to have happiness that you’ve been praying for since you were a child.

When you see Arem and Mattsun behind you, you embrace the two in a hug along with the Queen, ready to start this new chapter with your best friend and your soulmate be your side, prepared for anything that life throws at you.

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bokutosmochi · 2 years

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random semi eita headcannons

what's it? general

allergen warning/s? n/a

sugar level? 0.7k

regulars? @hanayanetwork

♧ has an obscene amount of jackets and rings. like, way too much. one time his old friends from shiratorizawa visited him and they gasped when they saw his closet. he could do nothing but frown and cross his arms. "yeah, i think i have a bit of a problem." is that a slight pout i see on his lips?

♧ owns several notebooks as well. yeah, he knows he can use his laptop when writing down songs, poems, or his favorite lyrics, but why would he do that when it looks so much cooler on a notebook, in his pretty handwriting

♧ paints his own nails. he doesn't like going to nail salons. he likes the experience of painting them by himself, except if he's with someone. they're always chapped by the end of the week, but he truthfully doesn't care. sometimes he gets lyric ideas while his nails are wet and when that happens, he grabs his phone and presses on the voice recorder app.

♧ his past girlfriends are kind of annoyed with him because he is so much better than then at putting eyeliner on.

♧ an absolute menace if he's in a restaurant that has a jukebox. he will be the only person using it, playing song after song after song. no one can really complain though, because he has such a good taste in music.

♧ has tried to dye his hair different bold colors many times, but he likes the ashy blonde color he currently has best. that being said, he is the man to call whenever one of his friends want to have their hair dyed diy.

♧ the type to be like "oh no, i was really looking forward to it" when he gets texted that plans to hang out is canceled but is lowkey relieved.

♧ loves rainy weather, but hates rainstorms. he always jumps and looks unnerved when a crack of thunder makes its presence known, yet he always claims he's not scared, that he just hates it because he has to sing louder and it makes his voice pitchy and because he can't hear his strumming of the acoustic guitar over it.

♧ his room is full of album posters and vinyl records. the one hung up on the wall where his work desk was stood against is for album covers that comforted him. the ones by his bed are the best looking ones, then one wall for his band's albums and lastly, one for his favorites. he likes telling his friends or significant other when they go to his room.

♧ had a pen pal at some point. he formed a really memorable friendship with them, but of course, there was a time where the letters would stop being exchanged. he still wrote a song for them though.

♧ he also went by a pen name inspired by his favorite band.

♧ has a lot of voice recordings on his phone of potential songs. he also tells himself that he'll delete them once they're properly recorded in the band's studio, but he either always forgets it or is too lazy to do it.

♧ he was actually keeping his talent (singing) a secret from the shiratorizawa boys before because he fears that they'll either a) laugh at him (unlikely, but the irrational fear is still there) or b) ask him to sing all the time (very likely). they only found out when they caught him singing to himself while gathering and putting away his belongings in the locker room. they may have made him sing and play the guitar all the time, but they encouraged him and raised his confidence. they were all in the crowd during eita's very first gig ever they had to sneak in sixteen year old goshiki.

♧ has a few songs dedicated to how he felt when coach washijo told him he was no longer part of the starting line up and they were all included in the band's self-titled album. the shiratorizawa boys just didn't notice because the actual meaning of the song is hidden very well under the beautifully written bed of lyrics.

♧ puts his heart and soul into each song and has cried on stage while singing. the band's fans, bless their hearts, sing along with him or sings it while he recuperates during tougher times.

i get: reblog

you get; frozen yogurt

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toasty-ghost · 2 years

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and here we have a redraw of genderbend semi (original below)

had her looking to the right so her and shirabu are looking at each other💪💪

have a great day lovelies <33

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reverie-starlight · 2 years

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just a small drabble that i thought up after i fell down the fucking stairs and got a massive bruise on my arm from 🥰 also I’m very clumsy so this is super self indulgent!! enjoy!

clumsy!reader fluff

gn!reader

haikyuu boys who have a clumsy s/o and find it so stressful but also highly amusing. you could fall down the stairs and after making sure you’re not super hurt or in any excruciating pain, he’s laughing at you. like, cackling. it continues on for a good two minutes as he helps you up and dusts you off with tears in his eyes. you glare at him and just walk to the couch to put a movie on or something while he goes back to making snacks. later on, when a bruise or a bump is starting to form on your arm or shoulder or wherever, he does genuinely feel bad that you’re hurting and wants to make it better (not to mention he wants to apologize for embarrassing you by laughing, even if you didn’t explicitly show you were). so he cuddles up close to you and takes your arm and pulls your hand up to his lips. he trails little kisses up along your arm, paying extra attention to the tender areas, all the way up to your neck and ending at your lips. he leaned his forehead against yours and looked right into your eyes. “i’m sorry for laughing at you.” he really couldn’t help it, the noise you made when you fell was just too funny.

“hmm, you should be. i expect you to repay me for that.”

he snorted. “oh, of course, and how shall i do that?”

“well you can start by kissing me again, that’d be alright.”

a deeper kiss was planted on you. he could feel you smiling into it.

“and after that?”

“cuddles. lots of them. it’s only fair- you found my pain amusing.”

“alright, c’mere then baby.”

he gently pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms tightly around you. he peppered your face in kisses and grinned when you started giggling and squirming around. he leaned back and pulled you down on top of him when you both finally calmed down a bit. he toyed with your arm a lot after that, making sure the swelling went down and massaging the pain away as the movie played and you fell asleep on his chest.

OSAMU, SUNA, sugawara, tendou, KUROO, semi, hanamaki, konoha

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luvring · 2 years

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— flustering moments

gn!reader | oikawa, semi, sakusa, tsukishima, osamu, atsumu, suna

based on a tiktok trend — **thank you to the people who explained the "act a fool" trend was misheard !!

OIKAWA hates when you try to hold him back from spoiling you. he spots you try to put a jacket away and easily swipes it, putting it back in the cart he’s pushing. he stops in front of you and stares, “babe, what did i say?” you try to shake your head, “tooru, it’s expensive—” but he only tuts and pulls you close enough to kiss your head. “actually i said whatever you want, you’re going to get.” and there’s no room for discussion when he starts looking around in the aisles in front of you and asks without looking, “now what else did you look at and not pick up?”

SEMI is immediately beside you, stopping a ball from hitting you in the face. you can see the way he clenches his jaw as he throws it back to his teammates. “seriously? you guys need to pay more attention,” he scolds. a chorus of apologies responds but he only sighs and turns toward you. the annoyance is gone from his face in favour of concern. he gently turns your face to see each cheek, and his eyes skim for any sign of injury, “you didn’t get hurt, right?” you smile and shake your head, “no, just surprised.” eita sighs again before grabbing your shoulder and kissing you. “alright. see you after practice, ‘kay?”

SAKUSA’s eyes flicker over when he sees your jacket drooping down your shoulder. he moves quickly and wraps an arm around you, pulling it back up. you watch before turning to him, “thanks, ‘omi.” he hums, and you think he’ll move his arm back. instead, he keeps it there, holding you near him. kiyoomi seems to sense your curiosity and answers your unasked question, “just in case it falls again. since someone doesn’t want to wear their jacket properly.” you laugh a little before leaning your head against his shoulder, and despite his little remark, kiyoomi lays his on top of yours.

TSUKISHIMA takes a step in front of you, his arm in place to protect you from the guy walking up to the both of you. “hi, excuse me, sorry. do either of you know where i can find the train station from here?” kei blinks but doesn’t completely take down his guard. “it’s a block from here, turn right at the stop light,” he explains easily. the man thanks him before going on his way, and kei finally drops his arm. you raise a brow and look at him and he frowns. “what? we didn’t know who he was or what he wanted.” you hum in response, a little amused, and he rolls his eyes before continuing, “come on, we’re gonna be late. if you don’t stop looking at me like that i’ll walk even faster and leave you behind.”

OSAMU watches as you happily eat the meal he’s cooked for you with a smile. “so i’m guessing ya like it?” though you’re chewing, you manage to nod and hum in approval. there’s a little food on the corner of your mouth that osamu notices. he tuts suddenly and tilts your face toward him. confused, you watch as he reaches to swipe it off with his thumb. “sorry, just had somethin’ on your face, baby. y’look cute enjoying the food, though.” he laughs quietly at your flustered reaction before standing up. he pats your head and leaves a chaste kiss on top, “i’ll get you some more water. stay right there.”

ATSUMU laughs at a teammate’s joke as you all sit in a restaurant waiting for food—it was a celebration dinner for winning yet another match. he leans back into his spot on the booth next to you. mindlessly, he places his hand on your thigh and starts to trace little shapes. your eyes flicker down then at him. atsumu notices your gaze and realizes what you’re reacting to, only to flash a smile before leaning over to kiss your cheek. he tilts his head to whisper just 2 words in your ear—“love you.” his hand stays there for the rest of the wait, and finds its way back when he’s finished. the only difference that occurs is when you intertwine your fingers with his later in the evening.

SUNA puts the other side of the pocky in his mouth easily, his face now inches away from yours. he takes small bites before taking larger ones, and you find your noses practically touching. at that point, even though you struggle to keep eye contact, rin’s own gaze is amused and stays on you easily. before you realize it, he’s taken the rest of the pocky and his lips are on yours. his hand cups your cheek as you close your eyes and the both of you lean in more. when you finally pull away, rin has an accomplished look on his face before speaking, “tasted good.” and honestly, you can’t tell if he meant the pocky or you by the time he’s leaning back on the couch and turning on his phone.

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semifilms · 1 year

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“and suddenly all love songs were about you” :: a little something to feed my brainrot and my fellow semi simp anon <3

character(s), semi eita

a/n :: not proofread…also very short

before semi met you, the love songs he wrote were never from experience. just things he’d heard or seen on tv. he never had anything—or anyone to experience the things he wrote about with. until he finally met you. his whole perception of love was changed.

and suddenly every love song was about you. the ones he wrote, the ones he listened to. everything led back to you. your smile, your eyes, just everything about you. when asked in interviews about his music and where he got inspiration from, semi always had the biggest smile on his face. his cheeks would heat up and turn red, just a little bit. before he mentioned you and how you inspired him and how you were his muse.

slowly his discography became like a fan page for you. he even named a song after you. he was once asked in an interview: “do you think you’ll regret that later on?” and he smiled softly, “nah,” and his answer was an honest one. “they’re my first love, i don’t think that’s something i’d ever regret.”

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lowkeyremi · 11 months

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When you deny them a kiss <3 ft. Tsukki, Kyotani, Komori, and Semi

CW: Tsukki and Kyotani are a lil bit aggressive but it’s the loving kind so dw 😌 (implied fem reader)

Tsukishima Kei

“Kei! I’m going shopping with friends!” You yell slipping your shoes on to leave. Your boyfriend shows up out of nowhere.

“When will you be back?” He practically whines and it makes you giggle. His footsteps are quiet as he walks up to hug you. “It won’t be that long maybe two hours?”

He pouts at that. (UGH I LOVE CLINGY TSUKKI)

“Okay… don’t be gone too long.” He goes to kiss your forehead and you lean back. Simply just because you wanted to see how he’d react.

He frowns, why didn’t you let him give you a goodbye kiss?

“If I don’t get to kiss you then you won’t go.” He hoists you up and you wrap your legs around his waist so you don’t fall.

“Kei! It was a joke! I just wanted to see how you’d react.” You quickly peck his lips and he decides it isn’t enough. He grabs your face (gently) and pulls you into a deep kiss.

Once you two are out of breath you break the kiss and he smiles at you all hazy, “‘kay now you can go.”

“You are so needy.” You roll your eyes playful at him.

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Kyotani Kentaro:

He sat at the table with you reading the monthly volleyball magazine. You were finishing up some work on your laptop that has been weighing you down for awhile. Kyotani lets out a grunt and your eyebrow quirks. "What's up with you?"

He grunts again like he's upset you don't already know why he's upset. "You haven't given me a kiss at all within the last 24 hours." He explains with complaint laced in his voice. You shut your laptop and walk toward your kitchen to get a snack.

"I'm trying to finish my paper, Ken. I've waited too long to do it and it's due tomorrow." The fridge air chills your skin causing goosebumps to form. Your eyes scan the fridge wondering what you should get for a snack. "Should I make those Pillsbury cinnamon rolls or just eat the mac n cheese I made yesterday?" You ask him and you're met by silence. He must be pissed if he's not answering. "You want hamima chicken?" You ask trying to lure him into your trap. "Not falling for it. I want a kiss." He argues.

A sigh escapes your lips, because you know if you end up kissing him it could turn into more and you need your focus to finish this paper. "When I'm done with my paper we can kiss all you want." Usually your persuasion would work but Kyotani seemed to not be falling for it.

The oak chair legs squeak on the floor when Kyotani gets up from the chair. He stomps over to you, spins you around, and plants his lips onto yours, hard. His tongue swipes your bottom lip and you open your mouth to let him in.

You had to push him away when his hands started wandering down to your waist. "Later... I promise." You assure him and he smirks at you. "You better keep that promise." Your boyfriend squeezes you in a hug and you squeeze back.

"Love you, Ken." The soft confession slips from your lips. His face is buried in your neck and he mumbles, "Love you too, beautiful."

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Komori Motoya:

His head was in your lap because the two of you were watching a movie together like you always did on Friday evenings. The little shit known as your boyfriend lifted his head to look at you, there was that mischievous smile on his face.

"I did some research on how to french." he wiggles his eyebrows and you let out a soft chuckle.

"'Toya that's so random." you mention softly, the movie continued and you want to pause it because this was the movie you've waited months to see.

"Is not! The couple in the movie just kissed." He reasons and you remind him that they aren't even together yet. This seemed like your way of denying him a kiss, but he wasn't giving up just yet. This is the same man that intially tried to get the Sakusa Kiyoomi to date someone and after years of trying his efforts paid off.

"C'mon please? We haven't even kissed with tongue yet." he begs and you are relentless tonight.

"What about that time after prom when we were drunk because someone spiked the punch?" you ask without taking your eyes off the tv. You and Komori have been an icon for quite some time now. Kiyoomi kept telling him to break up w you because an athlete/college student relationship wouldn't work out.

You two stayed strong even in times of trouble. And here you guys are today, its not always rainbows and butterflies but it works. It gets hard when Komori isn't around to comfort you.

"That does not count as a real kiss with tongue, neither of us knew what the hell we were doing." He huffs and you smile.

"You can french me when the movie's over, I've really been looking forward to this one." Your words seem to be suffice because his head finds your lap again and you unconsciously massage his scalp.

As soon as the credits roll he's on top of you and the smirk that lands on your face makes him wanna kiss it off.

"You're so pretty, honey bun." he says.

"Just kiss me already." You don't have to tell him twice. His lips ghost over yours and he leans in so your lips meet. He always thought it was cute how your lips were slightly chapped. (can we normalize/romanticize chapped lips or is that a no no 😭)

His tongue slipped into your mouth and you happily obliged opening your mouth for him. The kiss lasted a little longer than you expected the only reason you pulled away was to breath.

"I'll always get what i want, be it a kiss or the pretty girl in front of me." he says confidently.

You smirk and shake your head, "you are such a little brat sometimes."

"Your little brat," he adds.

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Semi Eita:

"Mhm, that works.. uh-huh thank you so much. Okay, take care." Semi hung up the phone and turned to you where you were playing on the ps4.

"I'm done with work for today, do you wanna watch a movie?" He asks standing up from his desk and taking a few seconds to stretch. It's surprising his legs aren't cramping due to sitting for so long.

"Yeah, let me finish this up real quick." He smiles at how concentrated you look playing the game.

"Alright, I'll go get movie snacks," he informs and moves to give you a quick kiss on the cheek. You lean away from his inviting presence. "Not right now, Eita. I'm really close to beating this level."

Instead of voicing his opinion on the matter he walked out. Guilt pooled at your stomach as he walked out of your shared office room.

Once your level was finished you made sure to put everything back in its place and turn off everything.

You'd been waiting all day to embrace your boyfriend which made the anticipation even higher. Upon reaching the living room you see your boyfriend cuddling and kissing your puppy on her head.

He noticed you, "since my girlfriend won't kiss me, I have to give kisses to the best girl in the whole world."

Your puppy seemed to understand him in some type of way and she wagged her little tail.

"Eita, you've been denying me kisses all day, it was a taste of your own medicine!" You explain walking over to give him a quick peck.

"I want more than a little peck." A smirk grows on his face.

His lips capture yours and you feel the same spark you felt during your first kiss. His hands start to roam but not for long because your little girl starts barking and trying to tear you guys apart.

"Jealous, much?" Semi asks the puppy which makes you giggle.

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