#semi eita drabble

[miyamoratsumuu]

♡ 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝, 𝐰/ 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 ♡

pt. 2 - pt. 3

characters: t.oikawa, k.akaashi, k.kozume, m.atsumu, e.semi

note: implied fem partner for all of them, lowercase intended. pictures used are not mine, all of them are found on pinterest!!:) (not proofread yet!! I'll do that a little later)

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OIKAWA TORU "you deserve the whole world and more, darling"

look, toru's a sweetheart. he's the type of boyfriend to love taking you out on these romantic, fancy, peaceful dates. whether it be one or the other. sometimes he surprises you with a dinner date at this one restaurant where it takes weeks to get a reservation. other times, it's a quiet walk on the beach on a friday evening with the both of you talking about how your week went. and if you have your own idea of a romantic date, tell him about it. he's definitely all in for it, as long as you have fun as well.

he makes sure you two have fun wherever you go. even when you're in a random store of all places. mirror selfies, wearing accessories that were for sale, making a whole photoshoot out of the display of flowers at the front of the store.

there was this one time you oh-so conveniently found a pair of alien glasses and thought it would suit toru. you made him wear them to take pictures, but he didn't want you to be left out, of course. before you started taking pictures, toru found another pair of sunglasses that were heart shaped, saying "so you only have heart eyes for me, darling" as he handed it to you.

toru always makes sure that his hair looks nice. he doesn't like it when there are strands that are out of place or if it generally just looks really messy. but on the days when he's tired both physically and mentally, he's most likely to be in a state of vulnerability. and it's those moments where he'd like it for you to place your hand on top of his head and play around with his hair. he'll admit that he likes the feeling of your fingers running through his unsurprisingly soft locks. and if you even dare to stop, he'd immediately whine and tell you to continue what you were doing because he was just about to fall asleep.

we all know about his history with plaid pants. he even proposed to get a matching pair of those pants with you. you didn't think it would be a good idea since you couldn't think of a proper outfit you could make out of those, and you doubt you were going to be able to wear them often. instead, your persuaded toru into getting matching plaid pajama pants with you instead. reasoning that it would be way more comfortable, and that you'd be able to wear them almost whenever you want around the house.

I could imagine toru being a sort of morning person. he doesn't wake up super super early though. instead, he gets out of bed at around 6 to 7 or so. most times, you aren't even awake yet while he's already preparing to take a jog around the neighborhood. but on the rare mornings you were awake with him that early, he sometimes doesn't bother to go out on that jog anymore. he would rather spend the entire morning with you, with breakfast and maybe a cup of coffee by your sides.

AKAASHI KEIJI "I'll do my best to be someone that's deserving of you, my love"

every minute you spend with keiji is a time you could let your guard down all at once. because he assures you that he's someone you could trust and lean on no matter what. he convinces you either by words or his actions. whenever he wraps his arms around you, he makes sure to make you feel like you could depend on him to be your shield and safe space when you need a break from the world in general.

when he picks you up for the date he planned for the both of you, keiji is the gentleman that always brings you flowers. and before leaving, he would assist you in placing the bouquet in a vase and putting it somewhere in your house. there's a remembrance of the flowers keiji always gives you in almost every room of your house. there's a vase in the kitchen, two in the living room, and a couple more scattered around every table and shelf.

dates with keiji consists of trips to a variety of cafes, early brunches, museum visits, or spending quiet afternoons at the library. after recieving and paying for your orders at a cafe, the two of you either stay there to finish your food and drinks, enjoying the bustling atmosphere, or leaving to take a stroll wherever your feet take you.

the days where you end up having brunch are the days with the mornings you and keiji preferred to stay in bed for longer than you anticipated. you don't mind though, in fact you didn't think there was anything better than being in your lover's arms for a couple more hours.

you often go to museums to gaze at what you think are the most beautiful things you set your eyes on. although keiji begs to differ. because to him and his eyes, you're the most beautiful thing he could ever catch sight of.

during your visits to the library, he always introduces you to the books he just recently started reading, the ones that were his absolute favorite, and the ones he would like you to read with him. and if you read books as well, that's great! now both of you could geek about your favorite genres, authors, novels, books, and all. and he absolutely enjoys being able to talk to you about the things he loves. but then of course, you're the one keiji loves the most.

there was this one time that he asked you to read a book he liked so he could talk to you about it. you began to read it eventually, of course. but when you reached a certain page, you were suprised to see one of the characters'dialogues highlighted and encircled in pink with hearts scribbled around it."you are perfect for me". keiji was a gentleman. a gentleman that made sure to make you feel as if you were the most special person in the world. and of course, a gentleman that made you feel loved. so so loved.

KENMA KOZUME "you're so special to me, pretty. you have no idea."

you support kenma as much as you can when it comes to the subjects and things that he likes; and he knows that. so ever since you two began dating, he slowly gained more and more confidence to openly share his hobbies and activities of amusement with you. and you wouldn't have it any other way.

during the nights the two of you are together in one of your homes, one of you would always suggest to play a game or watch a movie. you almost always end up doing both, though. when you get bored while watching the movie, you switch to playing mario kart on the tv, and vice versa. because of that, it's often as well that the both of you end up staying way past the time you were supposed to, then you end up sleeping in the next day. (that usually only happens on the weekends though)

when the both of you planned on going a date that involves going outside though, it would always be an enjoyable time. when you and kenma went to the carnival one evening, you made sure you rode at least more than half of the rides that were available. of course, that involved walking around for who knows how long. and that wasn't something kenma would absolutely love to be doing on a sunday evening. at all. but then at the end of the day, he knew that the extra workout and sweat was worth it once he saw how your smile stretched from ear to ear while he was walking you home.

when you dragged him to the mall, he was expecting to be accompanying you on yet another shopping spree of yours. he was already imagining entering various clothing stores and you asking for his opinion on the outfit you wore every time you stepped out of a fitting room. what he wasn't expecting, though, was for you to lead him straight to one of the arcades he often visited himself. while you were buying your tokens, you noticed the look of confusion your lover threw at you. "lev told me they added tons of new games here! I wanted to try them out with you" you explained giddily. and somehow, that made kenma smile, before following you further into the arcade.

it's often that volleyball practice sucked out the small amount of energy kenma had left after a tiring day. and so on the late afternoons you came by the gym to pick him up so the both of you could walk home together and you noticed him looking worn out, you already knew what to do. you convince kenma that either one of you stay over at the other's place for the night, knowing that both of you needed the warmth of comfort of each other's presence to cool off after the long day you had.

ATSUMU MIYA "my whole heart belongs to you and only you, doll"

atsumu is definitely one of the most clingy boyfriends out there. every minute the two of you are together, he always has to be holding your hand. and if he's not, he has the urge to do it. when he's holding your hand, your fingers have to be intertwined too. he claims it's better than doing it any other way. you know this. you know how much better he feels whenever you hold his hand in yours. and so you try to do it as much as possible as well. he's grateful for that, if you didn't know. it makes him feel as if you're fulfilling your promise to always be there for him.

the first time he walked in on you doing skincare, he was intrigued to say the least. sure, he knew about it, and how it helps make you feel and look better, but he never actually got to learning hoe to do it for himself. and so ever since that day, atsumu always joined you when he sees you doing your skincare routine in the evening if he wasn't able to do it with you in the morning. he thought, now, he'd actually look like the better twin. (alright babes whatever helps you sleep at night<3) and on rare nights, he was the one who initiated doing the activity with you.

movie nights are a common occurrence between the two of you. but it's not the movie nights wherein you're laying down in the comfort of your own bed with each other and watching the film on a laptop that was propped up in front of you. nope. atsumu preferred to take you to the actual cinemas. especially those with the 3d experiences of the movies. he loves the thrill and extra excitement, yk.

he also loves to take you to places where the view is absolutely stunning. whether it's a perfect view of the sunset, or the city lights beautifully gleaming from afar. atsumu actually savors these moments with you. the two of you basking in the comfortable silence between the both of you, knowing of how each other's company alone makes you feel a whole lot better.

there was one time atsumu was complaining to you about how osamu and rintaro were teasing him again about his twin being the better one between the two of them. you continued to listen, despite not exactly knowing what to answer to his outbursts. that was until he stopped and looked like he was thinking of something. deeply, that is. he had his index finger tapping on his chin and all. you looked at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking of so deeply that it made him stop his rant. he looked at you then told you to follow him to the kitchen. on the way there, he started explaining what he was planning on doing. "I bet they only keep saying samu's the better twin 'cause he can cook or whatever. I'll prove them wrong! I can cook too, and you'll be ma' witness, babe". and so of course, that was exactly what he did. at the same time making dinner for the both of you along the way. all while you were taking pictures and short clips of him cooking because he " needed the proof to shove it to rintaro and his twin's faces". once he was done, it didn't even taste half bad. it wasn't the best, of course, but he made it with love and effort and that was what's important.

he's the guy to obnoxiously wrap his arms around you whenever it's possible. there was this one time that he was away for a family trip and when you visited their home once he got back, he immediately jumped on you, wrapping both his arms and legs around you once he opened the door and saw you were on the other side. it was a surprise the both of you didn't fall over straight away. but after a few more second of atsumu just staying there unmoving, he eventually fell to his bottom with you on top of him. "I guess you really did fall for me after all, huh angel" you instantly pushed him away when he began cackling. him saying that with a smug smirk on his face made it a whole lot worse. you love him for that, though.

EITA SEMI "just seeing you smile at me like that has me swooning, sweetheart."

like keiji, eita is a gentleman at heart. he's also the type to bring you small gifts to give you on your weekly dates. whether it be flowers, your favorite snack and candy, or a small plush toy. and while he's on his way to pick you up, he takes a picture of himself with the gist he's going to give you, sending it to you saying "I'm on my way, sweets, excited to see you already"

if you know how to play an instrument, then that's great! it only means that you and eita have more interests to share and you could jam together on late afternoons you have nothing better to do. but if you don't, that's fine as well, darling! if you'd like, he would absolutely be willing to teach you how to play guitar. but if you didn't, you'd instead be with eita in the room doing your own thing and being gorgeous while he practices. he doesn't mind, of course. he doesn't feel pressured of any sort. instead, he actually feels more relaxed and comfortable with you there.

I feel like he's the type to have a polaroid camera and love to take pictures on it with you. or, he would print your pictures in the style of a polaroid. he says it adds to that romantic feel of the memories the two of you make together. and that it would be easier to display around the things that he owns, like in his wallet, at the back of his phone, or just stuck to the wall beside his bed. for his favorite pictures of the both of you, he prints out two copies so that he could gift one to you.

when the two of you are on the train together on what you're assuming is going to be a long ride, you end up listening to music together one way or another. both of you always bring your earphones with you, but on the rare occasions only one of you did, you share. opting to play the one of the playlists the both of you made together, or one of the playlists you made for each other.

there was one time where you went to the mall with eita, satori, and wakatoshi. the other third years unfortunately not being available for the day. when you entered a music store and after a while of browsing around, satori called you and eita over. when you got to him, he handed you a record saying you should recreate it but with both of your faces hiding behind it. eita was reluctant at first, thinking that you might look like idiots to people that passed by but you liked the idea. you ended up doing it anyway, with satori taking the picture for you. even wakatoshi admitted that the two of you looked cute together in it.

eita writes songs for you. of course he does. and you love every single one of them. but you especially love the ones you could slow dance to in the evening in the comfort of the kitchen in your home. on a late night while the two of you were making midnight snacks with your playlist playing in the background, one of those songs that you especially loved played. giddily, you grabbed eita's hand, startling him and making him let go of the butter knife he was holding. but once he realized what your intentions were, he smiled and danced along with you to the song. he twirled you around and whispered in your ear once you looked at him in the eyes again. "you're absolutely stunning, love"

[fabraies]

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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..”

[semifilms]

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

[veraghost]

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.

[bokutosmochi]

YOUR HANDS IN HIS HAIR ♡ SEMI EITA

semi eita x reader

what’s it: fluff sugar level: 0.1k allergen warning/s: n/a regulars: @hanayanetwork

bon appetit!

semi eita likes a lot of things about himself. his power, his skills, the fact that he somehow managed to win your heart, and amongst those things is his hair.

he always keeps it styled in a certain way. as a teenager and young adult, he's tried many different hairstyles and colors, yet this one is his favorite. it boosts his confidence and as a result, makes him more charismatic when on or off stage and absolutely irresistible.

so whenever you run your hair through his platinum blond locks, he always grumbles at you, tells me that you were ruining the style he's oh-so carefully crafted all through his life. even so, he hates it when you stop it, when you stop scratching at his scalp. he whines - much to his dismay - and glares at you making you laugh. "i thought you wanted me to stop?" but one of eita's flaws was that he could only swallow his pride when it actually matters, this is not one of those times. he continues to glare at you wordlessly until you start to run your fingers through his hair again.

[satorisoup]

#HAIKYUU AS RANDOM TEXTS (MULTIPLE CHARACTER)

#A/N : i have writers block so here take this.

#WARNINGS : cursing.

all photos found on pinterest! (characters are gray)

IWAIZUMI. semi.

KENMA. kunimi.

KUROO. suna.

BOKUTO. lev.

ATSUMU. tanaka. tendou.

[heich0e]

The faint plucking of guitar strings drifts around the corner from the bedroom, greeting you as you press yourself flat to the wall just on the other side of the doorway.

Your hands rest over your diaphragm, feeling the way each unsteady breath makes your ribcage expand and contract every time you breathe in and out. The material of your t-shirt is soft underneath your fingertips, and you twist it up into your fists as you brace yourself.

Slowly, you peek your head around the corner.

Semi is seated at the edge of the bed, dressed in only a pair of underwear. His guitar is in his lap, one hand loosely circling the neck while the other is scribbling something down into the well-loved notebook he carries with him at nearly all hours of the day. His silvery hair is pinned back at his temples with two cute little barrettes he'd stolen from you, and it leaves his concentrated face on full display for you to appreciate.

He notices you immediately when you appear, his eyes flickering up from the page of his notebook to meet yours. He smiles, slightly crooked and deeply fond just like it always is.

"Hey, stranger."

You smile back, or at least you try to. Something about the soft way Semi speaks to you has always made you preen slightly--made you feel shiny, and special, and precious. Its effects are slightly dulled today.

"Hey," you greet him in return, leaning your shoulder against the doorframe and resting your weight against it. "You busy?"

"No, no," he shakes his head emphatically. "What's up?"

The curtains hanging over the window behind him are open and letting in the view of the morning outside. The light is soft, an early fog still hanging in the air that the sun hasn't yet had the chance to burn off, diffusing the sunlight delicately through the sky. It saturates everything--the world outside, the bedroom, the boy sitting atop your bed--in warmth.

Eita looks at you with no reservation. His face open and honest and unsuspecting.

"So, it's not a big deal or anything," you start, your fingers plucking absentmindedly at the oversized shirt that you'd worn to bed, "I just told myself that I'd tell you today if nothing changed. And, uh, it didn't so..."

Semi's brow furrows, his smile dipping slightly in confusion.

You look up at the ceiling.

"It's probably not anything, so there's no reason to worry or whatever, but like... I'm late. By three weeks. Which isn't... like... you know. But I mean it's kind of a lot."

Your eyes burn as you stare at a spot of sunlight on the ceiling. You wonder what it's reflected from.

You're too scared to tear your eyes away from it.

"Do you think..." Semi can't even quite bring himself to pose the question in its entirety. Can't even bring himself to speak the word, like uttering it might make it real. You know the feeling.

You shrug apathetically.

"Not sure."

You hear some rustling.

"Hey, c'mere."

You look down and see that Eita has set his guitar aside, and sits with his arms opened at the end of the bed, beckoning you into his waiting embrace. You swallow and shuffle over, standing between his parted thighs. His arms wind tight around your waist, and he presses his face against your sternum as he pulls you tightly together.

"You shoulda told me sooner, you must have been stressed," he says gently. It's not really chiding, at least not in a way that leaves you any room to feel admonished. He sounds guilty that you were going through it all alone.

"I've just been trying not to think about it too much," you admit quietly, one hand on his shoulder and the other at the nape of his neck, tracing through the soft tresses that curl there.

You hold each other like that for a moment.

"I mean," Semi's breath is caught in the material of your t-shirt each time he speaks, the fabric warming with every word. "It it even possible?"

You shrug a little bit again, even though he can't see you. You two haven't been the most responsible lately, nor the least. But stranger things have happened. He pulls away and glances up at you.

"I mean, it's not impossible," you reply.

He catches the edge of his lip between the point of his canine, gnawing on it thoughtfully.

"Okay," he says after a moment. "So we should like, get you a test or something, yeah?"

You're a little shocked that he's being so rational. So calm. You're not really sure what you expected. It's not like Semi's irrational or un-calm as a general rule, or anything--this situation just isn't one that you have any point of reference for.

You find yourself nodding dumbly in response, lost for words.

Half an hour later you and Eita stand side by side in the pharmacy, dressed in similar haphazardly put together outfits of sweatpants and hoodies and sneakers. You have on a baseball cap, and Semi still has those barrettes in his hair.

You had no idea there were so many kinds of pregnancy tests.

Blue box, pink box, white box. Digital result. Consumer's choice. 99% accuracy. Fast response. Most trusted brand nationwide. Your eyes flicker from one variety to the next, taking in their various packaging and claims, the terms whirling around your mind nearly incoherently. You're overwhelmed.

Eita must notice.

"Hey,"--he dips down so his face takes over your line of sight, bent at the waist to get close to you--"you should go get us some coffees next door, I'll grab what we need here."

Your eyes scan his face for a moment, but you find only reassurance in his gaze, and then you nod.

Semi finds you outside of the coffee shop not long after with two iced drinks in hand, seated on a little bench. The plastic pharmacy bag with his purchase is looped casually over his wrist, and your eyes are drawn to it unconsciously as it rustles with each step of his approach.

"What did you get me?" he asks with a blithe, easygoing smile as he looks at the coffees in your hand. He always gets the same thing--a black americano--but every single time he asks anyway.

You hold up his drink for him to take.

"My favourite!" he says, accepting the beverage excitedly. "Thank you."

At home, the two of you sit on top of your bed with your coffees in hand, and Eita reads through the instructions that he'd found after he shook the contents of one (of FOUR) of the pregnancy test packages he'd bought out onto the bedspread.

"Okay, so it says here that you just have to pee on this part,"--Semi puts his coffee cup down in the cradle of his legs and then uncaps the little stick in his hand, pointing at the end. His eyes scan over the sheet of instructions of his lap. "It says you can also 'collect a sample' but if you do that you have to make sure you're using a clean cup."

"I don't wanna piss in one of our cups," you say miserably.

He glances up at you sympathetically.

"Okay, okay," he says, reading onwards. "It says that if you're testing early in the suspected pregnancy it should be your first pee of the morning, and that you shouldn't drink a lot of liquid beforehand if that's the case too."

That wouldn't really apply to you, given how late your period is.

Eita looks up suddenly, his eyes fixed to the cup of coffee held to your lips. You watch him curiously.

"What?" you ask him, chewing on the end of your straw.

He bites down on his lower lip for a moment, like he's grappling with something. "Should you be... y'know. Drinking that? Coffee, I mean."

You blink. You're not sure, actually.

"I thought, like if you are..." His eyes flicker up to yours, his expression a bit strained.

You hadn't thought twice about ordering your usual coffee that morning. You haven't thought twice about anything you've been drinking, or eating, or doing over the past three weeks. The thought makes you feel nauseated. You don't know anything about pregnancy, but you know that there's a list longer than the Shinano river about the things you're supposed to avoid.

Your lips flatten into a line.

"Hey, hey," Semi senses your sudden panic and rushes to reassure you. "It's gonna be fine. We might be worrying for nothing. We're gonna be fine."

The pregnancy test says the results will be final after three minutes, and Semi waits outside the bathroom door with a timer as you wash your hands. You would have thought that the three minutes would have taken a long time to pass, but by the time you finish drying your hands and shuffle back out to the bedroom where your boyfriend is waiting for you wringing his hands, it really takes no time at all before the alarm on his phone to signify the three minutes has elapsed is chiming through the room.

Not pregnant.

The results on the test are clear, and you feel an immediate rush of relief.

"Let me see," Eita says after you read him the result, reaching for the test.

"Eita, I pissed on this," you say with a laugh, keeping it from his reach. You turn the test in your hand so he can see the result, and you watch as his eyes scan the little stick intensely.

"You should take another one," he says almost immediately, surprisingly serious in tone. His eyes flicker up to yours and the corner of his mouth lifts in a weak smile. "Just in case, y'know?"

It takes you almost an hour and a half to get through not one more, but all three remaining tests (at Eita's continued insistence)--because, as it turns out, your body was not meant to urinate on command.

Finally, all four tests return the same result.

You are NOT pregnant.

You flop back onto your bed with an almost hysterical giggle, tossing your arm over your eyes.

"That was so stressful," you say, letting out a long breath.

Eita is very quiet below you.

You open your eyes and push yourself up on your elbows. At the end of the bed, your boyfriend is sitting with one leg pulled up onto the mattress, staring at the four completed tests with an emotion you don't quite understand.

"Hey," you call down to him, and he looks over at you. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he assures you quickly. He laughs a little, shaking his head. "Nothing. I promise. It's just,"--he stares down at the tests again-- "I think I got a bit excited, is all."

Your eyes widen, your heart giving a great, almighty throb in your chest.

"Is that weird?" he asks you, turning to look at you once more, his tone barely above a whisper.

You blink, utterly dumbfounded.

The midday sun outside your bedroom has cleared away the early morning fog now, and it shines brightly on the city outside. Eita is backlit by the glow, eclipsing it.

"No, no of course that's not weird," you finally reply, your throat tight. "But a baby, Eita?"

Semi's head hangs a little bit.

"I mean, we both wanna have them some day right?" He fiddles with a piece of packaging leftover from one of the tests idly. "We're both adults. We've got good jobs. We have our own place, and I know it's not huge or anything but I think it would get us by for a few years. And I love you, so..."

Your stomach clenches, and you push yourself up, crawling down to the bottom of the bed and into Eita's lap at the end of his sheepish explanation. His hands rest at your waist, his fingers dipping under the hem of your hoodie without thinking.

"You wanna have a baby with me?" you repeat a variation of your earlier question, still incredulous but now almost giddy.

Eita's eyes trace your face: your eyes, your nose, your lips.

He nods. "Yeah, I do."

He leans forwards and kisses you sweetly.

His lips still taste like his americano.

His fingertips are calloused from years of guitar playing.

He's warm like the sun.

You pull away, but Eita follows you a bit before he lets your lips part.

"If we have a baby, you have to marry me you know," you tell him firmly.

He laughs, his smile wide and bright. He leans forward, resting this forehead against your shoulder.

"I'd have taken you to the city register's office first thing this morning before we stopped at the pharmacy, if you would've let me." He lifts his face and peeks up at you, his lashes fluttering against his suddenly pink cheeks. "I'd still take you now."

You swallow thickly, watching the way Eita's tongue peeks out to moisten his pink lips. You dip forward until you can feel the heat of his mouth under your own.

"Courthouse can come later," you whisper.

There's something you'd much rather spend the day doing, after all.

[cottonlemonade]

Cleaning Day

synopsis: Semi wants to help you clean your apartment but upon seeing your outfit gets a different idea

warnings: mdni, suggestive

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Semi had to admit that he was lowkey offended when he unlocked the door and was blasted with a song that wasn’t of his group. You had texted him this morning that you were gonna be busy cleaning your apartment today and he had come over to offer his help, since he practically lived there himself.

He found you in the kitchen. As much as he technically had come over to help, he leaned against the door frame and watched you work for a moment, biting his lip at the sight before him. You were on all fours - a sight he could definitely get used to - wiping the floor, singing along to (your favorite group). You wore some criminally short shorts and a shirt of his band, tied to a knot at your waist. Your butt wiggling in tact with the music, he smiled fondly at the tummy chub showing between your shirt and shorts.

You were startled when you got up and turned around, just seeing him stand there with the biggest grin on his face. “What are you doing here?”, you called excitedly over the music and went to turn it down a little.

“I thought I would help.”, he retorted and closed the distance between you two to greet you properly. He really had come here with a clear innocent purpose but seeing you like this… His hands rested on your hips, slowly massaging your exposed skin as he deepened the kiss. He steered you backwards until he could lift you up onto the counter.

“No, baby, stop. I’m all sweaty.”, you chuckled as he kissed down your neck and made you wrap your legs around him, “And I also just cleaned the counters… nngh”

A small moan escaped your lips when his thumb brushed across your breast as if on accident, “Is this really considered helping?”

He cocked his brow with a sweet smile that fooled no one as he untied the knotted shirt in one motion.

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[strwbrryeyes]

𖦹°｡⋆ haikyuu boys as my breakup playlist pt.3

⟡ featuring: hinata, semi, iwaizumi, kenma

⟡ cw: angst, mentions of cheating, heart broken hinata my baby, these also might be longer than the last two whoops. also can you tell i was angry while writing kenma's? ps thank you for 200 followers mwah<3

⟡ an: its that time again (waterparks ((fandom)) edition bc im obsessed)

⟡ part one, part two

⟡ hinata shoyo: never bloom again - waterparks

You and Hinata dated for four years from your first year of high school to your first year of university. Honestly, it could have been a lifelong relationship if it weren’t for Brazil. Hinata told you he was leaving the week after graduation. After telling you, you cried and yelled at him, pounding at his chest while crying ‘how could you do this to me?’ in between sobs but after a while, you had calmed down and you agreed to try a long distance relationship. Hinata visited you whenever he could, holidays, your birthdays, any reason to see you but it wasn’t enough for you. Hinata would always be everything to you but you couldn’t bear the fact that he was so far away, and sure you both called and texted each other but the time difference between Brazil and Japan made it difficult and Hinata could see it in your eyes whenever he visited, whenever you sent him a picture of yourself, whenever you facetimed…you were tired. It got to the point where you would cry yourself to sleep almost every night because you missed him and just wanted to be by his side, so with so much hesitation, you called him one night and told Hinata you couldn’t do this anymore. You needed him, not his texts, not his calls, no matter how much you loved them, you needed him physically there with you. Hinata protested and said that he wold move back to Japan for you but you couldn’t let him do that, you knew how important it was for him to be in Brazil to better his volleyball skills, so he finally gave in and you broke up after a year of long distance. Another year later, Hinata moved back to Japan after two years of being in Brazil, meaning he could see you again, he hoped so at least. Hinata didn’t know what you’ve been up to as you broke off communication with each other after the break up to avoid the pain of being in eachother’s lives. Hinata had his hopes up and was telling Yachi and Yamaguchi his plan to win you back but quickly had them crushed when they told him you had moved to Europe to finish university so you could start a new life. You didn’t want to be in Japan anymore, stuck with all the memories the both of you had made. It was too painful. Now it was Hinata’s turn. He was surrounded by the memories, everything reminded him of you, every now and then he’d see someone from across the street and see your face only for it to not be you, just some stranger. Hinata was never the same, even if he seemed happy and well, he was breaking inside constantly like he would never be truly happy again.

⟡ eita semi: worst - waterparks

You and Semi have been dating since middle school, practically inseparable. you and Semi were both in your 20s now and life has not stopped a single bit. The both of you were currently in the music industry, with Semi and his band being one of the biggest groups rising to stardom in the world and with you being a songwriter. You’ve always been a behind-the-scenes type person so you never really went out to parties or to big events. Semi, however, was a social person…at least on the party scene. It was a chance for him to let loose and not let worries get in his way, and who are you to take that away from him? The trust you and Semi had for eachother was strong, after all, you guys have been dating for years so why wouldn’t you? With this being the case, you never had any doubt about him going on tour without you. You still had other clients to write for so you couldn’t go with him but you never once worried about what he would do. That was until you were hanging out with your friends, Tendou and Ushijima, and they mentioned how Semi seemed different, that he seemed more careless and emotionless. You assured them that there was nothing different about him but when you went home that night you kept thinking about everything and looked back at how life has been since Semi has gained fame…he hadn’t changed. No. He was still the same Semi you fell in love with all those years ago. Sure he had questionable friends that made you uncomfortable, but he wasn’t like them, he always had girls lining up for a chance with him but he never gave them a chance…at least you think so. Regardless, you’re sure everything was fine and plus you were going to surprise him at his show in Tokyo! Any worry that you have will be wiped away when you see him all you had to do was wait. So you did. The day of the Tokyo show finally came up and you were standing at his dressing room doorway with tears in your eyes as you look at the sight in front of you- Semi and some random girl all over each other. Semi knew you were there, but he didn’t even care, all he did was give you a side glance before going back to the other girl. After that, you went home and changed all of the locks, removed all the pictures of him, blocked him on everything, and wrote a song that was sure to ruin his reputation out of anger, but even after all of that, you were still stuck with a giant hole in your heart and you don’t think it could ever be filled.

⟡ iwaizumi hajime: i felt younger when we met - waterparks

It all started four years ago when Iwaizumi moved to California for college. You both had known each other for 2 years prior to graduating and it was pretty obvious to other people that you two had a thing for each other but it wasn’t until after he had moved that either of you said something. Iwaizumi was the first to say he liked you, infact he said he loved you. It didn’t take long for your young and dumb self to transfer to where he was studying. You were both in love and naive so neither of you really thought about this big change in depth. The first two years of your relationship were perfect, you both got good grades, you had moved into a small apartment together, and you were both happy, you really couldn’t ask for more. Even though you and Iwaizumi were living the ideal love life, everyone else in your lives thought you guys rushed into things. The two of you weren’t even that close to begin with, you were just classmates in high school who had kiddie crushes on each other. It really all came down to the honeymoon phase, nothing was ever wrong and you never argued. It wasn’t until your third year of dating that you both realized that your life goals were very different from each other and this of course caused a ripple in your relationship. Wanting to be supportive of each other and your dreams, you set your goals aside for now and planned to come up with a compromise when the time called for it. Things were kind of back to normal until you both started learning more about one another. Bad habits you each had, sense of humor you didn’t share, different views, really whatever you could think of you both would disagree with one another and you were starting to get on eachother’s nerves. Iwaizumi reached the end of his rope quicker than you did. He ended things in the middle of a heated argument of something you can’t even remember because the only thing you were worried about at that moment was him packing up all of his things and walking out that apartment door but at the same time, you didn’t care. You had officially fallen out of love with him even though you never thought you could. Now whenever you think of him, all you could think about was how you uprooted your life for him. You moved across the world and for what? Nothing but anger and disgust filled you whenever you thought of all the moments you shared with him. To think of how different everything could have been if you two had just taken your time and not rushed into the relationship.

⟡ kozume kenma: easy to hate you - waterparks

Honestly, Kenma got on your nerves quite often. It was nothing you weren’t used to though because it was always simple things like him not doing the dishes whenever he was done eating or him spending too much time playing video games. Your annoyance never came from anything serious, just simple relationship stuff. When his streaming career started taking off, you never really bothered him to do anything around your shared house. It was only fair since it generated enough income for you to quit your part time job as a waitress and focus on school more. This doesn’t mean that it still didn’t annoy you that Kenma would seemingly spend more time playing video games than spending time with you whenever you had free time. Sometimes he would invite you onto stream so you two could ‘bond’ but it never felt right, to you it felt like you were more of a prop for his audience, like he would spend time with you only because his fansloved watching the two of you interact. Still, you brushed it off because it was still nice to be able to make him laugh whenever you did something silly in a game or said something funny. It also didn’t hurt that sometimes he would get all lovey dovey on camera making you swoon, even if it did feel fake at times. In the end, you thought it was the best you and Kenma could do considering the circumstances, you being in college and streaming being Kenma’s full time job. Kenma had promised you that once you winter break started, that he would put a hold on streaming so the both of you could spend time together and it excited you so it was only natural that you were pissed off when winter break finally came and Kenma said that he had sponsorships to deal with on stream. He said it isn’t something that could be helped but you snapped back saying that he could have scheduled these sponsored streams during any other time. Kenma didn’t care about what you said and just stayed in his streaming room for most of the two weeks. You started to ease a bit though once he started streaming for shorter amounts of times and spent more time with you during the day. You were finally happy with your relationship after who knows how long but then he decided that you being on a break from school would be the perfect time to do a 48 hour subathon. All you wanted was to spend time with your boyfriend but instead he just used you to gain more viewers. Again. Still, you agreed to do it agreeing that it would be fun but really yo had a plan. Three hours into the stream you said you have an announcement and everyone, including Kenma thought it would be something happy and big, but really, you were about to publicly dump him. After your little speech on how selfish Kenma actually was, you called one of your best friends to come pick you up and told Kenma that you would be back for your stuff the next day. You were finally free from the one-sided relationship you should have left sooner but now Kenma was rethinking all his choices as he scrolls through tweets talking about the breakup stream. At least it made him go viral.

[cherxyx]

He has you pinned beneath him, one hand around your throat and the other one gripping your thigh.

His smile is between sadistic and loving as he pounds into you. To him you’re the definition of perfect, eyes rolled into the back of your head, drool dripping down your mouth, and your chest rising up and down.

You clench around him and he responds by a harsh thrust. He thrusts harder as hears your babbling filled moans of his name and whining wishing for him “to go harder and faster”.

The headboard is banging against the wall hard as his pace picks up. As he continues until there is cracking sound, “fuck” he says looking at the headboard. Your mind registers at what happened. Going to look up at the mess, but he pulls you down towards the end of the bed.

Making sure that you’re ok before pushing is cock back in with a hard thrust. Picking up his fast pace as if nothing happened. Intertwining his hands with yours.

“Fourth one we broke this week sweetheart, I wonder what the furniture store thinks of us”

Daichi Sawamura, Ashi Azumane, Tobio Kageyama, Tetsuro Kuroo, Kentaro Kyotani, Eita Semi, Aran Oijro, UKAI KEISHIN

[azaarchiive]

ᥫ✦azariah’s solar system

notes: hi guys, this is just something for origination and practicality l. i do take suggestions btw! open to anything except noncom, bodily fluids (except for the white one) or anything glorified abuse or anything of the sort. pls submit smth wanna prove im a good writer. proper rules list will be coming soon tho.

Haikyuu

semi eita

• holiday girlfriend - ON HOLD

- you were one of semi’s many flings every time he flew to (country), always waiting for him with open arms. what happens when he comes back to a baby bump? (series)

hinata shoyo

• only the elite

- y/n is stinking rich and shoyo is the complete opposite. what happens when y/n oddly falls for him despite her equally rich friends and boyfriend and introduces him to the fucked up life in hiroo (series)

oikawa tooru

• blackout

- a cute little fluffy one shot about a blackout in your neighbourhood and what you both do to pass that time

MHA

• fanfic bakugou vs real size

- katsuki finds you reading a fanfic about him (one shot)

JJK

gojo satoru

• be mine?

- satoru is never second, so why aren’t you with him right now? (one shot) (valentine’s special)

• countdown

- your new year was welcomed with a kiss from the one and only gojo satoru. womaniser of the east quickly sees the damage it’s caused and starts to generate a little white lie pertaining both of your marital status to try and salvage both (mostly his) reputation. (smau) (series)

TO BE MADE: theres quite a few spoiler alert

unlikely paring; atsumu miya

• “being blamed for a school fire and going from the it girl to an arson freak is not ideal. the school luckily scavengers its losses and it rebuilt but something seems different, especially after a dead body is found. now you have to team up with the only guy that knows you’re innocent despite him being your biggest victim since middle school: atsumu miya.”

soo, what do we think? :3. y/n is a massive bully but changes her ways for the better fr, atsumu, suna and osumu are stem nerds. series

gangsta paradise; oikawa tooru

• “you’re a sweetheart who moved into a ruthless and dangerous area and you just wanted to make friends, who knew that ‘friend’ would turn out to be a gang member? it’s not like you did.”

gangsta oikawa (lol), sweetheart y/n. series

back to me; suna rintaro

• “you and suna had just broke up, after three long years it was over, at least you thought it was. what, you thought suna was gonna let you go that easily?”

i mean i wouldn’t call him toxic but i guess that depends on what you think. this is truly just a funny little fic about him trying to get you back. series

write it in your blog; bakugou katsuki

• “you are the most successful journalist in the whole of japan! and you’re only 22, however your whole blog is based on your hatred in the hero society, especially bakugou katsuki. which only grows when you post about a highly confidential case which you have hot evidence about and he turns up at your house.”

heheh reader is rich in this but bakugou is even richer. series

on his birthday; todoroki shoto

• “in which you died on his birthday and he’s learning how to cope with it”

idk whether i should make it into a proper series or just a long ass fic

i hate this place; kiyoomi sakusa

• “your friend group is toxic as fuck yet you find solace in someone who arguable better than the rest.”

don’t know whether to make the friend group ocs or haikyuu boys. long ahh one shot

before it happens; osamu miya

• “osamu sadly took his own life, yet you have a chance to save him by going back in time and stopping him. through that, you fall back in love with him despite dating his best friend rintarou.”

meh idk i’m not exactly feeling it but maybe when i start writing it ill like it more. might be a long ahh series.

FACE2FACE; akaashi keiji smau

• “you and akaashi have been texting for a couple weeks now, yet have never seen each others faces. when the training camp roles in you have no choice to face him… but instead you don’t and pretend your a whole different girl.”

black reader, ideally has the boho, earthy aesthetic and believes in tarot readings/astrology! (sorry to anyone that doesn’t believe in them :(( ) series.

tell ur boyfriend; gojo satoru

• “satoru and y/n have a one night stand and he can’t get his mind off of her, satoru just had to have her. not like that would be a struggle- he gets whatever he wants- who cares about her boyfriend! who happens to be toji fushiguro… as well as his child’s biological father..”

no-curses au, collage au, spoilt gojo fr, he takes care of megumi who is around 7

ever after high x jjk

• it’s literally just that, royals and rebels with curses in the mix

rebel(lol)!reader x itadori

• series of their dynamic, how the got together and what their relationship means to them.

y/n is like that one kid that just never does the school work, is always in trouble and is always late

detective!gojo x lawyer reader

• murder mystery series with love in the mix heheh

i am not creative enough to make my own cases so i will be ripping off of mr monk (if you know, you know)

[revasserium]

sunday morning, raining is falling

steal some covers, share some skin; he rolls over, pulls you into his chest, grumbles with his gravely voice against the back of your neck, the press of his fingers as he pulls you back against him, his words murmured into your hair, saying "mm... it's too early" and "please... don't go..." and "ah... the sun's not even up yet..." and "stay with me... you won't regret it if you do." and you can't help the way you sink into his touch, his promise, the way he kisses you slow. the way he curls his fingers into your hair and maps the way your loves and pleasures glow -- all against the ridges of his smile and he wants to prove to you that no one else can make you feel like this but him --

"ahh -- don't squirm like that -- i won't be able to help myself --"

you hiccup at the drag of his lips, at the knowing sweet of his kiss.

"kiss me," you say, against the sunday-morning sunrise.

"tell me," he says, pulling you lose, pulling you beneath him and caging you in, "did you have good dreams?" and then, "did you dream of me?"

only for you to smile at him from above the crinkled and too-creased covers that, "yes -- i dreamt of only you," and "heh... did you dream of me too?"

OIKAWA, akaashi, bokuto, ATSUMU, kuroo, hinata, sugawara, sakusa, KITA, semi

[devilstruly]

WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO KNOW

pairing - your fav x gn. reader

'Good morning honey ~'

'Nope.'

'Damnit. I thought I was close.'

'Really? With honey?'

'It's cute!'

You giggled while the two of you walked the familiar path to your school. Ever since last week, when someone from the team mentioned pet names and you refused to give your input, he has made it his mission to guess the top three things you liked being called. And so every morning he would call you a different one and wait for your reaction. So far he's figured out numbers 2 and 3, but he just can't seem to get the first one. He's very passionate about it and you think it's adorable.

[semifilms]

“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.”

©semifilms do not copy, repost or translate my works

[astrialuvs]

"Harmonious Encounter"

➻ SYNOPSIS : You and Semi discovered the unexpected harmony that could be created when two different worlds intersected in that quiet moment, amidst the lingering echoes of the guitar's newfound tune.

➻ PAIRING : semi eita x musician!reader

➻ GENRE : highschool setting, can be seen as platonic or mutual pining relationship

➻ CONTENT WARNING : female implied reader, possible grammatical errors ahead

➻ WORD COUNT : 591 words

a/n: eyyyo!~

On a warm morning, the sunlight filters through the curtains into the classroom as the president distributes the notebooks back into their respective owners. Among the exchanges of notebook, your notebook and Semi's notebook were accidentally swapped. The notes of an academic subject now rested in the hands of a musician, and a musician's world found its way into the possession of a volleyball player.

Semi was the first to notice the mismatched notebooks. Rather than waiting until the end of the day, he decided to use their volleyball break to return the notebook to you. He excused himself from the court and made his way to the music clubroom, nodding to his teammates.

As he walked in, he noticed you sitting on a stool, cradling a guitar in your lap. A dissonance of out-a-tune sounds emitted from the strings, indicating that your a beginner, and attempts to master the instrument. Your fingers fumbled over the frets, leaving smears of red where the strings had bitten into your skin.

Semi announced his presence by gently knocking on the doorframe. You abruptly jumping into your seat, with ears flushed with surprise and embarrassment at being caught in such a vulnerable position.

"Um, hi," you stammered, hastily setting the guitar aside and wiping your fingers onto your skirt.

Semi gave you a reassuring smile as he reached out the notebook. "I think our notebooks got swapped during class."

Your eyes peered down on the object in front of you, your eyes widening in realization. You accepted your notebook with a grateful smile, your fingers brushing against his in the exchange.

"Thank you so much," you said softly as you went to your bag to give his notebook back.

Semi's gaze wandered to the guitar lying on the guitar stand. "Do you play?" 

You peered over your shoulder at the question, your expression shifted from gratitude to a sheepish admission. "Well, I'm trying to learn. But I'm not very good at it yet."

Semi picked up the guitar, his fingers deftly tuning the strings. "Mind if I give you a few tips?"

You blinked in surprise. "You know how to play the guitar?"

He chuckled. "A bit. My sister taught me."

Semi sat down on one of the available seats beside yours and helped you position your fingers on the frets correctly. He showed how to pluck the strings, his fingers moving with grace and fluidity. You looked at his hands with a mixture of fascination and embarrassment, your fingers attempting to mimic the movements.

The notes from the guitar transformed from a discordant jumble to a tentative melody under his direction. Your fingers grew more secure, and the strings no longer left marks on your fingertips. Your fingers felt at ease than before and grew comfortable on the instrument.

"You're a natural at this," Semi remarked with a smile.

Your ears flushed with a mix of pleasure and surprise. "Thanks to your help."

An unspoken connection formed between the two of you as your fingers brushed against each other while adjusting the strings. Their brief meeting turned into an unexpected bond, fostered by your mutual love of music.

You admitted before Semi leaves, "I actually play the piano."

Semi smiled. "Maybe one day, we can jam together. Guitar and piano."

The thought made your heart skip a beat. "I'd like that."

A smile crept onto your lips as memories of melodies enveloped you, weaving their emotive melody through the fabric of your soul, accompanied by a comforting twinge of feeling in your stomach.

[tender-rosiey]

Can i req semi, oikawa and daichi receiving a bouquet of flowers as an apology from their s/o after a fight

“LILY OF THE VALLEY”

— oikawa, daichi and semi getting you apology flowers

ᴀ/ɴ: I want a bouquet of flowers :(

OIKAWA TOORU:

“I just want you to see things from my perspective; is that too hard?!” you scream out for like millionth time today, and your throat already feels very hoarse.

oikawa wasn’t backing down either, “I am a professional player, y/n; if I slack for one moment then I would be switched out the next!”

you take a deep breath, maybe this was being blown way too out of proportion, “tooru, you are their starting setter.”

“THAT DOESN’T MEAN THAT I CAN’T GET SWITCHED!” he counters.

you slam the table, fed up, “IT ALSO DOESN’T MEAN THAT YOU CAN FORGET ABOUT EVERYTHING ELSE AROUND YOU!”

your chests are both heaving. the room is suffocating, and you can’t stand being in it for even another moment.

you stride to your coat and oikawa is alarmed, “y-y/n, wh-what are you…?” his eyes follow your every movement and he desperately reaches for your wrist but you pull away.

“I am going out.”

that’s the last thing you say before you slam the front door, and oikawa’s knees buckle to the ground as he lets out a sob, what if this was the end? what if you are not coming back?

he shakily stands up, looking around him. the apartment feels so empty, quiet and his heart aches.

the silence is killing him.

his eyes land on the table where the both of you would usually dine, the room would be full of laughter and teasing, to him that was the highlight of his day, being able to see you smile and laugh and now he has driven you away.

but still, maybe you will come back? with that possibility in mind, he decides to do better.

an hour has passed and you finally open the door; you went on a much needed walk to clear your mind. perhaps you can talk things out in a calmer manner now.

you don’t expect the sight you are met with: a fancy looking dinner, dimly lit room with candles, your favorite dessert, and your husband clutching a bouquet of flowers and looking very tense as he examines it.

however, he smiles, a genuine one when he sees your figure, “welcome home, I…” he looks at the ground before offering the bouquet in his hand, “I am so sorry for everything I said.”

you take the bouquet, gently stroking the petals and the light fidgeting of oikawa’s fingers doesn’t go unnoticed. you put the bouquet to the side and he panics, “do you not like it?”

you don’t reply, instead you separate his hands and hold them in your own, “tooru, when I speak about things like this, it’s because I care about you. sometimes, we do things assuming that they will help us develop,” you take a breath, “but they end up doing the opposite and you have seen me go down that road and its dead end, didn’t you?”

he nods weakly, and tears start falling from his eyes when your hand touches his cheek, stroking it as you continue talking, “self-destruction is horrible, tooru; it isn’t something I want you to go through because I love you.”

“I love you more,” he chokes out, “ and I am sorry,” he rests his hand on top of yours, “I really am, and I swear to you that I will do better.”

“they better not be just words,” you sigh and he looks at you.

“you know that I don’t break my promises.”

you smile helplessly, “yeah, I prepared some milkbread,” you have never seen someone’s eyes light up as quickly.

SEMI EITA:

“y/n, for the last time, I am just asking you to be a little responsible and think a bit before you act, is that too much?”

you cross your arms, “you make it sound like I am a reckless troublemaker, eita,” huffing, you turn around, “well not everyone can play the same tune as yourself.”

he stands up abruptly from his seat, “I can’t be the only one who makes compromises!”

“are you disregarding everything I have done for you?!” you shout, shocked and annoyed.

he scowls, “don’t go pinning this on me.”

“well don’t overlook my efforts!” you retort.

“I CAN’T OVERLOOK SOMETHING THAT DOESN’T EXIST!”

realization dawns on him as he sees the tears prickling in your eyes; he looks down, biting his lip before excusing himself, with that, he leaves out of the front door.

you cover your mouth, a feeble attempt to hold back your cries. you are tired, so tired and despite the storm of emotions going inside of you right now, you want to sleep.

even if it has been proven impossible without your husband by your side.

you close your eyes once you get to bed, the only thing on your mind is if your husband will come back to you or will this loneliness be your companion in his stead.

the moment your eyes flutter open again is when you hear the creaking of the door. you rise from the bed, softly calling his name, “…eita?”

your vision finally focuses and you see your husband holding a bouquet of flowers, a look of guilt painted on his features.

he walks to you, half-kneeling on the ground as he presents the bouquet with his face to the ground, “I am sorry…so sorry.”

you take the bouquet from his hand, setting it aside and instead lifting his chin, “no need to be so stiff,” you make him stand up and straighten his back, “I am your spouse.”

“plus!” you continue as his gaze is fixated on you once again, “I made my own short comings as well so I should also be saying sorry.”

his hand is raised by your own as you place a soft kiss on the back of it, “I am sorry, eita.”

the man in front of you turns a bright shade of red, seemingly unable to form a response so quickly he gives you his back, “yeah yeah.”

“did I make you mad?” you ask cautiously but he knows that you are going to tease him and you do, “semi semi! are you mad?”

he sighs with a smile as you keep repeating the nickname. after all the years you have spent together, it would be shameful of him not to know you and your antics.

SAWAMURA DAICHI:

the fight has been going on for a while and the both of you were visibly tired, so your husband sighs, “let’s just go to bed.”

“but—“

“it’s better if we talk it out tomorrow; we are clearly not reaching a solution at the moment,” he retreats to the bedroom but halts at the door, “are you coming or…?”

you huff, turning your face away from him and he quietly enters the room. he closes his eyes in relief when he feels the bed dip, at least you are still beside him.

the next morning you wake up, your husband is not beside you.

the bed was empty per usual.

you didn’t have the luxury to relish the morning with your strong officer of a husband. it was one of the things that sparked the fight of yesterday, hence why you think that your concerns will be dismissed as his schedule isn’t something he can exactly control.

you hope that he would at least try, try to spend time with you. you are thankful for how understanding he is and how he tries to reason but if the problem didn’t arise then he wouldn’t have had to put with anything of that sort.

you, dejectedly, open the door to your living room and see a card with a breakfast waiting to be heated on the table.

curiously, you take it in your hand and start reading.

sorry for yesterday, gorgeous. I made you breakfast today, hopefully what sugawara taught me will come in handy. I know you are probably still mad about yesterday, don’t worry; we will talk about it again today.

i love you so much, don’t forget it

sincerely, your husband, daichi

despite your heavy heart, a small smile appears, and you hope that when he comes back, a proper discussion with actually effective results will happen.

for some reason, today, he returns earlier than usual but doesn’t open the door, instead opting to ring the doorbell.

you take off your gloves and get out of the kitchen, heading to the door. you slowly open it and you are met with your husband whose cheeks are painted a soft red hue with a sheepish smile gracing his lips.

“hey,” he greets before taking off his hat and bowing to you, “officer daichi, reporting for duty.”

a bouquet is revealed from his back as he hands it to you, “I heard you had a flower delivery; I hope you like…it?”

you gaze at the bouquet in your hand in silence which makes your husband slowly start fidgeting with his fingers, “honey…?”

“thank you…” you mumble and he combs his hair back, laughing lightly.

“it’s nothing really; it’s the least I can do,” he pauses for a moment, “can I go in?”

“oh my god right!” you step aside and he laughs again as he enters and takes his shoes off.

a smile is still on his face as he moves towards you and his hands rest on your hips, “I am home.”

you hum, wrapping you arms around his neck, “we still need to talk that over though,” and he simply nods, happy to be in your arms once again.

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