#yell at me to answer those unanswered questions when i get home pls

[resilientreader]

all the aesthetic asks if u haven’t been asked already?? ✨

y u p yup u got it dude

flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself? uhhh prob today i guess, i was humming along to a song during class

fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know? who is a true friend?

daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life? writing actual full stories

1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise? going to disney w my family when i was young and having the time of my life

matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? yes. i’d leave all online communities and only stick around to like, discord or just give some online friends my number so we can message each other, and i’d like. try to get closer to my family

black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things? sort of not really, but i do hope to write a book and visit a couple major cities and a couple other countries in my life, i guess

pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail. gonna do in a doc or somethin

moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood? eh

stars: when did you last cry in front of another person? like, 2 years ago

plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them? no, wouldnt wanna put that weight on someone n i gotta click with someone first

lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you? alex, friend. this was like the other day actually

handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes? gorgeous

sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally. will do in a doc so this post doesnt get too long

oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far? fifty shades of what NOT to do in life

overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars? save some of it, donate some of it, use some it to take trips to friends’ places, stuff like that

combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way? i guess so, yeah, and no not really. it takes me a long time to actually get upset w ppl bc of this so i like??? nasty ppl????? get in my life?? n it just takes me a while to kick them out again

winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ill do this in a doc

pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel? i like both but uhhh,,,,,,,pastel,,,,,i guess???

tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain. good nice, let the people do what they want to their bodies without judgment

piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not? no it makes me uncomfy and tbh i feel like if i resort to wearing makeup casually it would make me feel like i need makeup to look “good” so i avoid it

bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way. will ALSO do in doc so this wont get too long

messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them. being right shouldn’t be a priority and compassion is the only thing you truly need.

cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel. i,,havent been to a concert yet actually lmao, just never had the chance

grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised? not rlly, i do a lot of my work in bed and my bed def isnt organized

white bed sheets: what is your night time routine? stay up and work on ideas/projects and/or talk to friends until im teetering on the edge of collapsing from exhaustion

old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know? hi im gay

beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why? dye it extra my hair color xdd but uhhh i’d get it p short and i guess???? dye it with whatever?????? idrk honestly

eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do? alex, u, my sister, sar, and uhhhhhhhhhh an irl friend. we could go on a Road Trip across america or somethin

11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them. will do in a doc. all of these questions are asking for LONG answers and im bein ruSHEd outta the house so i gotta do these in a SEC

painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up. i havent MADE a costume before but i remember one time when i was rlly young i BEGGED my parents to let me get a scooby doo costume but lmAO i only was able to get it the next yr

lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars? kill a friend lmao

storms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why? one person for the rest of my life. didnt say jackshit abt not MESSAGING other people in my life. and uhhhhh i guess i would choose???? my sister or you????????? since yall are the least problematic and most lovable ppl i kno ok

love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realise you’re in love. a slow realization that, when it happens, leaves ur head spinning for days as u try to figure out what the FUCK feelings are anyways

clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair? im totally down, yeah

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone? hot chocolate and my sister

marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now? my friends

#asks #resilientspeaker #blessedtree #yell at me to answer those unanswered questions when i get home pls #if u dont mind me asking #bc i waNNA answer some im just being ruSHED

[quirklessidiot]

Title: early rendezvous  Pairing: gn!reader x Musician!Semi Eita [aged up characters] Genre: drama and angst

Synopsis: high off his mind, he wants you again and again.  [this request of miya atsumu/any haikyuu character  + angst + song rec]

Warnings: drug abuse, mild sexual content, alcohol, smoking, mentions of toxic fuck buddies, and language

Notes:  this was originally supposed to be an atsumu fanfic but well,, tbh he didn’t match it so it came down to yuuji and eita and well... eita won hakhak musician!semi eita has my soul... hope you enjoy another angst-ish fic. based on the song why’d you only call me when you’re high by the arctic monkeys.

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Semi Eita never expected fame when he started out in the industry.

Yet when his band started to boom, sell out, and even top music charts. He couldn’t get enough of it all, the performances, the sound of people chanting his name, the women who’d crawl in and out of his bed.

It was so exhilarating.

Here he was again, at a party, completely high above his head after performing at another sold-out arena in front of hundreds of fans. 

The man had a very unhealthy addiction with heroin and coke, after his first whiff, he couldn’t stop anymore. On performances, this had been his little lucky charm, a key to a very successful concert was a very high Semi Eita. His bandmates would scold him of course, calling him an addict but he denies it.

He proclaims he could stop when he wants to.

But he doesn’t want to.

It’s three am, they’re on their way back to their apartments yet he fishes out his phone and skims through his contacts,“Hey Eita!” one of his bandmates calls out yet he waves him off and tells him that he’s off to see a friend.

Eita squinted at the brightness of his phone, still high from the ecstasy and drunk off the alcohol. His manager would be pissed at him if they ever found out he was doing this on a deserted side of the street but he doesn’t care, really.

His thoughts come to a stop when he sees your name sprawled there.

It feels like years when in fact it had only been a few months since he last saw you, the last image of you crying in complete anger ingrained in his memory.

He’s at lost when he thinks of you to be honest, he misses you but at the same time, he questions himself, why would he?

It was purely sex and lust.

It was never anything more than that.

The singer’s fingers hover over your name, it wouldn’t hurt to call, right? Check up on you, see how you were doing, I mean, you guys were kind of friends after all...

He sucks in a deep breath as he hears a dial tone, you should answer.

You always answered.

It’s three am, you always answered.

Yet the line just keeps beeping, no answer backs, Eita grips on his phone tighter as he feels a bullet of sweat flows down his forehead, why weren’t you picking up? Was it really over? Couldn’t he call you anymore? 

“Pick up the phone, pick up the phone…” he mutters to himself, he wanted to feel you, wanted to feel your heat, wanted to taste you, he wanted to be all over you. You were like a drug to him that he couldn’t stop taking.

When he realizes that you’re not even answering, he switches to his text app and starts messaging you.

To: Y/N L/N Time: 3:06, Saturday Hey, r u awake?

Eita takes another deep breath as he starts walking, a destination in mind. His head’s still woozy, his footsteps are sloppy, his vision still quite hazy to the point where he could see double. 

“What the fuck-”

Eita looks up and his eyes widen, why were you here with this guy? Why were you holding hands with him?

“Yo man, what the fuck are ya looking at?” the stranger bellows and Eita shakes his head. You weren’t there. It was just the tough guy standing alone, he clenches his fist and mutters a low apology as he starts walking away, ignoring the yells of the stranger behind him.

Fuck.

He opens his phone again and starts texting you;

To: Y/N L/N Time: 3:10, Saturday Y/N, I’m srry.

To: Y/N L/N Time: 3:11, Saturday Pls pck up. I prmize lll be good

Eita continues to walk down the street, flashes and images of you appearing wherever he looked as he tried to sniff the air, was that you in the alleyway?

Oh god, why was the guy feeling you up and why did you look like you were enjoying it? He almost wants to gag at the scene, that wasn’t the Y/N he knew, the sweet angel-

“Hey man, you alright there?” the man calls out, snapping him out of his trance.

You weren’t there.again.

Eita clenches his fists as he starts sweating more.

“Wait aren’t you that singer? What-”

Eita turns the other way and runs, runs until he can’t hear the stranger. You were everywhere, it seemed like he couldn’t get rid of you, with the women he slept with after, with the strangers and faces he saw.

It was all you.

To: Y/N L/N Time: 3:20, Saturday Y/N, pls pck up.

Eita wants to scream out in pure frustration, he wants your warmth, your mouth, your everything on him. He wants to feel you and penetrate you, he wants you all.

He looks up the neon sign that read, “I can’t do this anymore, its not healthy.”

The singer narrows his eyes, weren’t those the words you said to him the last time you saw each other?  He rubs his eyes once again and the sign turns blurry, he looks away and towards the window to find you standing there naked while the man inside the butcher shop is penetrating you from behind.

Eita feels himself choked up.

He slowly raises his hand, wanting to touch you but when he blinks, you're gone and the butcher just yawns behind the glass window.

You weren’t there. again.

He shakily runs his hands through his dry hair as he mutters your name, seemingly getting distressed as he sends you another text.

To: Y/N L/N Time: 3:30, Saturday Im near. Opn the door for me pls.

He arrives at the rows of houses, clearly tired and disheveled. This is in complete contrast with his appearance that he proudly waved around the media. 

Fuck it.

Fuck them all.

All he wants is your warmth.

Going up to one of the houses, he knocks and when you don’t respond. He knocks again and again, even going so far as calling your number that is, as usual, unanswered.

Eita doesn’t notice that he’s at the wrong house though and that this was your neighbors.

Meanwhile, in your home, you’re next to your boyfriend and snuggling to him to keep you warm as you binge watch a tv show, “Hey baby, your phone keeps pinging, who could it be?” he asks, his attention shifting from the tv to your phone.

You took a quick glance and see the familiar name of ‘some singer’ listed.

15 missed calls. 10 unanswered texts.

“No one important.” You simply replied, ignoring it and proceeding to block the number that you should’ve blocked right after you left him.

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