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blucassiopeia · 1 year

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Liar

"A prelude spin-off for an upcoming fic"

warnings: afab!reader, angst, comfort, hot violent semi, singer!reader

A Semi Eita x reader one shot or maybe not one shot

a/n: nervous about my first one shot.. criticisms will be accepted. it'll make me improve my works.

Semi groaned at the start of his day, smashing his eagle-designed alarm clock at his night table. He thought it was stupid for his highschool volleyball teammates to have a matching alarm clock that's so annoyingly loud every morning. He glared at it as he made his way to his bath.

It's a start of an another stressful dayーmorphed to a normal one because of the repetitive occurences. Brief sched meetings, interviews, band practices, photoshoots, recordings and repeat. But not on weekends though. On weekends, he can say that he can breathe even though he's basked in his popularity and non-existent privacy.

There's no remorse with this kind of life whatsoever. It's his way to cope up, to keep him busy, to drive himself away from his thoughts of her. A woman that's not you.

You saw her for the first time when Semi's management had to contact you for a very special event you're going to perform with him. You thought it was a recording or a mini event on malls, anything was on mind but a wedding.

"A wedding?"

You remembered how he stared at you with tired eyes, drumming his pen on the table in front of his slouching figure. He hummed a minute after and closed his eyes, massaged his temples and brows.

"Look, I really need to perform a song. I need it to be perfect. And I need a counterpart, and a co-singer for the... event." He made the last word sound so bitter in his tongue.

Semi is known is the music industry for his talentsーthough he has a band second to being also a singer-songwriter, and he has you for a fan. It's a secret you swear to God no one shall know because you're kinda shy and awestruck right now. He's also known as a friendly and approachable one in front of the cams, but so cold and distant off-cam. Workaholic.

"But why me?"

"The management picked you. Ask them. So..? Will you or will you not?"

You scowled at his tone. He shall ask you nicely. But, offers like this wouldn't come by often and it'll be a boost in your career if you'll do it with Semi, so the next day,¹ you started practicing with him in his studio.

Semi's songs are often emotional, and if you knew better, he's addressing it to someone special. But you never imagined him and his eyes glazing over at this particular song you've been practicing now for two days.

"I'm sorry. Can we have a break?"

His voice close to hitching, he's gulping so hard and can't seem to focus his eyes. He exited his studio and went somewhere else inside this condo of his, and you were met with silence. You sighed and looked around.

Pictures were scattered in his corkboard, you were drawn onto it. Volleyball. His teammates. Training camps. College. Trips. A golden-haired girl. More of it. More of her.

Slices of Semi's life in front of you. What a pleasure to be here.

You continued the practices with him steeling his resolve to finish the songs without having to take breaks in between. The wedding is nearing and he had prepared everything for you. All you have left to do is to be with him, stay by his side throughout the length of the event and sing with him.

You have seen pro-volleyball players in the venue, and a lot more familiar faces from his friends. The newly-wedded couple was gorgeous and loving, until you realized that the girl in Semi's pictures were the same as the one in front of you.

"Semi-saaan! Is she your date?" Her eyes full of amazement and excitement dunned over Semi that's having a hand on your waist, you felt it froze and gripped.

"Hm. Isn't that obvious? I can't attend some event like this without a date." Liar.

"Oi! Semi! Invite me in your wedding too, okay?" The groom spoke in between his conversation with the other men in his side.

"Of course!" That smile he flashes are fake. Liar.

The first dance of the wedded couple is on and this is the time where you and Semi had to the work you've been practicing on. The rhythm starts and throughout those songs, all you see is a heartbroken Semi in front of his mic, gazing at the bride. It's showinv in his voice that you had to hold his hand to get his attention. He tried to give you eye contact but it's unsuccessful. His gazes always flying back to where his heart is.

"Tsukishima Ran, am I going to call you now with his surname? You're still ugly." Laughs were all over the venue when he said that, few hoots and cheers on their high school friends.

"I just wanna say one thing coz I don't wanna make this long. Man, I know you'll make her happy so I'm just gonna ask you not to leave her. Cherish her more each passing day. It'll be easy for you, it's in your vows. And please, let me hang out with your kids in the future, I'm gonna teach them how to be like me. Bestest wishes to the both of you and more poops in the future." Laughs erupted again as Semi passed the mic on the emcee.

The rest of the night were worse, you watching Semi that's watching the bride from afar. You had to say something. "Why didn't you?"

"It's not in the agreement to talk about my life, Y/n." You shivered at his cold tone and never dared to speak again till the end of the event.

And it was the last time you had sang with Semi, or even talked with him. Whenever you find yourselves in the same room, he avoids you with all his might.

You had listened to his every song you have 3 favorites now, you picked his interest in volleyball, even watched league matches live, and swinging by his condo, just to be shut out by him. You were worried for him. You knew he needs someone to talk to, someone to share his problems and dilemmas with. You. He needs you.

You're in love with the broken Semi Eita.

And he's oblivious to that fact. He walked out of his condo just to find another goodies placed in his doorway inside a basket. He huffs and brought it inside with the others and started his routine again. He has to keep moving to be preoccupied. He has to be so tired that when he comes home later that night, he'll just plop to his bed and straight to sleep, not having space for unnecessary thoughts.

It was already a year and the woman he love already gave birth to twins. She's still as beautiful as the day he met her, still as radiant and adorable. He wanted to visit her and her kids, but he has to be kind to himself and heal first before showing up.

Like that'll help, he thought.

Whenever he sees you in his space, whenever, he'll be reminded of that day he gave up taking chances on the love of his life. Whenever he sees you, he's smacked by the fact that he'll never move on from her. Whenever he sees you, he'll feel how broken he is. You bring him pain, and he's avoiding you because of that.

"Leave me alone. I don't need to see you every fucking time. I don't want to see you after this. Please. Get away from me." He said one time when he found you again in his door, bringing your usual goodies.

"Liar."

That word sent a sharp pain to Semi as he stared at you, jaw dropped.

"You have been lying to yourself since that wedding, Semi Eita. When will you stop?"

He can't comprehend your words, faltered by his shock and disbelief, and anger arising. He felt his blood boil and dragged you inside and closed the door. You saw how his condo changed from the last time you've been here. Your eyes stopped wondering at the punch he gave to the door behind you.

"Who do you think you are to say those words to me? What do you know about me? You know nothing. Stop pestering me and get the hell out of my life!"

"Liar." Why did you drag me in, then? You wanted to say that. But not now that his eyes were blazing, but you can't back down. There's still that something in him that magnetizes you, something..

"Stop calling me a liar! You don't know what I've been through so stop calling me that!"

"Stop lying, then!" You snapped back at him. Both of you were breathing heavy, his breath fanning in your face.

The tension was stagnant for a while, you're not daring to back down from his hateful glares. He was growling, you're sure if you're not a girl you would be across his genkan by now because of his anger.

That was just cut off by his phone ringing. He slammed the door once and went straight to his living room to talk to the caller. That was your chance to breathe. Fuck, he was so close.

"Ran?" He paused and shuts his eyes close, throat bobbing. "Yea, I almost forgot, it's Saturday. I'm sorry. Gonna be there in 15." His voice was hoarse when he spoke. "Hm, I'm okay. Yes.ーyes."

Then he dropped the call and went straight to youーno, to the door behind you to open it, ignoring your presence. You don't wanna be locked out alone in his condo so you immediately slithered your way out before he closes the door. He groaned and left you, yet you followed him.

You know you'll follow him anywhere.

He was so fucked out when you followed him even to Ran's house. The moment you stepped out of your own carーto which was not your plan because you planned on riding his car forcefullyーhe managed to get a hold of your elbow and gripped it tight sending you shots of pain you whimpered.

"I told you to stay away from me, Y/n! Why did you follow me all the way here!?"

"You'll be putting yourself in danger."

He blinked once and you felt his grip loosened for a second. There was a swift wave of falter on his raged expression.

"For the last time, PLEASE stay away from me! Stop following me around! I don't want you near me! PLEASE!"

"Not a chance, Semi. If you can't fix yourself, then I will do it myself. You're not getting rid of me coz I'm not gonna give up until you take that fucking mask off your face!"

That day you stormed inside a house uninvited, Semi knew it was impossible to push you away. That day when you talked with Ran that you'll be with him babysitting her kids, Semi regretted he dragged you to his world. That day you squealed upon gazing at the twins, he knew he was doomed. That day when he saw you carrying one of the twins he's supposed to be babysitting, for a brief second, he wanted to be true to himself. Not to Ran, but to you.

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toru-oikawas-milkbread · 2 years

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The Haikyuu Characters Text you “I Can’t Sleep” | Pt.4

Pairing: Haikyuu boys x f!reader

Notes: Here we go. It’s time for part 4! I was honestly going to post last night, but I saw that this chapter hadn’t been edited nor had the tags been done and chose sleep. So here we are today! I hope that you guys enjoy this chapter! This series has been a lot of fun to do.

In this chapter, the characters include: Semi, Tendō, Kawanishi, Goshiki, Shirabu, Ushijima, Kuroo, Kenma, Yaku, and Lev!

If you want to check out my masterlist for the texting series posts as I make them, you can follow {this link} to the page!

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portfolio-of-dreams · 2 years

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your unfinished business. | Semi Eita x gn! reader

warnings: childhood friends → strangers → lovers

w/c: 3.8k

a/n: this is my submission for @woahsamu’s “it’s always been you” collab! this is also my first haikyuu! piece so a billion thank you’s to my beta readers and helpers. @shinigamiplayroom @kazububs @mrskenmakozume @arlertslove 🫶

Another warm summer had come and gone, as quickly as the days changed. A new school year with different kids and Semi had just moved into a new house with new neighbors. He wasn’t sure if he would fit in or how to even make friends. Maybe he could survive the first grade by himself, he thought. Until his parents took him next door to say hello to the neighbors with a fresh baked pie. Apple and cinnamon spice seeped through the golden, flaky crust, perfectly thumb-printed along the edges of the pie dish. A soft chime of the doorbell sounded into the otherwise calm atmosphere when two adults opened the door to say hello. And there you were. Small bare feet padding along the tiled floor as you flew a toy plane at arm's length, your lips vibrating in engine-like sounds. That was the first day he met you, and the two of you were inseparable from then on.

The first day of school came faster than he wanted. The two of you sat in the breakfast nook of your kitchen. Cold glasses of milk left condensation rings on the round table. Crumbs from the toast you ate littered the floor around the white folding chairs. Ziploc bags of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were squashed under the room temperature water bottles in your school book bags. Time ticked on and you ran, hand in hand, to the street corner towards the transportation stop. The humid August weather was in full effect as you rode the bus to school- you and your best friend, Semi Eita. The most important person in your life.

“Hey, y/n?” - Semi looked at you with hopeful eyes- “Do you think we'll always be friends?”

“Of course, Sem-Sem! Even when we're old and have to do adult things, like taxes.” You grinned at him, showing off the empty spaces left behind by the two front teeth you had recently lost.

You scooted closer to him on the tattered bus bench seat and held out your right pinky finger. “I promise. You gotta hold my pinky with your pinky now. That means a forever promise.”

Semi looked down at your small fingers and then back at your smiling face. It held a glint of childhood seriousness and curiosity. Your eyes softly sparkled in the ray of sunshine that beamed through the half opened window. He gave you a small, sweet smile- just enough to curve the bow in his lips and took your pinky into his. You stayed there for a while, holding small fingers until the bus jolted to a stop, sending you both face first into the back of the seat in front of you. You giggled as you got off at the stop to your school. Walking in close enough proximity that you could smell the grape jelly still emanating through his warm breaths.

He sat with you on the old broken wooden bench outside by the playground at lunch time in grade school, stood up to the kids who teased you and made you feel less than you were and always split his cookie with you (except when he had oatmeal raisin because he knew you didn’t like them). You grew up together, you never imagined a moment without him or what your life would be like if you’d never met him. He was always there- next to you like your shadow when the sun hit the highest point in the sky. But Semi stood out more than you, like he was the color of the petals on a newly sprouted flower and you were just the ordinary green stem. He was smart, funny, cute and was always involved in something.

Through the years, he continued to be your only one. Grade school became fond memories into middle school, and middle school problems became the jokes of high school. Then, he joined the volleyball team. He got busier and busier as the months went by. Practices, games, traveling to matches. The two of you started to grow apart- he stopped coming by, stopped walking you home, eventually, stopped returning your phone calls and text messages.

It hurt. To lose the person you thought you’d always have. You decided you needed a fresh start- you couldn’t just be seen as ‘Semi’s shadow’ anymore. You reinvented yourself through the time apart. Switching high schools, going by a different nickname, changing your wardrobe, and becoming more involved in school activities. You graduated top of your class: valedictorian, and class president. You started the club for sustainability, which ended up having a pretty large following. You were a part of school humanitarian efforts, and competed in scholastic events. The only person you thought about during your graduation speech was your childhood friend, and even thanked him, though you couldn't bare the pain of saying his name. You got scholarships and were accepted into a great college for Environmental Studies. As time went on, you started to forget about him- packed away all the photographs, notes that were passed in math class, and things that made you think of him. There was something about those childhood mornings that just captivated you. You didn’t know it then, but everything felt so right. The universe was telling you this was the way it was supposed to be- but what did you know, you were just a kid. That’s all they were now- just memories.

You made new friends and life went on.

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“Come on, it’ll be so much fun! Just come to the concert with us!” Your best friend Kiyoko Shimizu spoke through the phone’s speaker. You could hear Koshi Sugawara’s voice in the background. It was an unlikely friendship but they turned into your found family during your second year at college.

“I don’t know Kiki, I’m pretty busy with club meetings and we both have finals to study for.” You sat up on your dorm bed, slinging your legs over the side as you held your cell to your ear with your shoulder.

“We both know the material. You act as if you won’t pass with the highest grade y/n. I won the tickets and even Ko wants you to join us!” You could tell she was starting to get annoyed with attempting to convince you.

She was right, however. You, her, and Ko all studied together on Thursday nights. It was a routine. You’d get take out, study (whether you needed to or not), and end up gossiping about the latest college drama. The football players cheating on their girlfriends, the chess club president finally touching a boob, or whatever story made its way through the halls. You always aced your tests because you were diligent with learning to understand the material and you had club meetings every Monday-Wednesday. Maybe you deserve a break, after all.

“Hello? You know I’d love it if you accompanied us, but don’t feel pressured to do so.” Koshi’s delicate voice sounded as if a whisper through the phone.

“You know what, I should go. I deserve a break anyway. Who did you say - ?”

“YAY!” Kiyoko screeched in excitement before you could even finish your sentence. “Oh, I don’t remember and I don’t care. The tickets were free! So let’s just enjoy ourselves.”

You smiled as you said your goodbyes and ended the phone call. The concert was tomorrow night so you had time to do some studying, choose an interim leader for two of the club meetings you’ll be missing, and time to go shopping for a new outfit. What a perfect way to end the semester- a fun, memorable night with your two closest friends. What you didn’t know was how memorable it would be.

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The car ride to the concert venue was filled with laughter, yelling your favorite songs at the top of your lungs off key and almost spilling your soda from your fast food stop earlier, in your lap after a hard press to the brakes. The building was bigger than you thought for a local artist- maybe they were more known then Kiyoko thought. Suga parked the car and the three of you walked towards the doors.

Once inside, you followed the direction of the crowds. The usher at the ropes scanned your tickets, and handed you badges for your backstage visit after the show. He pointed you in the direction towards the main floor and told you the details of what would happen after the show and where to go to get backstage. You squeezed in between friend groups and couples to get to the far left of the floor. It’d been a while since you’d been to a concert where you had to stand in the pit but nonetheless, you were excited.

The loud speaker announced the opening act with a loud guitar strum, and the lights went up on stage. Neon hues bounced from the overheads around the space as they swiveled in their spots. The curtains opened to a small five piece band you’d never heard of. The rough bass lines and drums were contrasted against the lead singers soft vocals. You jumped around with your friends to the fun, upbeat music. After their 6th song, they took a bow saying thanks and told the crowd to scream as loud as they could for the main act.

The curtains closed and there were muffled voices and crashes of sound as they adjusted the stage. A cymbal on the drum kit was softly tapped and a melody of strums against a guitar resonated through the microphone. The curtains slowly opened to a somewhat tall boy. He was lean and you could see his veins snaking up his arms as he strummed the chords and made rifts in the melody. His ash blonde hair had darker gray tips and was longer than you’d remembered.

“Semi…” Your words were barely said like they were a thought accompanied by the movement of your lips and little air.

Suddenly, it was like the rest of the world disappeared as you watched him. No crowds, no dancing feet, no walls, and no sounds. Maybe this was a dream, a vivid lucid dream where you thought about something too hard in the back of your mind and you made it happen without realizing it. Everything dispersed and then shimmered back together like a mirage and you were met with Koshi’s hand on your shoulder and a worried look. All you could do was shake your head and hold a thumbs up with an almost, believable grin.

You looked back at the man on stage. The way his fingers glided along the frets and the slight white of his nail beds as he pressed the strings to form a specific chord. His hair fell around his face as he banged his head to the music in the background. He adjusted his earpiece which was a plum purple, you knew it was reminiscent of his high school volleyball days. The vein in his neck protruded delicately against his skin as his Adam's apple bobbed with each crescendo of his voice as he sang.

The lights dimmed in the concert theater, a different ambiance from the electric lights from before. Semi put his guitar in the stand and sat behind a long, glossy mahogany Yamaha concert piano. A single amber spotlight shone above him as his fingers danced along the ivory keys. The octave jumped in a moment as his thumb crossed under his third finger hitting the flat of the note. You were close enough to see his boot softly press against the pedal, and he started to sing, his voice became the only thing you heard as the harmonies melted into your ears.

“I have known you my whole life,

When we were 10-

I said I’d make you my wife.

8 years later, we grew apart and older

Just as I took the world on my shoulders…”

He ended the song, softly gliding his hands down the scale of keys. He stood from the black lacquered bench and walked to center stage. He took the microphone off the stand, saying his ‘thanks’ for supporting him and joining him for this concert tonight. He took a bow at the waist and waved as the curtain closed in front of him. The lights went up in the venue and the crowd started to dissipate. You stayed where you stood, still in shock over those last two beautifully played notes. They floated so blissfully across the stage and echoed through the speakers strung high above the ground in the top corners of the ceiling.

Quiet tears fell over the high of your cheekbones and streamed down to your chest, crashing against the polished concrete ground of the small concert hall. Did he still think about you? That symphony of sounds was so familiar, like the one he used to play for you as kids. The song sounded like it was made for you, even though you were sure he didn’t know you were here, it felt like he sang it just for you.

Koshi noticed your tears and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close. No words needed to be said between the two of you. Kiyoko placed her hand on your back, rubbing it up and down comfortingly.

“You okay?” Ko whispered in your ear.

“Yeah, it was just a pretty song. Reminded me of a past memory, no biggie!” You stepped out of his embrace and wiped your index fingers along your wet lash line, trying to not ruin your makeup.

You shook the small tears off of your fingers and gave a soft smile to your friends. You took a moment to fix your hair and recalled the directions the usher gave you to get to the door that led backstage. You moved through the hallways and corridors, showing your badge to each employee that stopped you. After a few minutes of weaving through the space, avoiding pieces of stage materials and instruments, the three of you found yourselves in front of a plain black door with a card labeled S. EITA, at eye-level. You took a deep inhale and then knocked.

You waited patiently, feeling your heart beating so harshly in your chest as your mind raced between old memories of you and him. The good, the not so good, and the best. It was hard to imagine what he would be like now, after years of not seeing each other, not speaking to one another, almost like the two of you never existed together. Except you did and you saw it in photographs, in letters, in emoji rampant texts and you saw it in the gray eyes that captured yours as the door opened.

Silence.

Kiyoko stepped between the two of you, unknowing of your history, and started rambling about the show and the set up and the lights. Your mouth moved but no words came out, it just gaped open and gasped for air like a fish out of water. He looked over her shoulder at you once more, like he was met with a figment of his imagination. But you were real- and standing before him in the dim glow of his dressing room. He stepped to the side, allowing you in. The space was probably as big as your dorm room, a large mirror was surrounded by lightbulbs along the far wall and a black leather couch sat in the middle with a small rectangular coffee table. Off to the side you could see a mini fridge stocked with water, energy drinks and a half-eaten fruit tray. You imagined what it would be like to be on the road touring with him, jumping from state to state until your thought was interrupted by Semi’s low voice.

“Y/n.” There was a hesitation in his voice, like he had forgotten how to say your name. Forgotten how it rolled so beautifully off of his tongue.

“Hi, Semi. The world is funny like this, I guess.” You offered him a sympathetic smile.

“Wait. You two know each other?!” Kiyoko looked between the both of you.

You looked back at Semi and nodded. You sat down on the couch, and the others followed suit. You told your friends about your childhood, growing up with Semi and the fond memories you’d shared. You left out the small details, like the way he made you smile the first day you met, the first time you laughed so hard you snorted, and the way your heart felt so comforted being around him. You told them about your falling out and told him about the small achievements you’ve made since the last time you’d spoken.

He didn’t take his eyes off of you from the moment you’d finally said hello to the last utterance of breath you took. “I’m sorry I left you behind…” His voice was calm but filled with sadness as he realized he’d missed so much of your life.

Minutes turned into hours and it was getting late. You picked up your bag from beside you and stood from your comfortable position on the couch. “We should get going, it’s getting late.” You looked between your two seemingly enthusiastic friends.

“Y/n… C-can you stay for a while longer? There’s so many things I still want to say to you.”

“Yes, they can. They would be delighted!” Koshi and Kiyoko smiled too large for comfort, like they had an unspoken plan between the two of them.

You sighed as they started to walk backward towards the door. “I can’t. I have to study.” You protested.

But then you felt it. A warmth that blanketed your whole body as it spread from the tips of your fingers to your toes. You turned to see Semi’s hand, holding your wrist as his eyes pleaded silently, hoping you’d catch on to his desperation. He still held that same childhood innocence as he let go of your wrist and held out his pinky finger. Your mind clouded with the memory of that humid August day on the bus. An exasperated breath escaped your lips as you looked from his extended pinky to his gaze.

“It’s a forever promise.” You turned your body towards him and took slow steps closer.

He took one large step, closing the distance and wrapped his arms around you. Everything felt like it was supposed to again. Every worry you’d had up until that moment melted away as you found comfort in his scent. You buried your face in the valley of his neck as he held you tighter. He lifted his head and spoke towards your friends saying that he’d get you home safely and they shouldn't worry. You froze for a moment, forgetting they were there. You pulled away from him and gave them an apologetic look, which they shrugged off with a genuine smile as they shuffled out the door.

“I never stopped thinking about you. Did you know that?” He was sincere in his words as his calloused fingertips cupped your cheeks.

It was in that moment that you realized, home was not just a house. It could be a person and your person was finally in front of you after all this time. You didn’t hesitate as you pressed your lips against his. It wasn’t rushed or messy, but slow and sensual. He was taken aback by the sudden kiss but quickly moved his mouth in tandem with your own. It was a waltz of tongues as you felt every curve, and drop of his lips. Tasted his sweetness in open mouthed kisses- like Red Bull and pineapples. He was warm as he pulled you closer to him, and you ran your fingers up his arms and through his ashy tresses.

“Stay with me, tonight. Please. I’ve missed you.” He spoke, lips still hovering over your own with eyes softly shut.

“I’d like that. We have quite a bit of catching up to do.” You leaned forward, kissing him once more.

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“Semi Eita.” You rolled over to face him in your shared bed of the hotel room, looking at his sleeping figure. You whispered just wanting to hear his name, allowing your fingertips to trace the curve of his jaw, the bow of his lips. His breath fanned over against your skin, soft sighs in minty toothpaste wafts.

This was the boy that filled your childhood, soft dreams next to each other and drowning out the noises with loud guitar solos. He made it feel less lonely. He made you feel loved in your lowest times. And known. And accepted, no matter how different you were from everyone else. He always seemed so whole, and put together- saying he could take care of himself and didn’t need anyone. That’s why you broke up in the first place, which felt like a lifetime ago now. He didn’t need you nor did you need him in a way- but you wanted each other. Something about letting go of something you love and if it finds its way back to you, it was meant to be. You and Semi, seamlessly ended up together, again. That infinite well of hopelessness that you spent all the time believing swallowed you whole, was nothing but a mere figment of imagination. He was here with you now.

“I love you, Semi.” You rest your head against the valley of his neck, finding solace in the warmth of his skin, breathing in his after shower scent.

You stayed there, lying awake in the memories of your relationship- not wanting them to become slippery. Not wanting to forget everything you two had been through. Life seems to have a funny way of allowing things to fade away into thin air, like a whisper or a blown kiss. But the pulse of unfinished business still beats as life unfurls; days to weeks to months to years. Love happens when people talk about it often, spending time and learning each other's faults, dreams, aspirations. That’s when you discover that not even the ones you thought you loved the most seemed to have the same effect that Semi does. In the end, the mark you left on eachother was in the shape and color of love. That will always be your unfinished business, because love is never finished.

It circles and circles, like the koi fish in a pond imitating the yin and yang. Those memories come in spurts and waves- out of order and not always complete. But one that always floats on in your mind, one you always come back to: you and Semi under an autumn dazed sun, apple orchards surrounding you as you lean up against a tree stump. He’s strumming his guitar in the soft melody he only plays for you and then holds out a dirty, calloused hand. You take into yours, entwining your fingers and rubbing your index finger against his knuckle- and you do not let go. You feel a warm wetness stroll down your cheek and he subconsciously wraps a heavy arm around you. And it was his turn to not let go.

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semdere · 2 years

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My piece for the Grace of Hellfire zine! (It’s free to download ;)) Thankyou to the mods who made this possible and everyone else who contributed pieces <3

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boomboomberry7 · 2 years

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Another

Unrequited Love- Semi Eita- Another

You watched from the back, watching the person that once loved you. He was having fun playing his guitar and singing to the lyrics. He looked magnificent doing what he loves. His fingers danced along the strings of the guitar.

When the concert was coming to an end, Semi spoke up. “Hey, everyone! Its lovely to have everyone of you here today!” The crowd screamed and cheered. “I actually have someone that I want you to meet.” His smile brighten the room, his words were music to your ears. “I want you to meet my girlfriend! The love of my life!” He pointed in the crowd and the light shined on her. He beckoned her to come on the stage.

When she walked on the stage everyone was awed by her, she was beautiful.

But that was supposed to be you.

You walked out of the concert and walked to the near by park.

The love of his life wa supposed to be you. You supported him through everything. You supported him since you guys were in high school.

You watched his every performance until he got famous, until everything ended. Until you were no longer the love of his life.

Why though? What happened?

Fame wasn’t the thing that got into his head. The people around him did.

Flashback

“Hey guys, meet my girlfriend Y/n.” Semi introduced yo to his friends. You guys all chatted and you excused yourself to use the restroom.

When you finished and walked back to the room, you were about to open the door but you heard your name. So you listened in “You sure you want to stay in a relationship? The girl will hold you back from fame.” “He is right Semi-Kun, you should find someone that has a good image not some village girls.” “Yeah, you need a good image in this industry.” “I dropped my girl because she wasn’t dressing up and made my image look bad.”

Flashback ended

It kept going the insults and the persuading. They all ended up in his head. Then he ended everything without another word.

But they were right. You would only bring him down. You were a nobody with someone who is a somebody. But it hurts you because you were there for him, you loved him. Yet he left just like that. You still love him but now he loves another.

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favficbirthdays · 1 year

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Happy Birthday

Eita Semi (11th November)

Haikyu!!

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eerielake12 · 2 years

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I drew Shiratorizawa Circus AU

Not gonna lie this is probably my favorite design because the makeup job is ugh 👌

Not bad for my first time drawing Taichi honestly. It could have turned out a lot worse I think I got his face down pretty well. Something about Taichi in purple lipstick said yes to me and I said yes.

First time drawing Goshiki too. But I gave him the least skimpy outfit because in this he’s still sixteen.

Mah boi Tendou not bad for my first. I’m pleased with how his eyes turned out.

Yamagata also my first time drawing him but I think I did pretty decent

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forusomimiya · 1 year

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"You like it, huh?" he asks even though you're too busy feeling his fingers quicken in you to respond. "Being a mess, I know" he leaves your pussy aside and drags you to the edge of the bed just enough to bend your legs towards your chest and lick the mess he's created with his fingers.

"W-what are you doing?!"

“Cleaning you up" he lies as he sucks and licks all over you until he tastes your second spill.

SUNA, atsumu, kageyama, IWAIZUMI, KONOHA, MATTSUN, semi eita, sakusa

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sunkeji · 1 year

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You're having a sleepover at his house and he just wishes the night would stretch on forever. You're sleeping peacefully with your head tucked between his neck and shoulder.

You look so snuggly next to him; even with the way your hair is untidy from the many playfights you had before bed.

He has to restrain himself from kissing you right now. He doesn't even know if he'll even stop at just one kiss.

He settles for a kiss on the top of your head and whispers to you an I love you. As if you were awake, you snuggle up to him back and he let's out a soft chuckle.

With how affectionate you were being in your sleep today and the serenity of the situation, it's no wonder he'd want this night to last forever. Just you and him.

— Kuroo, Tendou, Ushijima, Akaashi, Daichi, Tsukishima, Terushima, Semi, Bakugo, Kirishima, Midoriya, Todoroki, Sero, Denki, Suna, Mugumi, Geto, Itadori

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kurooh · 11 days

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HAIKYUU BRAINROT.

☆ includes: timeskip! miya atsumu, miya osamu, oikawa tōru, kageyama tobio, semi eita, sakusa kiyōmi, kuroo tetsurō.

☆ warnings: 18+ content, f! reader, drug use [weed], oral (f&m receiving), lingerie, cream pies, dirty talk, slightly rough sex, praise, being tied up, blindfolds, mirror sex, 69, food play, shower sex, not proofread.

waiting in lacy lingerie for atsumu the day before his birthday, rose petals strewn around the floor and leading to the bedroom. your skin illuminated by the soft candlelight of the bedroom, the lingerie accentuating every inch of your body. he gets home, kisses you, fingers you until you cum, whining his name. he reaches towards the nightstand, remembering to use a condom, but you stop him, tell him one of his gifts is going raw. excited, he pushes into you, and doesn’t last long. all he can think of is filling you up, using the cum as lube to keep going.

when the restaurant is vacant, and it’s just you and osamu, he sometimes loves to have dessert. more specifically, you for dessert. you take a can of whipped cream, specially tucked away in the very back of the office mini fridge for moments like these. you make swirls on your nipples, make a sloppy heart on your pelvis. eagerly, he sucks onto your nipples, biting and kissing each as his tongue makes quick work of the cream. then, he kisses down your body, staring at you hungrily as he licks your pelvis clean. he fingers you as you shakily make new designs on your skin. he takes your clit between his lips and sucks, savoring the taste. he thinks you’re sweeter than any kind of dessert.

you run to eita after his performance at a concert, grinding on him ever so slightly when you hug him, squeezing your tits together when you ask why he’s pissy. “get the hell in the dressing room,” he hissed, grabbing your hand tightly and dragging you along. a small breeze rushes up your skirt, brushing against your bare pussy. he pushes you in, turns to lock the door, and turns back to you. you jump onto him and kiss him; he catches you, and stumbles towards his cluttered desk with the lit mirror. with one arm, he sweeps everything off and places you down, yanking up your skirt to eat you out. he buries himself between your thighs, fingering and sucking and licking roughly, just the way you like it. your back arches when you cum, and you moan loudly, but he tells you to be quiet as he picks you up again and presses you against a nearby wall. he lifts your skirt again, yanks his pants down, and presses into you quickly. eita tucks his face into your neck, fucking you hard. his pelvis rubs against your clit as he fucks, causing you to cum on his cock — your orgasm spurs on his own, and though you were both supposed to be quiet, you cum loudly together. with you, he can’t even think about how he’ll have to play everything off with his friends when he steps out.

tōru takes a hit of the pen, slapping your ass and squeezing it as he exhales the smoke over your back. it’s warm and smooth, a contrast to how hot and rough he’s fucking your pussy. your eyes water as your mouth dries up, the heat of arousal itching all over inside your body. he passes it to you, and all you can do is grip it and the sheets as he groans, his eyes falling shut as he grips your hips and listens to the sounds of his balls smacking against your clit, his hips slapping into your ass. “that’s perfect tōru, that’s just how i want it,” you babble, your mind racing with thoughts of him. being high together is occasional, and it’s always some of the best sex with him. he gets off on praise, even more so when he’s high, his loud groans breaking into tiny moans as you cry his name. “you feel s-so good, i love it when you fuck me like this, please don’t stop,” you push your head down into the sheets and raise your ass against his hips more, arms shaking. he collapses onto your back with a wheezy sigh, moaning loudly as his cock pumps all of his cum into you. he always cums a lot, and harder, when he’s high; he cries into your shoulder as you weakly throw your ass back onto him, a signal to keep going.

water rushes over your lower back and ass as you scoot forward, closer to tobio’s thighs. his tip bumps the back of your throat and you fight a gag back, taking him as deep as you can. your lips are wrapped around his base, long strings of spit leaking from your lips; the water washes it away. “mmm, fuck,” he hisses, his hand cupping the back of your head as he tries his best not to slip. “you feel so good.” he pushes you into his pelvis, yanks you back and then down again steadily. he’s always loved fucking your face like this. gasping, his body curls forward, over your head, and he can’t hold himself back as his free hand grips onto the shower curtain. his cock slams down your throat, the feeling so tight your eyes can only water as you let out gurgly moans around his wet cock. when he cums, he holds you down against him, whining curses at the way you greedily swallow all of it. somehow, he doesn’t pull the shower curtain down. when you pull back, he kisses you immediately, tongue meshing with yours. tobio loves tasting a little bit of himself on your tongue.

one night, you and kiyoomi decide to try something new. he ties you up to the bed, your legs spread, your pussy wet, and a silky black blindfold wrapped around your head. you hear the sounds of clothes being folded and placed onto the bed in front of you, and you twist helplessly. “omi, i fucking need you.” he sighs shakily, “of course, my love.” seeing you like this is beyond hot; he’s been dreaming of you looking like this for him. he grabs his cock, and guides his tip to your wet pussy. he slowly rubs his tip through your sticky folds, gasping as he watches you try to jerk your hips forward in a futile attempt to get him inside you. feeling his cock grow harder, kiyoomi keeps the tease going for a little longer until he decides he can’t take it anymore and pushes inside you. he presses inch by inch inside you, his hand landing on your pelvis with his thumb pressed to your clit. “fuuuck!” you feel like screaming at him, begging him to fuck you senselessly, desperate for his cum and all the pleasure he has to give. instead, you rein yourself in a little. “kiyoomi,” there’s something dark and demanding in your voice, even though you’re tied up. wasn’t he in control here? “yeah?” he develops a quick pace, gritting his teeth every time his tip hits the deepest parts of you. “i want you to fuck me until—shit!—until i’m screaming.” “you know i will,” is all he can say as he grips your hips and ruthlessly slams into you.

you look ahead through lidded eyes, into the mirror and at your obscene reflection. you’re on top of tetsurō, his cock stuffing your mouth as the rest of your body shakes in his grip. he yanked your ass down into his face, sucking your clit harder as two of his fingers thrust in and out of you. one of his large hands grips your hip, his nails digging into his skin more as you deepthroat him, leaving crescent moon indents in your skin. you watch as spit drips down his cock, down his balls, onto the towel below you. you feel your orgasm nearing, your pleasure climbing quickly when he mercilessly sucks your clit. he had told you before: “watch yourself in the mirror as we cum together.” you agreed, doubting you’d cum with tetsu. he said, “good girl.” and then pulled your pussy down to his mouth. moaning on his cock while he moans into your pussy, you feel the familiar heat blaze through the entirety of your lower body. you also feel his cock tighten, then begin to pulse as he cums hard in your mouth. as you cum on his fingers, jerking your hips back, you catch a quick glimpse at yourself in the mirror; spit covers your lips, your hair is mussed, and you look so unbelievably fucked out, drunk on tetsurō.

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luvring · 2 years

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— flustering moments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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portfolio-of-dreams · 2 years

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violin dips || semi eita x afab! reader

warnings: 18+ minors dni! slice of life/domestic fluff, afab! reader, reader gets called baby, insecurities of body image, descriptions of body, soft smut, semi wears a condom like a good boy, non-descriptive sex (wanted to keep it soft).

w/c: 1.5k

a/n: this was a request by @bunnykou / @bokutosmochi I hope it did it some justice!

The hot rays of sun beamed through the glass creating pockets of golden hues across your legs. You lazily roll out of bed and pull back the curtains, through diamond windows the sunlight streams creating an array of iridescent rainbow colors along the canvas of the wall. There’s something almost innocent about waking up naturally, no chorus of sounds, no alarm clock. The delicate glow has a freshness to it; a new day while the imperceptible flecks of dust hopeless to find solace in the light. Once the haze of tiredness dissolves into awareness you turn your head to the man in your bed, still softly snoring.

His ash blond hair decorated with obsidian tips was messy around his delicate features. His dark eyebrows furrowed slightly in his sleep state as he slung an arm over the edge of the bed. A soft smile creeped across your face as you shook your head at him. You wandered to his side of the bed, and placed a chaste kiss against his temple, he stirred slightly but didn’t wake.

You made your way to the kitchen to brew some coffee, in an attempt to calm the noise that still muddled your brain. The aroma of the Colombian roast wafted through the space as the coffee pot sizzled and drained the hot water through the grinds. It later becomes accompanied by the sweet smell of bread, butter, and brown sugar. You make a cup and sit at the table with your toast. It’s warm and inviting as you relax into your seat at the table. You take a moment to breathe, soaking in your surroundings. The melancholic serendipity of the morning, tinting your edges and trickling over you, washing away the version of yourself that existed before this moment.

The rough sliding of heavy feet down the corridor tore you from your tranquil state. He still smelled of peppermint toothpaste and his hair unruly as he rubbed his eye with the back of his hand. He leaned down to your cheek, kissing you once, then twice. His mouth formed into a pout and you rolled your eyes with a snicker to turn your face to allow him to kiss your lips.

“Getting ready for the day, darlin’?” He looks over his shoulder at you briefly as he pours his own cup of coffee. Three sugars, two creams; Light enough to still enjoy but still holding a tint of sweetness.

You hum affirmatively as he sits across from you. He takes a sip and smiles at you again. His signature perfect smile- it curves up into his cheeks, lifting and crinkling into the delicate skin surrounding his fox-like eyes. You take it in, letting yourself be dazzled by your boyfriend, Semi Eita, before you exchange a bashful look. After you finished your breakfast you head back to the bedroom to get dressed. Today was his day off and you planned the whole day together.

You threw a couple outfit choices across the unmade bed and watched the colors of each clash against another. You put on outfit after outfit but every time the image in the mirror stared back at you in dismay. The shorts you loved on the rack, don’t sit right on you, the flatness of your backside made you sigh. The form fitting jeans that had lace-edged pocket details came inward on the dips of your hips, another sigh. Nothing fit quite like you’d imagined, the body you were given didn’t match your sense of style. Quiet tears rolled down your face as you stared at the mirror. Everything felt so wrong. You tossed the clothing onto the ground and slipped back into your sweats.

It was then that Semi came up behind you, wrapping his arms daintily around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder as he slouched down. “You're beautiful, baby. Don’t let the reflection fool you.”

You can’t help it. You can’t help that you feel so much, think too much; reality is crushing and it hurts.

“Can we just stay home today?” Your voice is timid and airy as you wipe your tears away with the back of your sleeve.

“We can do whatever you want to, as long as I get you all to myself. And baby, I promise. You are beautiful.”

You can only shake your head as your lashes drown in the droplets that form along the base. He turns you around to face him, hands quickly finding their place on your cheeks. The calloused edges of his thumbs wipe away the tears that threaten to spill over and a soft saccharine kiss is placed between your eyebrows.

“What’s wrong?” The voice is soft, like a whisper lost in the wind when he looks into your eyes.

“Everything. Nothing fits right because I have no ass and these weird dips in my hips.” Your lip quivers when you say the words that have been plaguing your mind.

He chuckles in hushed tones and trails his fingers down to the waistband of your sweats. He looks at you, waiting for confirmation that it’s okay to remove them. You look away in a rush and blink your lowered eyes before an ‘okay,’ falls from your lips. He slips them down your legs carefully, and puts his hands in the indent of your skin where your hips meet your thighs.

“You know, some call them violin hips. Violins are gracefully crafted by an expert and create a serene elegant sound.” - His index finger walks along your flesh and stops at the inside seam of your underwear.- “Just like you.”

You suck in a breath as he leans in, lips connecting to your stomach, right underneath your belly button. A ghosted touch runs along to the outside of your legs and stops to squeeze the flesh of your butt. “You have an ass, baby. I have something to grab onto.”

Your teeth take in your bottom lip at his declaration. He kisses up your stomach, pulling your top up with every higher placement of his mouth. Your hands snake around his naked torso, finding comfort in his muscular form. An unabashed moan escapes when he moves his tongue along your collarbone. He easily picks you up, treading lightly over your discarded clothing, back to the bed you were in not too long ago.

His lips easily find yours, even behind closed eyes. He’s memorized every curve and dip of your body. He holds a faint taste of coffee and chocolate as he slips his tongue along the grooves of your teeth, exploring the insides of your cheeks as you open and close your mouths in tandem like you share the same breath. His pajama pants get tossed to the edge of the bed before he lowers himself against you, but not full weight. He doesn’t stop kissing you when he leans over to the bedside table to open a drawer and pull out a small golden packet. He doesn’t stop kissing you as he grinds his hardening length up your wetness as lube. And he doesn’t break contact when he rips the packet open, sliding the condom onto his cock.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“You, please.”

He swallows your words as he eases himself into you, slowly. You intake the breath he exudes when he groans. He takes his time, shifting just the tip along your velvety walls, adding inch by inch everytime you soften under his touch. He’s delicate with his motions, with his hips, with you. He finds the spot on your neck with his teeth that has you reeling and opening up underneath him. His thrusts pick up pace when your hands meet his shoulders, sliding over the muscles and down his back. In and out, in a steady rhythm as you adjust. His hands roam down your body, over your chest, down your cascading divots in your sides, following the steady dip in your hips and tracing the veins in your arms to find purchase in your hands.

You feel his heartbeat against you as loves you. He loves you.

His thrusts move in a way only he can, brushing along your soft spot elegantly. Your moans become louder and apparent as his movements start to get sloppy. You’re so close, the knot inside you tightens and crashes like a wave of euphoria against a shore. Semi leans back in, capturing your mouth with his as he rides out his own high. His breaths are heavy as he props himself up above you. You take in the way his lips are swollen, the smallest sweat bead rolls over his brow bone, and his brown eyes submerged in honey and hot tea, looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

“You’re perfect to me, y/n,. And I’ll love you, and your violin dips endlessly.” Another kiss to your forehead in the same manner as he did before, right between your eyebrows.

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lizethdraws · 4 months

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my friend on instagram gave me fem!Ushijima brainrot

EDIT: i fucking forgot a drawing mf ahhhh

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq #ushijima wakatoshi #tendou satori #semi eita #reon ohira #shiratorizawa #fanart #lizethdraws

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lowkeyremi · 11 months

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

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

Tsukishima Kei

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Kyotani Kentaro:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Komori Motoya:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Your little brat," he adds.

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Semi Eita:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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