#semi eita oneshot

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Behind the Curtain || eita semi Oneshot

After a high-energy performance, world-renowned rock star Semi Eita seeks solace in the company of a fan who captivates him. What started as a reckless game of desire soon blurs into something neither can define.

pairing - eita semi x reader genre - erotica/smut rating - 18+ MINORS DNI chapter word count - 2.8k content warning - alcohol, explicit sexual content, explicit language, slight dirty talk, oral (giving and receiving), fingering, gagging, hair pulling, choking, degradation, praise, dom/sub elements, overstimulation, rough sex, possessive sex, unprotected sex

Authors Note - This fanfic is inspired by the phenomenal and breathtaking fanart of timeskip Semi. Artist is @freaka_loonyz on tiktok, pinterest, twitter, and instagram!

The roar of the crowd was deafening, a wave of voices screaming Semi Eita’s name, hands reaching out as if they could touch the god they worshipped. He stood at the edge of the stage, sweat glistening under the floodlights, his fingers gripping the neck of his guitar as he let the final note of the set ring out. His voice was hoarse from the hours of singing, but the adrenaline pumping through his veins made him feel invincible.

Another sold-out show. Another night of feeding off the energy of thousands. But as the final bow was taken, and the band disappeared backstage, the high that came from performing began its inevitable fade. The noise, the lights, the endless devotion—it was everything he had worked for, yet it left an ache in his chest he couldn’t quite shake.

He needed something else to keep the high going

He needed you. 

No matter the city, no matter how many people screamed his name, you were the one who consumed his thoughts.

He didn’t know when it had started—when you had gone from just another fan in the crowd to the only one he searched for after every show. Maybe it was the way your eyes had found him in the middle of the chaos—locked onto him during that concert, eyes alight with admiration but steady—as if you saw him, really saw him, beyond the flashing lights and deafening screams.

You were a fan, sure. You knew his songs, sang them under your breath, felt the lyrics in your bones the way only someone who had lived through them could. You showed up to his shows and stood in the sea of bodies that swayed and screamed for him, but you never reached for him like he was something untouchable. You didn’t shove your way to the barricade, didn’t beg for his attention, didn’t throw yourself at him the way others did, desperate to be a passing thrill. And yet, somehow, you’d gotten under his skin in a way no one else had.

It had started with a look. A fleeting moment, really—one he shouldn’t have remembered. But during that concert, between the blinding lights and the pulse of the bass, he had seen you. Noticed how, even in a crowd of thousands, you were the only one who wasn’t losing yourself to the frenzy. You were singing, yeah, but there was something grounded about you, something real. And when you met his eyes, just for a second, it felt like the world had shrunk down to that single moment, as if you had peeled back the layers of the performance and seen him.

He hadn’t expected to see you again. But then you were there, at another show. And another. Always in the crowd, never pushing for more. He told himself it was a coincidence—plenty of fans followed the tour—but he started searching for you anyway. Started lingering at the edge of the stage, hoping to find those familiar eyes in the blur of faces.

And then, one night, it happened. A chance meeting after a show—he wasn’t even supposed to be there, just killing time outside the venue when he saw you. Close enough to talk to, close enough to do something about the way you had been haunting his thoughts.

“You’re here again,” he had said, barely thinking.

You had just shrugged, lips curving into a smirk. “And you noticed.”

That was all it took. The beginning of something reckless, something undefined.

He told himself it was nothing. Just curiosity. Just another fan. But then came the late-night conversations, the drinks after shows, the way you never asked for anything more than the moment itself. And before he knew it, he was looking for you after every set, craving your presence like a drug.

Maybe it was because you never asked for more. Never begged for a photo or a memory to clutch onto. Maybe it was because you listened—really listened—to his music like it meant something more than just a performance. Maybe it was because, in a world that worshipped him, you were the only one who made him feel like a person instead of a god.

And that… drove him fucking insane.

It was why, even now, with the adrenaline still coursing through his veins, his thoughts weren’t on the roaring crowd shouting encore. They were on you. Always on you

Slipping past the frenzy of staff and crew, Semi made his way to his dressing room, his pulse thrumming with anticipation. He knew exactly where to find you.

You were already waiting when he entered, lounging on the couch like temptation itself. A drink in hand, a teasing smile adorned your lips, and that glint in your eyes that promised trouble. You weren’t dressed to blend in—you never were. But it wasn’t just the way your clothes clung to you, or how your bare skin invited his touch. It was the confidence you carried, the ease with which you met his gaze, unafraid, unwavering. You weren’t just another fan. You never had been. And that’s what made you dangerous.

“Took you long enough,” you murmured, swirling the glass in your hand, voice sultry, knowing.

He exhaled slowly, locking the door behind him as his eyes dragged over you, taking in every deliberate detail. “Got caught up.”

He knew you, knew the way your body fit against his, the little sounds you made when he got too close, the way you never quite let him have you completely. It was a game, a dangerous one, and neither of you wanted to give an inch. Every touch, every glance, every unspoken word was a battle for control, a silent dare to see who would break first. But tonight, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to keep playing or if he wanted to end it entirely—one way or another.

You stood, moving toward him with the same quiet confidence that had drawn him to you from the start. The strap of your dress slipped down your shoulder as you reached for him, your fingers ghosting over his jaw, down his throat, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

“Good show tonight,” you whispered, your nails grazing his chest, setting sparks across his skin. “You looked good out there. Always do.”

“I always am,” he breathed, hands finding your waist, pulling you in. The scent of you, the warmth of your skin, the way you never rushed—just let the tension build, let him unravel bit by bit.

There were no promises between you, no expectations. Just this. The stolen moments, the heat, the chase. Yet every time he had you, it felt like he was losing something too—like whatever this was between you wasn’t nearly as simple as either of you pretended.

Your lips brushed against his ear, your breath hot, teasing. “You need me, don’t you?”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. The way his hands tightened on your hips, the way his mouth found yours—hungry, desperate, searching—was enough. You had gotten under his skin, and he wasn’t sure if he ever wanted you to leave.

In a flash, he spun you around, your back hitting the door with a soft thud. His hands were on you immediately, pushing your dress up, his lips crashing into yours with an insatiable hunger. You laughed, breathless and teasing, as his lips left a trail of fire down your neck. “You’re insatiable.”

And you love it," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "I want to savor you.” His hands slid down your body, gripping your thighs, feeling you shudder beneath his touch.

With ease, he lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the vanity, the cool surface of it pressing against your back. His fingers were relentless, pushing your dress higher, determined to peel away every layer that stood between them. 

He kissed you again, but this time it was deeper—rougher like he couldn’t get enough. His tongue swept into your mouth, the cold steel of his piercing brushing against the warmth of your tongue He could taste the hint of alcohol on your breath. 

You moaned, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer. He nipped at your bottom lip before trailing his mouth along your jaw, down your throat, leaving a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses. 

"Fuck, I want you," he growled, gripping your thighs and yanking you to the edge of the vanity. "Wanted you all goddamn night."

His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your neck, marking you as his. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs. "Tell me who you belong to."

You whimpered, tilting your head to give him better access. "Yours. I'm yours, Eita."

"Fuck," he groaned, hands roaming over your body with possessive intent. He squeezed your breasts roughly, thumbs brushing over your nipples through the thin fabric of your dress. "This body is mine. These tits, this pussy...all mine to use however I want."

His words sent a thrill through you, your core clenching with need. You loved it when he said things like that, he made you feel like his sole purpose was your pleasure. His fingers found the edge of your panties. He tugged them down, tossing them aside. 

"I need you," he whispered against your lips, his voice rough with desire. "I need to taste you."

He sank to his knees, his hands gripping your hips as he looked up at you with those dark, hungry eyes. lowly, teasingly, he ran his tongue along the inside of your thigh, the cool metal of his piercing sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You shivered, tangling your fingers in his hair as he inched closer and closer to your aching core.

"Please," you whimpered, trying to push his head forward, but he held firm.

"Not yet," he murmured, his breath hot against your folds. "I want to savor you."

He continued his torturous exploration, nipping and sucking at the tender flesh until you were writhing against him, desperate for more. Finally, when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he parted your labia with his thumbs and flicked his tongue over your clit, the cool metal sending a sharp, intoxicating contrast against your heat.

You bucked at the sensation, a moan tearing from your throat. He chuckled, the sound vibrating through you as he leaned in to run his tongue along your slit. Your head fell back at the feel of his hot mouth on you, his skillful tongue delving deep before flicking against your clit.

"Fuck," you panted, hands flying to his hair, holding him in place, as he ate you out like a man starved. 

He groaned against you, the sound sending vibrations through your core as he worked you higher and higher. He sucked your clit between his lips, alternating between gentle pulls and sharp flicks of his tongue. Two fingers plunged deep inside you, curling to stroke your sweet spot. Your thighs trembled around his head, gripping him tightly as he worked you over.

"Come on my face," he demanded, fingers pumping faster as he licked and sucked mercilessly. "I want to taste you when you let go."

He doubled his efforts, sucking hard on your clit as he fingered you roughly. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your body convulsing as you screamed your pleasure. He didn't let up, continuing to lap at your cunt until you were a boneless, whimpering mess collapsing back against the vanity

But he wasn't done with you yet. Not by a long shot.

He rose to his feet, a wicked grin on his face, "You're fucking delicious," he purred, licking his lips. "I could eat this pretty pussy all night.

"Yes," you breathed, still coming down from the high. "Please..."

He smirked, shucking off his jeans and briefs, letting his hard cock spring free. 

"On your knees," he commanded, fisting his length. "Time to return the favor."You didn't hesitate, sliding off the vanity and onto your knees before him. You took him into your mouth without preamble, relishing the taste of his pre-cum on your tongue. 

He groaned, one hand fisting in your hair as he guided your head."Fuck, just like that, baby," he grunted, hips rocking forward to meet your movements. "Take it all. Fucking choke on my cock."

You gagged as he hit the back of your throat, tears springing to your eyes. But you loved it, loved the way he used your mouth for his pleasure. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked hard, swirling your tongue around the head.

After a few moments, he pulled you off his cock with a wet pop. Before you could protest, he yanked you up and spun you around, bending you over the vanity. You braced your hands against the mirror, watching as he lined himself up and drove forward with a groan.

"Fuck, you're so tight," his hips rolled slowly as he gave you time to acclimate. "You feel incredible."

As he picked up the pace, his thrusts became harder, more forceful, and his grip on your hair tightened. He yanked your head back, exposing your throat to his hungry mouth. He sucked and bit at the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of bruises and marks.

"Shit, look at you," he panted, voice rough with lust. "Taking my cock so fucking well. Such a good little slut, letting me use your tight pussy however I want."

He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust, grinding his pelvis against your ass. His free hand moved from your hip to your throat, wrapping around it loosely.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled, fingers tightening slightly. "Like being used like a fuck toy. Being reminded of what a dirty slut you are for my cock."

"Yes," you gasped, pushing back into his touch. "I'm your fucking slut. Use me, ruin me, make me yours."

He smirked, fingers tightening further as he picked up the pace, fucking you harder, deeper. "That's right, baby. Fucking take it. Scream for me."

His hand on your throat squeezed harder as his hips snapped forward, burying his cock to the hilt inside you. Your vision swam, the edges darkening as oxygen became scarce. Just as you thought you might pass out, he released his grip, allowing you to gulp in a lungful of air.

"Shit, you look so fucking hot like this," he panted, fingers stroking your neck almost tenderly. "Choked out on my cock, cunt dripping all over the floor. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll be feeling it for days."

With a sudden movement, he pulled out of you completely, leaving you whimpering and aching at the abrupt absence of his throbbing cock inside you. Your slick walls clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled again. 

But before you could even catch your breath, he hauled you up suddenly, spinning you around and pinning you against the mirror. The cold surface against your overheated skin was a shock, sending a shiver down your spine. He captured your lips in a bruising kiss before pulling back, eyes dark with possessiveness.

"I'm gonna fuck you senseless," he growled, one hand gripping your hip while the other guided his cock back to your entrance. "Gonna make you watch as I claim every inch of this perfect body. You're mine, understand?"

"Yes," you whimpered, nails scratching down his back. "Yours, all yours. Please, fuck me. Ruin me."

He grinned wolfishly before slamming forward, driving into you with wild abandon. The mirror rattled behind you with each powerful thrust, your reflection a debauched picture of pleasure and submission. His hand found your throat again, squeezing harder this time as he pounded into you relentlessly.

"Take it," he snarled, fingers digging into your skin. "Take my fucking cock like the filthy slut you are."

The combination of the choking, the hard fucking, and the voyeuristic thrill of watching yourself be used so thoroughly sent you hurtling toward another earth-shattering orgasm. Your overstimulation heightened every sensation, your body feeling like it was on the edge of combusting. You came with a scream, eyes rolling back as your  cunt spasmed around him. He followed seconds later, with a roar, painting your insides with his hot seed.

He collapsed against you, both of you panting harshly as you came down from the high. After a moment, he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, fingers stroking through your hair almost tenderly.

"Good girl," he murmured, voice low and satisfied. "You did so well, taking my cock like that. Such a perfect little slut for me."

All you could do was hum along in agreement, too fucked out to form any words. 

As the haze of lust began to clear, both of you lay there, breaths heavy, bodies still intertwined. Semi leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. His voice was low, rough with desire, barely above a whisper. “You're something else, something rare.” 

There was something in the way he said it that made you feel both exposed and cherished, You realized you were more than just a fleeting escape. You were someone valuable, someone he couldn’t let go of.

[seokiloquy]

Let Me Live - Semi Eita

Soulmate Au: First Words, Timeskip

Requested

Tags/Warnings: GN! Reader, swearing, innuendos,

Word Count: 7k

“Don’t forget, we have to be there by 7!” Masaki sends to your phone, reminding you about a concert you’re supposed to go to in the evening. 

A thump rings through the wall.

You groan, setting down your pitcher of steamed milk to glare at the wall behind you. Music from the club next door rattles the shelves, causing some plates to clink together. It's not even noon yet, and the band has started warming up, much louder than anyone could appreciate. 

Cheery Cafe and The Local easily juxtaposed each other.

From the back kitchen, your boss emerges, rolling his eyes. "Already?" 

"Yup!" You call over a particularly loud strum that rumbles the walls.

Coming from downstairs, your coworker emerges with an armful of coffee beans and a grimace painting her face. "I swear they have a speaker pressed against our wall." She joins you behind the counter, dropping into a low square to slide the bags into the open shelf space behind your legs.

"I wouldn't be surprised." You huff. "The owner's an ass."

"Watch it, kiddo." Your boss huffs a laugh.

"You said it first!" You shoot back, but he walks out without a response. Mina follows behind with an empty pitcher.

"Wait! Can you make a note?! We're low on flour!"

"Got it!" You grab a pen and notepad just as another blast of guitar rings through the walls.

A customer enters. Hands over their ears.

"Hi, your ears okay?" You laugh slightly as the door shuts behind them.

“I may go deaf.”

“Join the club.”

“Already a part of it, sadly.” They sigh, taking out their earplugs.

You lean against the counter. “Ah, part of the enemy. Which are you, staff or player?”

“Roadie.”

“I’m so sorry.”

Laughing, the roadie brushed a hand through their grown-out buzzed hair. “This is the loudest they've been all tour. They're finally home, so it's all out for friends and family.”

The shelf rattles again, and you quickly spin to catch a cup before it falls to the floor. “Glad to be a part of the experience.”

“Sorry, I’ll tell them to tone down, but I can’t promise they will.”

“I don’t expect much. Anyways, you’re here for a reason. What can I get you?”

“I’m so sorry for what I’m about to do to you.” They wince.

You sigh, hands on the counter. “Please don’t say it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Please just be quiet.”

“Sorry.” They place a piece of paper that was ripped from a notebook on the counter in front of you. 

You stare helplessly at the text-filled sheet before groaning and calling back toward the kitchen. “I’m gonna need help out here!”

Kaziyoshi emerges, with a concerned look on his face, quickly followed by Mina. Kaziyoshi glances at the paper. “Oh lord.”

“I hope you’re not paying for this yourself.” You sigh, taking it with you to check out. “There’s even specialty drinks on here. Did you look up our menu?”

“Some people are very picky. It’s on the business card, though, so it's all good.”

“Well, you may as well sit down and enjoy the scenery.”

“Will do. It’s very cute here!” 

You laugh, “Very different from next door. Now sit. This is going to take a bit.”

“Do you need help taking these over?”

Six full trays, with four drinks each, there is no way this roadie is going to be able to carry them over on their own.

“I’d actually appreciate that, ya.” Nagawasaw tucks the list into their pocket before reaching for a tray.

Mina takes over the counter as another group of customers enter, and Kaziyoshi goes back into the kitchen. With three trays in your hold, one on each hand and the third balancing between your wrists and chest, you follow the roadie out of your cute little pastel cafe and toward the dark, towering club next door.

The Local, a black-painted two-story brick building, has been there for as long as you can remember. Opening at 7 p.m., you’re generally lucky enough to be off-shift and not have to deal with the lines of people waiting around, save for their cigarettes left behind on the sidewalk. But, despite the door only being open to the public at seven, artists, their teams, and available families are able to enter so long as an employee is present.

The roadie pushes the door open with their back as a blast of guitar threatens to burst your eardrums. You groan and follow in to put the drinks at the bar counter. The lead singer, with ash hair and dark tips, sings loudly with his eyes shut while his fingers expertly strum over his guitar strings. Your arms tingle as you set the drinks down in front of the barkeep.

“Hey, Nagasawa! You got it all!” You can recognise the owner’s rasper voice from anywhere. 

“Oh, and you’re one of the baristas from next door. Thanks for helping bring this over.” He reaches over your shoulder to grab a black 16 oz coffee and chugs it.

You rub your arms, nodding. “No worries. Hey, do you mind turning down the volume? We know the band needs to practise, but we’re having a hard time hearing anything over there.”

“I’ll see what I can do, Kiddo. Everybody! The drinks are here!” He walks away and not toward the soundboard. You sigh.

A girl, maybe 14 years old, rushes over. Grabbing the only strawberry milk and a double espresso before rushing back for the stage.

“Isn’t this place 18 and up?” You ask openly to the air.

“She’s the singer’s little sister. The bar isn’t open right now anyways, so it’s not like she can grab a drink.” Nagasawa sighs with a shug. “Anyways, Thanks for the drinks. The band’s playing for four days, so you can probably expect more requests from us.”

“Cool. I should get back. The name's (L/N) (Y/N), by the way. Nice meeting you.” You're about to bow but instead wince as the band plays all at once. “See ya.”

"Wait!" Grabbing a cup sleeve, Nagasawa pulls a pen from their pocket and writes. "If you need anything, shoot me a text."

Blinking, you grab the brown paper and bow. "Thank you." 

The customers that had entered when you left were seated at a table, happily chatting, and Mina was free. She furrowed her brows after getting a look at you. “What’s up with your arms?”

You freeze next to the counter and look. “The fuck?”

“Do you have a soulmate mark?”

“No!”

“Well, you do now!” She shrieks, making the customers, only a few metres over, turn around.

Vibrantly coloured letters glow on your arms, covering every inch with a stroke of bright paint. Nothing seemed to be untouched. You lift your pant leg to find the same pattern. They stayed for a moment before fading away into nothing.

Mina was jumping on the spot, fanning her cheeks with excitement. “Do you know what this means? You have a soulmate!”

You hiss, “Ya, and it was someone next door!”

Mina freezes. “Oh, shit. Do you know who?”

“Well, not Nagasawa or Mr. Takumi. I would’ve noticed earlier, and I’ve spoken to the owner before.” A blast shakes the side wall again, “Asshole didn’t even bother trying to turn it down.” You join Mina behind the counter.

“No other clues?”

“Everyone was talking, and the music was so loud. I didn’t talk to anyone else either.”

“Was the music good, at least?”

You give Mina a sideways glance.

“Right, never mind.”

“I’m kidding. It was… fine. Just very heavy… and loud.”

After a break from the boom drums, the door opens, and the same young girl from before enters, a towering figure following behind. “Eita, come look, it’s so cute!”

She lets go of the guitarist's sleeve and runs to admire the wall plushies across from the counter. She squeals, jumping up to reach a cat on the top shelf.

Eita rushes over, catching the line of stuffies that nearly come tumbling down with the giant cat the girl snatched. 

"Watch it, Hanako. You're going to break something." Eita pushes the toys back onto the shelf and glances around with a twitching nose. "It's… cute."

You glare, ignoring the blur of Hanako as she excitedly rushes around, the giant pink cat in her arms, to look at all the other shelves.

He glances around the pastel-painted walls before catching your eye. "Aren't you a ray of sunshine? What's with the storm clouds?"

You feel the muscles in your forehead tense more, "Sorry, what was that? My ears are ringing from the constant screeching next door."

The tall guitarist scoffs before getting distracted by his sister running to the counter. And dropping everything on it. "Can I also have a strawberry milk with boba!!" 

You smile at the girl. She's decked out in fun colours and cute accessories and a long swaying skirt to match. The exact opposite of her brother. "What did you pick out?"

"The cat, a Sanrio blind box, the My Melody headband, this keychain, th—”

“How are you paying for this?” Eita asks behind her, making Hanako look over her shoulder.

“Who said anything about me paying for it?”

You huff, slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle the laugh that threatened to escape. Eita glares before pulling out his card with a sigh, letting his sister swipe it from his two fingers.

“Oh, you’re just wrapped around her fingers, aren't you?” you laugh, placing all of the girl's items in a bag.

“Ha, ha.” He reaches for the completed bag and grabs his sister around the neck with his elbow, escorting her out and messing with her hair as they leave.

“Ah! Eita! Stop it. Let me go! I’m gon—” The door shuts behind them.

Your hands push into the counter, creating a line where the heel of your palm falls off the stone. The guitarist walks past the window with a bored but snobbish expression as if a young girl wasn’t dragging him around. While carrying a wild exterior, you could feel the “I drink black coffee” attitude radiate from him and infect everyone in his vicinity. His sister seemed to stand alone, luckily, not caring for the glares he sent towards all the cute merchandise or sweet drinks and snacks you had in store.

A scoff boils out of you as they finally fall away from view. At least Hanako was cute, if she weren’t, you couldn’t imagine the amount of remarks he would send your way. You could hear it now: “Who would want this stuff,” “Seems weird,” “People actually buy these?” all with a tone that sounded like slime stuck between toes in a sweaty shoe. You shiver, dropping onto your elbows, only to notice that the words have re-appeared, only this time, one in particular stuck.

“Aren't you a ray of sunshine?” You read aloud. “Fucking hell.”

“Watch it!” Kaziyoshi appeared from the kitchen. 

The rest of the colourful lettering quickly dissipates, fading into the natural shade of your skin beneath them as if washing away in non-existent rain. But the six words, one sentence, remained prominent and bright on your forearm. You swing it behind you, hiding it from the view of your boss.

“If you saw who had just been in here, you’d say the same thing. At least the sister managed to get his card out of him.” You gesture to the register for Kaziyoshi to take a look. As he does, you rush to grab an extra sweater tucked in the far corner beneath the counter and slide it on.

“Oh ya. Good for her. Shika will be happy to see that.” Shika, his wife, was in charge of inventory. Kaziyoshi leans away from the register to look at you. “Cold?”

“Only a little.” You smile, already feeling the sweat start to build on your skin. 

“I’d say turn the AC down, but it’s pretty hot in the kitchen right now.”

You knew that the heat easily spread to the front, and while the smell was excellent, it was torture during the summer months. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine.” You already regretted the decision.

The letters beneath your skin seemed to tingle. Annoyed, you scratch at it until Mina appears again, allowing you to run off and distract yourself with another task.

The day continues as mundanely as before, occasionally being visited by those from next door. Why the owner endorses your cafe despite being a grotesque man in general, you’ll never know, but you hope he just likes the coffee. The thumping only stops two more times throughout the day, the last of which happens an hour before you close, and the line outside begins to build, running across the cafe’s window and door.

You just finished mopping when the door opens again, and Mina curses. “I forgot to lock.”

Luckily for you, though, you recognise the face standing on the mat. 

“Masaki? I thought I was meeting you at the venue?”

Mina sighs in relief, handing you your things before gathering her own and heading for the lights.

“Well, I was waiting in line with Hiro and thought I'd just come get you. Hiro’s holding our spot anyways.”

You blink for a second, wondering why Masaki would abandon their spot in line and come travel to get you when that effectively doubles the distance travelled.

“Besides, it’s not like I had to walk far. Come on!”

Behind you, you hear Mina say bye to Kazioshi (and Shika, whom he was on the phone with) before she comes back and pushes both you and Masaki towards the door.

“Not far?” Your feet freeze, leading Masaki to drag you outside. Mina waves goodbye as she locks the door, before walking in the opposite direction that Masaki is leading you. “No.”

You freeze just outside The Local, where Hiro waits in front of a security guard with his hair perfectly shagged and styled. 

Suddenly, it’s like your eyes give up on you. A dark vignette takes over your vision as you realise just who you’re about to see in concert. And that you will be sticking out like a sore thumb in periwinkle and white clothing, while everyone else is wearing black, and leather.

You don’t look like you belong in The Local. You look like you just walked out of the cute cafe next door. Which A. everyone just saw happen, and B. everyone inside knows too.

You lift the hood up of your borrowed sweater, tucking your nose behind the zipper and tighten the hoodie string as much as possible. The fabric is pink, which, while very cute, does not help your situation. You groan, regretting that you were born in a world where sweaters don’t eat people alive. Why did they buy this ticket, again?

“Ending tour sale.”

You further bury your nose.

Eventually, the security guard asks for ID and tickets with the help of one of The Local’s staff members, whom you give coffee to regularly, and you’re in.

There’s an artificial breeze inside as the building’s old AC works its hardest, which you appreciate from under your sweater before being dragged to the base of the stage. You, along with Masaki and Hiro, stand before the stage, looking at, or for them, admiring, the set-up from the perspective of an ant. 

Nagasawa, the roadie, appears on stage, guitars in hand that they place on stands. Catching your eyes, they nod, before walking off, shoes appearing and disappearing across your line of vision.

More people pile in, and Hiro offers to go get drinks for the three of you at the bar before too many get through the doors, and manoeuvring becomes impossible. You nod along with Masaki’s enthused reaction, thinking about being trapped at the front back of the room, far away from any exits, while being pressed up against the stage where that wannabe miscreant of a guitarist that you now have to call your soulmate will be able to stare you down for two very long hours. You shiver.

Hiro returns quickly, the bar hands are well-trained and speedy, and you down your cup of alcohol before even finding out what it was.

“You good, Hello Kitty?” Hiro asks, taking the empty cup back.

“Fine, just feeling the desire to jump in front of an oncoming train.”

“Oh? Which one?”

“Hiro!” Masaki smacks his arm.

“I didn’t bring it up!” He defends, Shifting his body weight when he notices people trying to shove you three out of your spot at centre stage.

Masaki sighs before looking your way with pinched brows, a silent question.

You just shake your head. “It’s not worth getting into. Not right now.”

Still, with a concerned face, Masaki nods and turns toward the stage.

After they both finish their drinks, the club space is packed, and people are already trying to shuffle by in a tight line to get toward the bathroom. The AC, while on, has already failed at keeping the large number of bodies in the space cool (go figure), and you are already regretting your decision to take the sweater with you instead of leaving it behind.

You stare down toward your feet, trying to see them in the dark to calm yourself down and not overheat, and then the crowd screams.

The group, which you don’t even know the name of, enters from stage left. A drummer with characteristically long hair that's ready to swing to the music, a pianist with the most toned-down style amongst the group, a bassist with and guitarists both with layered, torn and strapped up clothing, and the lead singer, Eita. He wore more extravagant clothes than before, somehow. Leather studded boots, ripped jeans with hanging chains, a loose graphic muscle tee underneath a leather jacket with fur trim, the last of which he had been wearing throughout the day.

Eita scans the crowd with a lopsided smile before landing on you with a tilt of his head. You were going to suffocate and die. The following words out of everyone's mouth had no meaning as you stared at the right-angle corner of the stage and gripped it.

The music plays on, not caring for your drum-altered heart rate or battered eardrums.

The crowd behind you screams, and something grabs your chin, forcing your head to tilt back despite the tense muscles in your neck. Eita stares down at you with a hiked brow, face entirely shadowed by the stage lights.

You try to scramble back and tear away his grip, but you find your back forced to stay still by the pressure of a thousand bodies wanting to clamour closer to the men on stage. You're trapped as you feel every word your soulmate sings begin to dance on your skin.

Eita winks before rising fully to his feet again, and Masaki lands a slap against your arm.

You're free from his hold but still trapped in his presence as the next two hours are filled with blaring rock and tingling skin. He doesn't look your way the rest of the night. You're thankful.

As soon as the show finishes, you rush to the door, not caring to stick around for the band's pandering for their fanbase. You escape, ears ringing and slam your back against your cafe's door as your breath tries to acapella and not return.

Overheated, you rip the sweater off your shoulders and toss it to the ground. How Eita managed to play a whole concert in a leather jacket with a fur trim, you wouldn't understand. But, then again, he likely didn't have anxiety pumping through his views like you had, freeing him from the fate of being an overcooked slab of chicken. 

Gasping for breath, your mind jumps to his calloused fingers on your chin. So tight, as if he could have grabbed you by the neck in a second and carried you over like a hen ready for slaughter.

Mind now on chickens, your breathing slows, and you melt onto the concrete ground in front of the Cheery Cafe door.

"Hey, why did you run— Oh shit!"

With tired eyes, you see Madaki and Hiro staring down at you. 

Hiro chuckles, "You kinda look like part of the Yakuza."

Your arms, your whole body really (not that they could see) were covered in lyrics. Words dancing and wiggling around as though the music was still playing on your skin.

"Just kill me now."

The Semi family invited the band over for a late dinner and a chance to sleep on actual beds, but so had the rest of the bandmates' families. Instead they went to a group dinner before parting ways for the night. Eita was just relieved to not be forced onto the couch in exchange for the drummer, the youngest's, comfort.

Walking into the family home, with his parents in front and Hanako at his side, Eita quickly reached for his jacket the moment they stepped through the door, arm swinging over his sister's head.

"Watch it!" She cried, smacking his jacket to the floor as he tried to toss it onto the clothing rack.

Eita stared down at the cloth. "Seriously? Pick it up."

"Hmm, no." Hanako grins, kicking off her shoes before stepping onto the leather coat and into the living room.

Eita huffs, stripping off his baggy tank top to toss onto her head before she turns the corner.

"EUGH! This reeks!! Mom!! Eita is stripping in the living room again.”

Peeking out from the kitchen with a glass of water, their mother sighs.

"It's been two minutes, can't you two… EITA IS THAT A TATTOO?!"

Her water nearly spills as she rushes over. Hearing the commotion, their father appears from the hallway with a fresh t-shirt and pants.

"Eita got a tattoo?"

"HE BETTER NOT HAVE!"

"Oooooh, you're in trouble!"

Eita glares at Hanako for her teasing tone before facing his concerned mother. "I didn't get a tattoo. What are you talking about?"

She rushes forward, glaring despite Eita's denial. Prodding his stomach, just above his hip bone, she huffs. "Then explain this!"

He looks down and sees a messily scrawled line running along the curve of his skin. "Huh, that's new."

"NEW?! Taiko, look at this."

Sighing, his father walked over, passing Hanako, who eagerly followed along.

He stared for a moment before pushing up the glasses on his nose. "I believe that may be your soulmate mark, but I can't tell what it says. Did you meet anyone new today?"

"Tons, Dad, I'm a touring artist."

"Right, stupid question. Well, unless you can decide what it says, you're a bit out of luck unless they've noticed it too, or there's another piece going on."

His mom sighs in relief before hugging him lightly and whispering a small “Thank god” before ushering him and his sister off to bed, as if he wasn’t an adult and she wouldn’t stay up late anyways. Eita was tired, though, but despite his body’s desire to sink into the bed, he grew up with and found most comfortable. He couldn't help but sit at his desk chair, with a moderately sized mirror on a stool that his sister likely shoved in his room and stare at the black text that was inked onto his skin.

He trailed his fingers over the lettering, hoping that every swipe would reveal something new, a clue to understanding what it said. 

It was 3 am before he realised the time and decided to go to sleep.

"What does this say?"

You stare at the sticky note Shika holds out to you. "Uhh, I can't tell."

"But you wrote it?"

"Doesn't mean I can read it. Hold on." You grab the sticky note, looking for the pad it came from and the pen you used.

Finding the pair, you retrace your steps in reverse. "OH, FLOUR. Right, we're low on flour."

"Thanks for the translation."

"Sorry."

Shika laughed. "Would have been worse if you weren't here. Thanks for covering today."

"Not like I had anything else to do. Besides… wallow?"

The door squeaked, and Shika sighed, “Well, back to it for now.”

You try not to let your knees buckle at the sight of the man walking through the door. Eita is dressed casually, a regular baggy shirt hangs off his shoulders. The simplicity haunts you though, and it takes everything not to duck and hide from view.

"Oh it's Sunshine. Why are you here?"

You level him with a sigh, "I wonder why. Possibly because I have a job. That doesn't explain your sudden appearance, though. Where's Hanako?"

Turning you back to him, as if not caring for his presence, you immediately let a silent scream escape, forcing every emotion out of you.

"She's sleeping. Stayed up too late last night. By the way, could you draw a map to the nearest café? I need some caffeine."

He's smirking at you when you glance over your shoulder. But with a shrug, you grab a napkin and a pen, scribbling on it before sliding it over with a perfectly practised smile. "Here ya go."

"Hmm," he sighs, glancing at the drawing. "Not the customer service I would hope for. An ass? Really? Oh, wait, you serve coffee. This must be a self portrait."

You're boiling, skin scorching and arching to jump off your body. "Oh, absolutely, my butt is the perkiest around." It comes out in the singing tone you use later in the day when the customers are in a rush.

"Hmm, you'll get there eventually."

You want to throttle him.

"Oh, thank you for the encouragement. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Hmm, do you remember the orders from yesterday? I'd like all those again."

"Hmm?" You want to scream. "Do you have the list?"

"Oh. No. But you can do it. It is your job, after all." The eyes are pinched together with cunning mirth.

Forget throttle; maul him. You want to maul him. Soulmate or not.

"Alright, I'll get right on it."

Eita gives you a smile before turning to wait in one of the plush seats. Comfortable, as if he'd won the battle. Annoyingly, you can see your handwriting peaking through the bottom of his short-sleeve. 

You growl to yourself before pulling out your phone, and shooting off a quick text.

Nagasawa is quick to reply, and eager to be a bother to the artist that they were working for. You open the sent image of the list and get to work.

You're halfway through when the rocker feels the need to bring your attention back his way.

"I'm not paying for you to be looking at your phone," he huffs.

You give him a glance before returning to your espresso shot. "Luckily for you, you're not paying me at all."

"Good, I don't want to pay for this kind of service."

"Oh, that's too bad. Here's your bill." You walk out from behind the counter to hand him the machine. His eyes bulge for a second before sighing and pulling out his card.

You skip back to the counter and finish off the drinks. Tying one off with a cute pink bow.

"What's that for?"

"This?" You fluff the ribbon uselessly, for show. "It's your sister's order, I wanted to make it special for when she wakes up. Be a dear and put it in a fridge for her, will you?"

Eita rolls his eyes before getting one of the trays to rest on his elbows.

"Will you need help getting those over?"

Eita huffs to himself before nodding, "yes," he groans.

"Better call for some help then!"

Eita leaves with a grimace cut into his face.

Once the door closes behind him, you lift your sleeve to find the whole conversation painted on your skin.

"Why are you always here?"

You raise a brow at the question, turning to face the rocker while shaking together another customer's order.

"Hmm, have you developed dementia? Did you know that it could be connected to your hearing? You must have gone deaf from all the blasting music."

"...what?"

You smile and turn your back to him.

He waits for a moment. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“You mean, why am I always here? Cause I work here. Duh.” You finish off the mix in your hands before walking it to the end of the table where the previously mentioned customer is waiting with an amused grin. “Here ya go.”

“Thanks.” The woman gives you a teasing smirk before ushering herself to the door.

Eita, annoyingly enough, has your full attention again. “Why are you always working?”

“Because I like my job? Because I need the money?”

“Because you have nothing else to do.” You squint at Kazioshi as he appears. “You aren’t even supposed to be here today.”

“Are you going to kick me out?” you huff.

“No.”

“Then don’t complain.”

Kazioshi shakes his head, grabbing the metal tray he needed from the counter, before heading back to the kitchen.

Once again, Eita has your full attention. “Bad social life?” He asks as a cocky smile appears on his face.

“I’m talking to you aren’t I?” you mirror him. “If you’re not going to order something, take a hike. I have things to do.”

“Oh you’d love for me to get lost in the mountains, wouldn’t you? Nah, I'm here for that order again.”

You perk up, “Is your sister here?”

“Not yet.”

“Shame, she’s the better sibling.”

You don’t stay to see how he reacts to the comment. There are drinks to be made, and a boy to charge for them. At least there is some joy in emptying his wallet.

“Hmm well, she isn’t the one you paid to go see in concert.”

The momentary joy you felt was immediately washed out.

Day four. The final day. One more concert and you were free from the torment. The thought was probably the only thing getting you through the day, knowing that after tonight, you could be free of Eita’s presence. So long as he continues to wear long sleeves.

It was a pleasant thought. Being free. Sadly everything else seemed to want to bring down your mood. Your phone didn’t charge last night, meaning that after your endless scrolling, it had died on your bedside table, and didn’t ring in the morning. So, you were running late for the one time you were actually scheduled to work. Then, while rushing out the door, a downpour started and ended in the time it took you to bike to Cheery Cafe, soaking you to the bone. A customer yelled at you for making their “mocha caramel hazelnut latte” too hot, despite them requesting it as such. Then while mopping up said “Mocha caramel hazelnut latte”, You slipped and knocked your head against the sharp edge of the counter. The receipt printer disconnected. The wifi went down. You burnt your thumb while steaming milk. Lunch can’t be eaten off the floor. And finally, the band started playing.

You groan, rubbing the back of your head where a bump has quickly grown. It seems to pulse every time the drum hits.

“You good, kid?” Kazioshi comes back with a fresh bag of ice.

“No, I’m in hell.”

“Well, that's not supposed to be the mood of this place. Do we need more pink?”

You chuckle, quickly wincing as the action shoots a pulse right into the back of the head.

“Just a couple more hours, and you’re free.” He sighed, having already given up on sending you home early. “You’ll get through it.”

The door opened with a squeak.

“Hi!”

Hanako is in the doorway subtly smiling as you meet her eyes. It's hard to tell if the bright light that follows her is a side effect of just how endearing she is or a concussion.

“Hi, Hanako. How are you?”

Her gentle grin quickly switches to a frown as she approaches. “Tired. Eita has been playing nonstop for the four days he’s been here, and I’m tired of it. I can’t even be in there when the concert starts.”

“Same here, kiddo.” You wince as another loud strum rings through the wall. Being later in the day, with the sun going down, there was no one coming into the cafe for an 8 p.m. coffee, unless they worked at The Local and everyone there had already gotten their fill. “Come on, let's sit on the couch.”

Hanako swings her skirt around, letting it flutter around her ankles as she follows you to the plush seat. 

“So, you’re here because you’re tired of listening to your brother’s music?”

Hanako grabs the ends of her hair, playing with the dark tips. “Pretty much. It's the same thing for two hours, four days in a row. I just wanted to have a nice dinner with my family, but he has to work, and my parents have to attend because they have to support him. And UGH I just want a burger or something.” Her head swings as she talks. “I don’t even like rock music.”

“Really? Eita must hate that.”

“A little. But I can at least annoy him about it.” She kicks her feet a little, and you begin to copy her, making the girl giggle. “He’s been on tour for a year. I just want it to be over already.”

“Isn’t this the last concert?”

“Ya, but it doesn’t mean I’m happy about it. It was supposed to be only two days but they decided to extend it because of high demand, and then they made a sale, which was totally fake, the tickets were all the same price. So they got to play two more days.”

“My friend bought me a ticket because of the sale. So I'm going to tell them that it was a scam.”

Hanako chuckled cutely. “Buy two get one 50% off as if the two tickets weren’t priced higher.”

“Oh, that’s evil.” You chuckle, adjusting your ice pillow.

“Ya, it was my brother’s idea.”

“Ah, I knew there was something off about him, a con artist he is.”

“Wooo celebrities. Ugh, I’m just tired of it.”

A prolonged silence filled the air, before you could think of something more to say. Not that it was anything useful. “Sorry if I seem out of it. I took a fall earlier and bumped my head.”

“No worries. I am too,” she yawns. “I just want to nap.”

“Go for it. I won’t stop you.”

When you’re tired enough, the consistent drum beats from next door can act as a calming rhythm to lull you to sleep. You sigh, sinking into the couch’s backrest. Sadly, you can’t sleep on the job, so through bleary eyes, you keep an eye on the open door, as Hanako’s head falls onto your arm.

Eventually, the concert ends, and finally there's calm in the cafe once more. You watch silently as the concertgoers walk past the cafe door, leaning against each other and blabbering in slurred words. 

“HANAKO!”

The calm didn’t last long. Eita stomps through the door, face coloured a bruising red in contrast to his hands, which were clenched so tightly that blood seemed to not go to his fingers.

“HANAKO!” The girl shot awake, hand jumping to grab onto your arm. “Why are you where? You were supposed to be in the back with Mom and Dad!”

“I got tired of your shitty music!” She whined, hiding behind your shoulder.

“HANA! You left on your own you could have been kidnapped, do you realise how stupid that was?!”

Your head throbbed at the squabbling. “Gah, Shut up! Don’t yell at her. She’s safe, she knew where she could go.” Palm to forehead, you stood up and let the icepack fall to the seat cushion behind you. Hanako picked it up. “Is your throat not sore after being used all day? Be quiet already. I’m sick of the noise.”

Eita’s eyes were blown out in a broad glare, face only seeming to turn purple. “Excuse you? My throat? What about you? Aren’t you the one that needs tips to get by?”

“I don’t think I need any tips from you, thanks. Any advice from you would get me stuck in a gutter.” You’re hardly looking at him, or maybe you are. It’s hard to tell how tired and dizzy you feel. Everything seems hazy, but you can differentiate the dark shadow of Eita from the pastel background.

“Your head is already in the gutter!”

“My head is perfectly fine. No complaints. 10/10. Only raving review—”

“God, just be quiet! My sister is here!”

“You’re the one yelling.” You point out, and reach behind you until your hand lands on Hanako’s soft hair. The girl takes the motion as permission to latch onto your leg from her seated position, you feel the ice pack she’s holding against your knee. You hum. “And Hanako came here because she was tired of your music. You do realise for the four days you’ve been in town, you’ve only spent 10 hours each day with your family, and I bet most of that time was spent sleeping, or hanging out with your bandmates.

“And how do I know this? Because I’ve been here every single day. I know when concerts at The Local end, and I knew when you and your team got here each morning. I made you guys drinks. I dealt with your blasting music for hours on end. You know, you don’t have to rehearse at full volume day in and day out. The whole neighbourhood knows your setlist by heart.”

You don’t notice Kazioshi peek out from the kitchen with a frown before he sneaks back to his quiet space.

Eita glares. “So you’re a stalker.” His voice is finally toned down.

“An observer.”

“Every time I've gone in here, you’ve only ever been standoffish. Could you stand to be a bit nicer to customers?”

“I’m standing right now.”

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

“Do I? Sorry, between smacking my head on a marble counter and dealing with your music all day, I’m kind of not in the right space. I can’t even remember what you said five seconds ago.”

“You—” Eita sighs, hands unclenching. 

You take a second to rub your drooping eyes. “You got something on your face by the way. Did someone marker you?”

Hanako is giggling against your leg, gripping your pants with all her grip as she tries to stay up.

Eita pauses for a second, thinking about how ridiculous he must look with something smeared across his face. “Do you have a bathroom?”

You point at the door in the hallway before the kitchen. He stomps off and you flop back down.

“He’s not normally that emotional.”

“He was only worried about you. Can’t blame him for that.” You rub her hair a bit before combing it back into place, you think. It’s a bit hard to see. “I think I might really have a concussion.”

“Shouldn’t you, like, lay down or something?”

“Later.” You huff, pulling the girl close into a hug. “First, I have to hug a cute little bunny!”

“Yah! Stooooop!” She manages to push you off, giggling all the while.

The giggles outside the door seem to fall on deaf ears as Eita stares at himself in the bathroom mirror. Words, scribbled in what he could only describe as a child’s handwriting, trailed up his neck and onto his cheek. Words he now knew came from you. He knew there was more, so in a quick fashion, he strips down behind the locked door of the bathroom. He hoped he wasn’t scarring the cute cat sticker that was stuck to the mirror in the process.

The words continue, circling him like a python, and he struggles to catch his breath. Cheek to ankle, he’s covered in black and red letters. It hits him. Just outside, in the cafe, is his soulmate, who he yelled at. He can feel his heart pick up its pace, fighting against the constricting that the written words on his skin are causing as they slither around. 

There’s a knock on the door. Eita forces another breath, throwing on his clothes and opening the door.

Kazioyoshi blinks. “You good?”

“Ya. Fine.”

“Good. I need to get in there.”

“Right, right.” Eita side steps as the taller man enters the bathroom.

“You’re shirt’s on backwards, by the way.” The door shuts.

Still, in a haze, Eita pulls his arms in to spin the shirt around.

“Eita! Hanako! There you are!” His parents are in the cafe now sighing, and short of breath. “We’ve been trying to call. Nagasawa suggested you might be here. Thank goodness.”

Joining them, he glances at the couch where Hanako sits, and you’ve passed out.

His parents glance at the barista. “What happened?”

The two siblings speak at the same time.

“Concussion.”

“Soulmate.”

The two adults blink at each other.

“What?” Kazioshi says from the hallway, before rushing to the couch. He sighs. “At least we’re closed now… I told them to go home.”

Waking up the next morning (mid-afternoon) on Masaki and Hiro’s couch, in a dark room with all the lights off and curtains drawn was an unexpected experience. But was quickly overshadowed by the pounding in your head.

“You’re on bed rest for two weeks. No phone, no laptop, no tv. You can listen to a podcast or something, but you are staying in the dark and quiet as much as possible.” Hiro lectured you.

Apparently, stimuli of any kind can prevent recovery from a concussion (Probably shouldn’t have stayed at the cafe). So, due to your (unwilling) bed-ridden state, your friends, with the help of your co-workers, were taking care of you. Demeaning really, you felt like a baby, but at least you caught up on sleep.

When you were finally able to leave the house it was with sunglasses and a headset, and of course, you immediately went to the cafe.

“Seriously?” Shika scoffs when you enter, “Do you ever stay away?”

“Not unless I’m being restrained. Which I technically was.”

“You’re not working.”

“You can’t stop me.” You join her behind the counter, adjusting your sunglasses. “Go take a break I can handle it.”

“I'm not sure about that.”

“At least sit down for a bit?”

“Fine. But if you even get a bit tired, you call me.”

You nod and shoo her off, chuckling as she flops onto the couch and opens her laptop.

It's quiet, calm, the most peaceful it’s felt in a while. There is no shaking coming from the bar next store, The Local is empty and Cheery Cafe finally feels like it’s name.

You sigh happily.

“Hey.”

The cloud comes right back. Eita stands in front of the counter, hands in the pockets of his baggy sweater, it’s the most casual you’ve seen him. You glare.

“Why are you here?”

“To tal—”

“He’s been coming everyday,” Shika says from the couch. “Loverboy couldn’t understand that you were resting.”

Behind your glasses, you glance at the ash-haired man. “And you called me a stalker.”

“Hey. We have something to talk about. And you wouldn’t pick up your phone.”

“Who gave you my number?”

“Your boss.”

You glare at Shika. And the woman shrugs. “He was desperate.”

“I couldn’t use my phone, I’ve been recovering.”

“That bad?”

“Every concussion is bad.”

“I— right.”

There's a tight silence and you see the beginnings of your words appear above his collar.

“So. Soulmates.” You say. “Gotta admit. Took you long enough to figure it out.”

“Your handwriting is atrocious. How was I supposed to figure it out?”

Kicking the floor you pursed your lips. “I was kinda hoping you wouldn’t”

“Hey!”

“But you did and now I'm stuck with you. Aren’t I?”

Eita glares, straightening his posture. “You say it like it’s a bad thing.”

“It is, I’m stuck with your loud music. At least you come with Hanako. She’s the better sibling.”

“Again… Hey. I’m your soulmate.”

“Do you want me to insult you again?”

“Not really.”

You lean against the counter, moving as close to him as possible while keeping the built in table between you. You look up at Eita as he tries to keep his chin up. “Then plan a date to take me out already. You know I have no social life. I’m free all the time and need something to balance out the torture that will be your music for a lifetime.”

His eyes shut, cheeks becoming rosy. “Again… Hey.”

“Eita. What are you doing?”

The volleyball player turned rock star lazed across the cafe’s couch, taking a selfie with one of the large plushies. The big teddy bear didn’t seem to enjoy it.

“Taking photos.”

You blink. “Why?”

“To send to Hanako.”

“Again. Why?”

“Cause she’s at school and not here. So she’ll be jealous.”

Rolling your eyes you return to cleaning your cup, “You’re cruel.”

“You love me.”

“I love Hanako more.”

He glares, “Hey…”

Working non-stop all summer to jump right into non-stop school. A break was nice but I already haven’t drawn in nearly a year, I don’t want the same to happen to writing. Save me. - Bacon

Posted: 28/08/2023

[nifflermini]

Never thought I'd have it this good...

SO WHY'S IT FEEL SO BAD?

(INSPIRED BY- TV by MICO)

(Semi Eita x Female reader)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You smile as you watch Semi on stage from the screen, his smile reminiscent of when you were his only audience. Then again, it was your fault for telling him he should post his songs online.

Things were simpler then. You grinned as the incoming call screen flashed on your phone, picking up as you paused the video playing on your laptop

"What's up, Yin?"

There he is.

"Hey, superstar." You said. Even hearing his soft breaths through the speaker had you breathing easier.

Wow, who knew you'd gotten to *that* stage in this silly little crush of yours.

"How's the tour going?" You asked, and he perked up a little.

"It's great! We're in the home stretch. Only two more shows before I'm back home." He said, his smooth voice making you feel something akin to homesickness.

"I wish I could be there. Make sure to take lots of pictures, okay?"

"None of my pictures would be as good as yours." He said with a laugh that had me melting.

"No way, you're a multitalented guy, just pretend that you're taking a selfie." I said wisely, while he laughed.

"You say that like I'm good at selfies." He said. I snorted. We both know selfies aren't exactly his strong suit. I'd still give anything for a selfie though.

"You're photogenic though. Lots of your fans are taking pictures and videos." You know he's having fun engaging with his audience. "You've got some other dedicated fans, Semi-Semi." he sighed as you laughed, knowing he was absolutely sick of that nickname.

"Just because I'm photogenic doesn't mean I can take pictures like you can." He pointed out, and I sighed.

"Whatever you say."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Days later, your phone buzzed, and your heart skipped when you saw Semi had sent you pictures. Lots of them. You smiled at each one. before your phone buzzed with texts.

Figured you'd want these.

For once, you were relived he wasn't calling you. He'd never let you live down crying over a few blurry pictures and three selfies.

You instead sat at your desk, editing a photo you'd need to send to your boss in a few hours. The ghost of a smile tugged at your lips as you glanced at the grey, faded beanbag chair your best friend had always sat in. Eventually he'd get bored and move to the desk next to me, tapping on the legs of it while he watched me edit. I missed that sound.

Stay strong. Just two more shows.

After multiple failed attempts to stay focused, I pulled up another tab, clicking my way to Spotify and letting my favorite voice fill the room. I hummed along, a sad smile tugging at my lips.

I knew one stream didn't matter among thousands of other.

I knew my one like didn't count for anything amongst millions of others.

But he was my best friend, so it has to count for something... right?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

I just want you to come home.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Semi looked down hopefully at the typing bubble on his screen, before his shoulders fell, eyes watching the bubble pop before his eyes. He sighed. He missed Yin. She was his best friend. But he's living his dream. Nearly sold-out concerts, people listening to his music? It was what he'd always dreamed of. Yin had always been more of a homebody though, only really stepping outside when the lighting was right.

Semi had been the more adventurous of the two, though not always by choice. After he'd finished high school, the two had moved in together, figuring it was way more cost-effective. Now he was playing and singing to sold-out crowds.

But it all felt wrong without Yin, like trying to fit a puzzle piece where it wasn't supposed to be. It helped knowing she was listening somewhere out there, knowing that she would still be there- she was practically woven into the melodies in the songs he wrote- but he still wished he could find her in the sea of fans at his concerts. Wished that she'd be there to find him after the show.

Did that make him hopeless?

Maybe.

He shook his head.

I need some sleep. He sighed internally, curling up in his hotel bedsheets. While the sheets were warm and soft around him, what helped him get to sleep were thoughts of Yin's gentle fingers running through his hair.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Maybe I should've just stayed with you

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[fauxserenity]

TenSemi - Canon Related Fluff

Tendo and Semi are spending the afternoon together in Semi's dorm room, with Semi sitting on his bed and Tendo splayed on the floor, listening to the other boy playing his guitar.

"Are you serenading me?" Tendo asks once his friend is done. 

 "Wha- no! I asked you to tell me if you like it," pouting, Semi takes his pillow from its place and throws it towards the redheads head. 

 Tendo catches the pillow, laughing as he sits with his back against the wall.

"It sounds fine, you're really good SemiSemi," he assures him with a smile. 

 Semi turns his face away, trying to hide his blush as he mumbles a small 'thanks'. 

 "What song is that? I don't think I've heard it," Tendo asks getting closer to the blond's personal space.

"Of course you've never heard it, dumbass." Semi rolls his eyes before setting the guitar next to him. "I wrote it..." 

 "Woah! SemiSemi, you're an artist!" 

 "Don't call me that!"

Despite his words, Semi's smile only grows bigger as Tendo keeps complimenting him, feeling like a weight is being lifted from him as his friend goes on and on about how he's going to be at all of his concerts once he becomes famous.

[suplicyy]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Shiratorizawa

ᯓ★ Ushijima Wakatoshi

[A flower for my lover]

[Look At Me!! – Artist!Reader]

ᯓ★ Satori Tendou

[You bringing him a bento for the first time]

ᯓ★ Semi Eita

ᯓ★ Kenjiro Shirabu

ᯓ★ Tsutomu Goshiki

[You sharing a dessert with Goshiki]

[leahrintarou]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ haikyuu oneshots＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

☆ suna rintarou

✮ intoxicated (sfw) ✮ fatigued (nsfw) ✮ carved pumpkins (nsfw) ✮ taste me (nsfw) ✮ just a friend

✮ safe & sound (sfw/fluff)

☆ atsumu miya

✮ two is better than one ft. osamu (nsfw) ✮ sharing is caring (nsfw) ✮ ex-manwhore (nsfw)

☆ osamu miya

✮ two is better than one ft atsumu (nsfw) ✮ balanced (sfw)

☆ kiyoomi sakusa

✮ pretty when you cry (nsfw) ✮ longing taste (nsfw)

☆ oikawa toru

✮ practice makes perfect (nsfw) ✮ go to sleep (nsfw)

☆ akaashi keiji

✮ use my warmth (nsfw) ✮ after hours (nsfw) ✮ big decisions (nsfw)

☆ tsukishima kei

✮ package (nsfw)

☆ kuroo tetsuro

✮ patience (nsfw) ✮ a gift just for you (nsfw)

☆ kageyama tobio

✮ attention deprived (nsfw)

☆ yachi hitoka

✮ eyes on you (nsfw)

☆ kenma kozume

✮ your face (nsfw) ✮ get well soon (nsfw) ✮ missed every part of you (nsfw)

☆ shinsuke kita

✮ aftercare (nsfw) ✮ stupid girl (nsfw)

☆ iwaizumi hajime

✮ purple hues (nsfw)

✮ oversized tee (nsfw)

☆ tendou satori

✮ keep your hands to yourself (nsfw) ✮ thighs will do (nsfw)

☆ tsutomu goshiki

✮ tied and denied (nsfw)

☆ koshi sugawara

✮ countdown (nsfw)

☆ kiyoko shimizu

✮ study buddy (nsfw)

☆ ushijima wakatoshi

✮ corrupt you (nsfw)

☆ semi eita

✮ desperate times (nsfw)

✮ just for the tour (nsfw)

☆ bokuto kotarou

✮ worship me (nsfw)

☆ terushima yuji

✮ safe words (nsfw)

☆ alisa haiba

✮ girlfriend (nsfw)

☆ asahi azumane

✮ redesign (nsfw)

[sl-vega]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪MY FIRST (GENUINE) LOVE

pairing: Otoya Eita x [FEM!] Reader

genre: fluff, oneshot/drabble, partial chat/text fic, crack/comedy (?), mild Otoya character study, school/no bluelock au

synopsis: Otoya and your's date went well, a little too well. 'Cuz now all he can think about is you, your laugh, your smile, your voice, it's driving him crazy. Which results in him patiently awaiting to any and all of your texts. (Or, in which a certain playboy finally falls in love for real)

CW: brief/mild language, implied suggestive content, ooc Otoya (?)

The second Otoya arrived home, he made a bee line directly towards his room, and threw himself onto his bed, the soft mattress enveloping him in it's plush comfort.

Normally whenever Otoya did this, it meant that he went on a less than good date an hour prior that left him exhausted. Usually the girl would've been too clingy, or tried to move too fast, and he usually didn't mind it, but some women just didn't know when enough was enough.

But neither of the reasons were the cause of his need to lie down. The date wasn't bad, it went super well actually. If anything, it went too well.

Earlier, he was on a date with you. The two of you met via Karasu, Otoya noticed that you were waiting for the latter after one of their games, and he had absentmindedly called you cute, not expecting anything to come out of it since his subconscious had already assumed that you and Karasu were an item.

Otoya had already braced himself for some kind of response along the lines of "Yeah she is" or the worse (and more likely) response of "Buzz off, she's taken". What Otoya didn't expect however, was Karasu's nonchalant offer of;

"Why don't I set the two of ya' up?"

And who was he to turn him down? A date with a cute girl where he didn't have to go through hell and back for a quick one-night-stand?

Fuck yeah, you should set us up.

You seemed nice enough from your initial meeting, you had a cute smile, nice voice, and you managed to be impressive enough for Karasu's standards, something that none of his previous flings achieved.

But what stood out the most to him was how genuine you were.

Most of the time when he went out with girls, they were only there for a quick hook up, or on the opposite end of the spectrum, were the completely clueless girls, the kind that legitimately thought that he would stick around in the long run, only to be disappointed by his inevitable infidelity, which usually resulted in a bunch of tears, and a slap, both of which that Otoya would always be on the receiving end of.

You on the other hand, were neither of these types of troublesome women. You clearly weren't using him for a quick night of pleasure, but you weren't in the dark about his previous antics either.

If anything, you knew a little too much about his previous sexual escapades. Probably because of Karasu's big mouth, or maybe he wanted to make sure Eita still had to put effort into his potential relationship with you.

The two of you went out to some semi-fancy restaurant for dinner together. You and Eita had made some small talk, the conversation ventured into deeper, more in depth topics occasionally (not that Otoya minded, but he'd digress), but you seemed to have fun, even though it was pretty surface level.

The date had ended on a nice note, Otoya had called you beautiful, not pretty, or cute, or sexy (or the other usual less than two syllable words he usually dropped on most of his throwaways), he had actually made a point to say it because he really did mean it.

He didn't know why you had left such a good impression on him, why you clearly meant more than some mere plaything that he would've discarded the following morning. Nor does he know why the thought of bringing another girl into his bed other than you makes his heart feel heavy and makes him feel nauseous.

He rolled over in his bed so he was facing the ceiling instead of of having his head stuffed into his plush pillows.

Why was he like this?

Why did you make him feel like this?

He lifted up one of the pillows by his side and brought it to his chest, maybe the soft stuffing would muffle the sound of his racing heartbeat.

Suddenly, his once silent phone buzzes with a notification. He takes a quick break from his sudden crisis of feelings, and quickly snatched his device from his nightstand. It was a message from an unknown number

[UNKNOWN]-(sent 10:52 pm)

hi! otoya right? This is (l/n) btw, karasu just gave me ur number

Eita's eyes widened, part of him felt a pang of jealousy.

So you and Karasu must be pretty close if you were texting him that late to get his number.

Wait, why did he care? His other girlfriends had guy friends before, and it never made him feel jealous like how you and Karasu's relationship did.

God, what's the matter with me?

Before he wasted too much time, he turned his phone back on, to respond to you, while making sure to change your contact name before he forgot.

[L/N <3]-(sent 10:54 pm)

otoya? you there? istg if karasu gave me the wrong number-

[You]-(sent 10:55 pm)

dw karasu wouldn't lie abt smth like that

[L/N <3]-(sent 10:57 pm)

dang, that reply was faster than I thought it would be, ig ur not as much as a red flag as I pegged you as

[You]-(sent 10:59 pm)

stfu, what did karasu say abt me?

[L/N <3]-(sent 11:00 pm)

nothin' I just figured you out on my own, i'm just smart like that >:3

[L/N <3]-(sent 11:01 pm)

'k i'm partially kidding, he warned me a bit abt you, but you're pretty good company, for an f boy at least

[You]-(sent 11:03 pm)

for an f boy? i'm hurt

[L/N <3]-(11:04 pm)

lol jk, I actually had a lot of fun tonight, we should do it again!

[L/N <3]-(sent 11:05 pm)

srry I gtg, ttyl?

Otoya's heart sinks at the realization that your short, yet sweet, conversation had already come to an end. He was already missing the comfort of your words, not they he would ever admit how much your little messages made his heart flutter.

[You]-(sent 11:07 pm)

yeah, gn

[L/N]-(sent 11:08 pm)

wow, dry much? gn, sweet dreams!

He mentally berates himself for his dry response, but a few seconds after, he starts grinning like some lovesick school girl.

Is this how some of his past flings felt about him?

No, he wanted you to be way more than a fling, maybe this would be the first time he tried, the first time he actually wanted to get serious about a girl, about a relationship.

Maybe this would be the first time that this would end with a ring around his finger rather than a slap on his face.

He hears his phone buzz again, he lunges towards it, hoping that it was another text from you.

[crow bastard]-(sent 11:19 pm)

i'm assuming the date went well since l/n hasn't told me that ur such a jerk yet

[crow bastard]-(sent 11:20 pm)

jk (kinda) i'm glad that you might finally have a shot at a real relationship

[You]-(sent 11:22 pm)

stfu you stupid crow

[crow bastard]-(sent 11:23 pm)

ilyt eita :3

[crow bastard]-(sent 11:27 pm)

cmon, no thanks for setting you up with your future wife?

[crow bastard]-(sent 11:28 pm)

i expect to be your best man at the wedding

[You]-(sent 11:30 pm)

nah i'll give it to yuki if you kept pestering me abt this

[crow bastard]-(sent 11:31 pm)

THAT'S NOT A NO TO THE WEDDING THO

[crow bastard]-(sent 11:33 pm)

GOTTEM

[crow bastard]-(sent 11:34 pm)

SO YOU DO LIKE HER

[You]-(sent 11:35 pm)

maybe I do, maybe I don't

Eita briefly set his phone down, thanking the gods that Karasu couldn't see his bright red face.

He definitely did...

[lizzy06]

Semi Eita x Reader Fic Recs!!(Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

Haikyuu! Fic Rec Masterlist

Shiratorizawa Fic Rec Masterlist

Chances ✨by orphan_account(oneshot, crush, fluff)Semi wasn’t known to take chances, opting to choose the safer routes to shield himself from disappointment and pain. But when you stumble into his life unannounced, for the first time in a really long while, Semi finds himself wanting to take this chance with you. [COMPLETED]

memories pt.1, pt.2, pt.3 by @keijikunn (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff, slowburn, strangers to lovers)On the last day of the year, you dream of your soulmate’s most impactant memory that happened within the year. Each memory will be different each year.[ONGOING]

Jealous ✨✨by @watevermelon (oneshot, humor, angst with happy ending) You thought you were content with your relationship so far - Semi was your best friend and these past few years were some of the most memorable. But all of that quickly changes with some outside forces.[COMPLETED]

Lyrics in my head ✨by @osamiiya (oneshot, soulmate au)When you turn 18, you can hear your soulmate singing. So, what happens when you look up a song, and your friend takes you to a concert?[COMPLETED]

Longing✨ by itbeajen (oneshot, fluf) Each flower has its own meaning.But receiving them like this, without any reason or hints as to who they're from, you're left wanting for more.[COMPLETED]

the thing about childhood friends by alicemitch09 (oneshot, friends to lovers, fluff, angst)You know what sucks about childhood friends? It was fucking cliché, that one of the two was bound to fall for other. One day, he's just that snotty little boy you tagged along with almost every day, the next; you're in love with him.[COMPLETED]

Shot in the Heart by eightowls (oneshot, fluff)You're the Shiratorizawa manager playing a game of laser tag with your team. [COMPLETED]

last song syndrome (s. eita) by memento_amare (orphan_account) (oneshot, friends to lovers, fluff) also known as earworm, the condition of having a song play repeatedly in one's head. (or, semi can't get you out of his mind—and heart.)[COMPLETED]

𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉 [ Eita Semi x Reader ] ✨✨by Cutesight (strangers to lovers, fluff, slow burn)Semi secretly has a love for music that he's afraid to let his teammates know.Before practice every morning and after school, Semi sneaks into the music room to play the piano.But during one afternoon, he gets caught by Y/N who tries to stall from going home by hiding in the music room. A "friendship" forms between the two from the secret Y/N finds out about Semi.[COMPLETED]

Online friends✨ by simpingshitz (online friends to lovers, fluff, humor)Y/N meets an online friend through a random chat bot finder on Telegram. Now, what will happen when her chat mate is also the same guy from her school? [COMPLETED]

Tip Toe by @seokiloquy (oneshot, dancer reader!, name on wrist au)[COMPLETED]

Let Me Live by @seokiloquy (oneshot, timeskip,Opposites, Café) [COMPLETED]

[devilish-blue]

~Devilish Smoke Shoppe~

Hi you smokin' pervs, i'm Devilish or Blue, and i am here to fulfill whatever horny, angsty, or fluffy needs you have. Everything you guys are about to see is everything i will do, so eat your guys' gross little hearts out <33

Fandoms/Things i will write:

Anime's:

Naruto:

Naruto Uzumaki

Sasuke Uchiha

Shikamaru Nara

Kiba Inuzuka

Kakashi Hatake

Gaara

Neji Hyuga

Rock Lee

Sai

Asuma Sarutobi

Tsunade Senju

Sakura Haruno

Ino Yamanaka

Hinata Hyuga

Temari

TenTen

Haikyuu:

Karasuno:

Hinata Shoyo

Kageyama Tobio

Tsukishima Kei

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Tanaka Ryūnosuke

Nishinoya Yu

Koshi Sugawara

Daichi Sawamura

Asahi Azumane

Kiyoko Shimizu

Aoba Johsai:

Oikawa Tooru

Iwazumi Hajime

Akira Kunimi

Kentarō Kyōtani (Mad Dog)

Nekoma:

Lev Haiba

Sō Inuoka

Kenma Kozume

Taketora Yamamoto

Morisuke Yaku

Tetsuro Kuroo

Shiratorizawa:

Kenjirō Shirabu

Tsutomu Goshiki

Satori Tendō

Eita Semi

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Fukurodani:

Haruki Komi

Akinori Konoha

Keiji Akashi

Kōtarō Bokuto

Inarizaki:

Osamu Miya

Atsumu Miya

Suna Rintaro

Aran Ojiro

Shinsuke Kita

Misc.:

Keishin Ukai

Ittetsu Takeda

Kiyoomi Sakusa

TV Shows:

Wednesday:

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Xavier Thorpe

Tyler Galpin

Ajax Petropolus

Cobra Kai:

Miguel Diaz

Robby Keene

Hawk/Eli Moskowitz

Demetri Alexpoulos

Tory Nichols

Samantha LaRusso

Riverdale:

Jughead Jones

FP Jones

Archie Andrews

Sweetpea

Reggie Mantle

Betty Cooper

Veronica Lodge

Toni Topaz

Cheryl Blossom

South Park (Aged up (COLLEGE) and/or Post Covid!):

Stan Marsh

Kyle Broflovski

Kenny McCormick

Eric Cartman

Tolkien Black

Craig Tucker

Tweek Tweak

Clyde Donovan

Big Mouth:

Judd Birch

Human Resources:

Maury Beverley

Connie LaCienega

Emmy Fairfax

Rochelle Hillhurst

Mona

Pete Doheny

Youtubers/Streamers:

Youtubers:

Sam and Colby

Markiplier

CoryXKenshin

EddieVR

JuicyFruitSnacks

JoshDub

Mully

YourNarrator

Streamers:

Quackity

Jschlatt

Sapnap

KarlJacobs

Slimecicle

Foolishgamers

Horror Characters:

Slashers:

Ghostface (Billy Loomis and Stu Macher)

Michael Myers

Jason Vorhees

Brahms Heelshire

Creepypastas:

Ticci Toby

Masky

Hoodie

Eyeless Jack

Homicidal Liu

Jeff The Killer

Ben Drowned

Laughing Jack

My Do's And Don'ts:

Do's:

Kinks

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Headcanons

Oneshots

Don'ts:

Spam me

Piss, Scat, Throw up, Vore.

Do NOT request any pedophilia or r@pe.

OKAY so now that you guys know everything, basically, you can request it because i honestly can't think of anything on my own. ALSO i am looking to do commissions, if you are interested then please let me know <33 Smoke your pervy little hearts out <33

[jadebat7]

requests ;p

pink = faves

♡ = timeskip

☆ = pre timeskip

who i write for

______________

Hinata Shoyo ♡☆

Tsukishima Kei ☆

Daichi Sawamura♡

Sugawara Koushi ♡☆

Oikawa Tooru ♡☆

Matsukawa Issei♡

Iwaizumi Hajime ♡☆

Ushijima Wakatoshi♡

Semi Eita♡

Kuroo Tetsurou ♡☆

Kozume Kenma ♡

Fukunaga Shohei ♡

Yaku Morisuke ♡☆

Bokuto Koutarou ♡☆

Akaashi Keiji ♡☆

Sakusa Kiyoomi ♡

Daishou Suguru ♡☆

Atsumu Miya ♡☆

Osamu Miya ♡☆

Suna Rintarou ♡☆

Kita Shinsuke ☆

Ukai Keishin ♡

Kiyoko Shimizu ♡☆

Yachi Hitoka ♡☆

Saeko Tanaka ♡

Mad Dog ♡

boundaries

___________

- i don't write smut! I don't mind suggestive scenes (making out, innuendos, double enterdres) but smut is a hard no

- oneshots, headcannons(10-15), playlist requests(10-20 songs), mood boards, and texts w...

- i mostly write x readers, but i can also write for the following ships:

Shobio ♡☆, Yamayachi ♡☆, Sakuatsu ☆, Bokuaka ♡☆

Those are my favorites, but you can also ask and I'll try my best

- i love love LOVE!!!! writing au's!!!

- feel free to give ideas or suggestions for series/longer fanfics, ideas are always appreciated

- i might branch out into other fandoms eventually, but haikyuu is my best writing

[xlettex]

Masterlist

SERIES

✧˖° tetsurou kuroo

deception. 18+ (angst, slow burn, smut, yakuza au) -> ongoing

series masterlist

ONESHOTS

✧˖° yuu nishinoya

wandered, now home (fluff, romance, surfer au) -> completed

oneshot

✧˖° eita semi

behind the curtain 18+ (explicit, smut) -> completed

oneshot

[wingedcupcaketimemachine]

Haikyuu Masterlist

❤️=Romantic 💛=Platonic 💔=Angst ☁️=Fluff

❤️‍🩹=Hurt/Comfort

Imagines/Oneshots

Shoyo Hinata x Reader

Tobio Kageyama x Reader

Kei Tsukishima x Reader

Toru Oikawa x Reader

Tetsuro Kuroo

Yu Nishinoya x Reader

Kenma Kozume x Reader

Kiyoko Shimizu x Reader

Kotaro Bokuto x Reader

Asahi Azumane x Reader

Koshi Sugawara x Reader

Ryunosuke x Reader

Keiji Akaashi x Reader

Hitoka Yachi x Reader

Wakatoshi Ushijima x Reader

Tadashi Yamaguchi x Reader

Daichi Sawamura x Reader

Hajime Iwaizumi x Reader

Eita Semi x Reader

Osamu Miya x Reader

Atsumu Miya x Reader

Character x Character

Headcanons

Shoyo Hinata x Reader

Tobio Kageyama x Reader

Kei Tsukishima x Reader

Toru Oikawa x Reader

Tetsuro Kuroo

Yu Nishinoya x Reader

Kenma Kozume x Reader

Kiyoko Shimizu x Reader

Kotaro Bokuto x Reader

Asahi Azumane x Reader

Koshi Sugawara x Reader

Ryunosuke x Reader

Keiji Akaashi x Reader

Hitoka Yachi x Reader

Wakatoshi Ushijima x Reader

Tadashi Yamaguchi x Reader

Daichi Sawamura x Reader

Hajime Iwaizumi x Reader

Eita Semi x Reader

Osamu Miya x Reader

Atsumu Miya x Reader

Character x Character

Completed Series List

Ongoing Series List

[ao3feed-iwaoi]

Haikyuu oneshots

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/jXUGqhs

by Levswhitehair

A bunch of oneshots of haikyuu

Words: 3, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: ハイパープロジェクション演劇「ハイキュー!!」| Hyper Projection Play "Haikyuu!!" RPF

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Haiba Lev, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma, Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji, Shirabu Kenjirou, Semi Eita, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Tsukishima Kei, Matsukawa Issei, Hanamaki Takahiro, Ukai Keishin, Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Kageyama Miwa, Haiba Alisa, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Osamu, Miya Atsumu

Relationships: Haiba Lev/Yaku Morisuke, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Semi Eita/Shirabu Kenjirou, Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou, Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi

Additional Tags: Rape Recovery, Rape/Non-con Elements, Smut, Fluff, Aftercare, Angst

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/jXUGqhs

[amethystgaze]

SEMI EITA -

the contract girlfriend by seita [ONESHOT] #tags: angst, fake dating, musician!semi, friends to lovers trope, hurt/comfort

when he was an unknown musician, his girlfriend left him. now that he’s made it, he wants to make her jealous at a fancy party so he can get her back.unfortunately, he asks you to be his fake date. the downside? you have a very real crush on him

[chlosology]

request rules !

i only take requests for headcanons, smaus, blurbs, & oneshots.

i do take SUGGESTIONS for full length smaus & fics.

this is a sfw account. absolutely NO explicit smut requests whatsoever. there may be suggestive content & references to sex in my writing but absolutely 0 explicitness. those fics WILL be tagged accordingly & will be 15+.

i take requests for both pre timeskip & post timeskip BUT i will not write anything suggestive pre-timeskip & most of my non-requested works will be set post timeskip:)

i take requests for the following characters

karasuno sawamura daichi, sugawara kōshi, azumane asahi, tanaka ryūnosuke, nishinoya yū, tsukishima kei, yamaguchi tadashi, hinata shōyō, kageyama tobio, kiyoko shimizu, & yachi hitoka.

nekoma kuroo tetsurō, kozume kenma, yaku morisuke, haiba lev, & yamamato taketora.

aoba johsai oikawa tōru, iwaizumi hajime, hanamaki takahiro, matsukawa issei, yahaba shigeru, kindaichi yūtarō, kunimi akira, & kyōtani kentarō.

date tech aone takanobu, moniwa kaname, futakuchi kenji, & koganegawa kanji.

fukurōdani bokuto kōtarō, akaashi keiji, washio tatsuki, & konoha akinori.

shiratorizawa ushijima wakatoshi, semi eita, tendō satori, goshiki tsutomu, & shirabu kenjirō.

inarizaki kita shinsuke, ojiro aran, miya atsumu, miya osamu, & suna rintarō

pro teams meian shūgo, inunaki shion, & nicolas romero.

other terushima yūji, daishō suguru, yamaka mika, sakusa kiyoomi, komori motoya, himekawa aoi, hoshiumi kōrai, hirugami sachirō, amanai kanoka, haiba alisa, & tanaka saeko.