semi anon

anonymous asked:

Goshiki is a cute kouhai . Why oikawa didn't want him?

too dangerous

anonymous asked:

Heya! I was wondering if i could req a scenario for kuroo, oikawa and semi where their s/o kinda ignores the crap out of her birthday b/c she really doesnt like it. She's had some shitty experiences with her bday in the past; people either completely forgot or didnt bother and now she feels like she doesnt matter

This is a coincidence that I would be answering this the day before my own birthday, especially when I’ve been driving my boyfriend crazy about how I don’t want to do anything for it this year.


He had asked her every day for the last month and got the same answer every time:

“I don’t really wanna do anything for my birthday.”

Kuroo wasn’t exactly happy with this answer, especially considering this day was to celebrate the life of someone he cared very deeply about. And a celebration of life was never something someone should just not do anything about.

It had taken quite a bit of begging on his part in getting her to come along with him. She complained the whole time, questioning where they were going and what they were doing, because, “come on, Tetsu, I have homework to do.” But he ignored it all, told her that they were almost there and that it was important. And it was one hundred percent completely worth it when she walked through that door to the room beyond.

The sweeping streamers and balloons that littered the space caught her attention first, then there was the wave of people that had made themselves present with a roar of ‘happy birthday!’ that caused her to press back into Kuroo’s chest. He laughed, his hands rising to link his fingers with hers. She looked shocked - which was the point, really - but she wasn’t saying anything at all in response. Like, anything?

“You like?” he questioned lightly, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“This is the first party that’s be thrown for me,” the words were small, surprise still carried in her tone as she finally drew her eyes away from their shared group of friends to him.

All he could do was smile and swoop to press their mouths together, ignoring all the ooh’s and whooping from the others in the room. “Better get used to it.”

Oikawa didn’t care what she said about not doing anything for her birthday, he wasn’t just about to let this day slip by like any other. He had been thinking about what to do for weeks now, trying to find the perfect gift for someone who brought so much happiness to his life. Was there really a single thing out there that he could put all of his feelings into?

Finally, he grew quiet about it, she wasn’t going to be providing him with much help anyway, not when she wasn’t expecting anything. He planned silently, bombarding only Iwaizumi’s ears because he was the only one who could keep a secret out of them. Because he wanted it to be a surprise, wanted them to realize that they were important enough for this kind of recognition on the anniversary of the day they were brought into this world.

So when he had walked into that classroom with the biggest bouquet of her favorite flowers that he could find, he was quite pleased with the more than shocked look that rewarded him with. Walking straight up to her, he handed them to her, grinning widely as she took them with her jaw dropping open to say something, but he was speaking first. “Happy birthday, love,” he spoke softly as he pressed a rectangular box onto the surface of her desk and opening it to reveal the silver necklace. “It’s soundwaves,” he explained when he saw her brows furrow slightly at the sight of the grouping of sharp angles, “‘I love you.’”

While she wasn’t able to speak then, she would later tell him how she had never received anything so beautiful in her life.

The surprise on her face when she found Semi at her door was everything. He smiled at her, hands pressing a single flower - her favorite - into her hands. She turned to him, the question of why he was there was on her lips, but he was speaking first. “Better get ready,” he told her, enjoying how her brows furrowed, “ we have places to be.”

It was then she noticed how nicely he was dressed, the slacked pants, the pressed shirt. Giving a smile of her own now, she invited him in while she ran upstairs to ready herself. She had been the one to tell him that her birthday was just like any other day and while he had objected on the spot, he didn’t fight her very hard. Since then, he had been quiet about the subject, choosing to keep his plans quiet in order to avoid her further protesting.

“Where are we going?” she asked, descending the stairs nearly an hour later as she pushed an earring into her lobe, purse tucked under her arm.

Semi smiled, leaning to finally kiss her before taking her hand. “Be patient,” was his simple answer before they were making their way out the door.

His plan unfolded slowly throughout the night. A dinner out - nicer than any place they had gone before - followed by a small concert of street performers on their way to their next destination. There they were able to sit in a wide expanse of grass, his arm and a blanket wrapped around her, their eyes towards the sky as glittering stars above them flew through the sky. Really, most of the night was just coincidence. He had planned on the dinner and stargazing. The band and the meteor shower that came along with them were something he felt he was being graced with and he wasn’t about to deny it if she had given him credit.

She pressed a kiss to his cheek, body snuggling closer. “This is the greatest birthday ever.”

anonymous asked:

Aomine 🙌

(Just a friendly reminder to everyone: in case you’re wondering, my askbox is not open to any requests, I’m doing this for personal enjoyment. Read here for full explanation.)

ft. Aomine the fuckboi and studious reader


Originally posted by hanamiyaslips

The whole university probably knows of how fervently Aomine (the typical drop-dead sexy athlete on sports scholarship) is pursuing you (the typical smart student with nothing less than an A in your results) as a love interest, thanks to his not-so-subtle methods. You’ve been giving him the cold shoulder since the start of his pursuit because he seems like one of those dangerous boys that is going to give you the greatest time of your life, only to leave you in the dust later on. You’ve been there before—you sure as hell are not going there again.

That proves to be an exceptionally hard task, however. Aomine is the epitome of god-like physique and ensnaring personality. You’re a mere mortal who’s easily seduced by sinful delicacies like him, but your strong will is commendable, at the least. Aomine probably has a strong sense of smell akin to a goddamn beast—he somehow knows you’re attracted to him and that’s probably what keeps him going.

It’s no surprise to the whole student body that you’re pinned against the lockers by said boy one fine day; they’re all used to this kind of events happening ever since Aomine has his eyes on you. You’re also already rather accustomed to being ambushed from behind your back every day or two, and you no longer react with a shocked gasp while dropping your stuff all over the floor like the first time he did this to you. Instead, you sigh, turning to find Aomine with a smug smirk on his face and a hand resting on the locker beside your head.

Funny. Three months ago, other students passing by would’ve gawked in surprise at what’s happening between Aomine and you, but now, after their initial 0.1s shock of his hand slamming against metal, they proceed to go on with their lives. The two of you are ignored.

“How can I help you, Aomine-san?”

“Good morning, ___________,” he purrs, the richness of his voice like dark chocola—NO. YOU DID NOT JUST THINK THAT.

“…good morning.” You begrudgingly reply. “If you’re just dropping by for a greeting, then please excuse me, because—”

“Now, now,” he lightheartedly say as he blocks your attempts of escape. Narrowed eyes stare at him, conveying the well-masked anger you have for him and his behavior. “It’s still early, and your class starts in half an hour, right?”

It slips your mind how he manages to memorize your schedule. You sigh again.

“You know I’m not interested, Aomine-san.”

“I came to meet you to present a new bargain,” he counters. 

“Like I said, I’m—”

“Once you’re mine, I’ll treat you just like my homework.”

As if it’s a natural reflex, you scoff at his face. Aomine? Homework? Imagining him talking about homework is something as impossible as putting an elephant into a beer can. Preposterous. Silly!

“Which is what?” You snarkily reply. “Ignoring me for weeks on end and copying from someone else’s when the deadline is close?”

He brings his other hand against the lockers with such agility and power that another loud slam resounds right beside your ear, and this time you are more than surprised. A pinch of fear seeps into your blood as you realize that Aomine has trapped you between his arms and his face is really close. Your breath hitches when he dips his head down to position his lips against your ear.

No, he breathes, and at that moment you can feel your legs growing weak at the sensation of cold air against your skin. 

I’ll slam you on the table and do you all night long.

With that, Aomine leaves a peck on your cheek before pulling away to wink raunchily at you. 

“Bye, sweetheart,” he smirks, walking away from the scene to god knows where, leaving you alone in front of the lockers as you watch his retreating back. You’re flushed and your face is red hot in a mix of embarrassment and anger, but for the first time in three months of Aomine’s pursuit, your heart feels like it’s pounding out of your ribcage.

anonymous asked:

Can I get a scenario where matsukawa, kuroo and semi have a crush on a new part time trainer at their gym? (She got that big booty going on back there 👀)

I seriously love this, Anon. I can totally see these three standing around the water fountain together, heads bobbing up and down as she does her daily set of curl ups! LOL.

He could pretend and say that he wasn’t sure why he did it, but as he walked into the gym that day, Matsukawa knew that would be the biggest lie he ever told anybody. Seeing her there as she guided another girl down into the final squat of their set. And, holy shit, he wanted her to do that over his face– but! That wasn’t why he was here. He was here for his very much not needed training session: with her.

Taking his time in strolling to the water fountain where he filled his bottle, he watched as she finished up with the other girl, her smile beaming. They parted and he was about to move towards her when he stopped and stared - stared hard - at the way her head tipped back as she drank her water. Every curve was accentuated by the pose of her body and it took everything inside him to drop his eyes to the ground and conjure up the disturbing sight of Oikawa’s bare ass bent over the locker room bench reaching for only god knew what.

“Matsukawa Issei?” she questioned when he had finally gone through his process of shudders to approach her.

“Present,” he smiled when he saw the corner of her lip twitch up. He would pretend not to know how to do a proper push-up for years if it meant getting to spend time with her.

The first time he caught sight of her, he thought he was going to fall from the tread he was running on. Kuroo’s stumble was loud, though he managed to catch himself, hands tight on the rails next to him as he regained his balance and slowed his pace. With a heavy breath, he lifted his gaze, catching the small laugh that came from her as she was turning away from him, witnessing his whole fumble.

The heat that rose to his cheeks had nothing to do with how heavily he was breathing or how hard he had been pushing himself, and he wished it were. Regaining his previous speed, he kept his eyes on the time before him for a few moments. Curiosity got the better of him far too quickly, because his gold orbs were rising once again to take in the form of her spotting another on the bench press. Considering she was wearing a shirt with the gym logo on it - which by no means looked bad on her - he assumed she was a new trainer.

Which was just perfect really. So goddamn perfect, because he really needed another distraction that wasn’t Lev whining about how sweaty he was getting. She really was the perfect distraction. And when those eyes rose to meet with his again, Kuroo could feel himself almost trip a second time as he tried to avoid being caught staring. He swore he heard her chuckle from across the gym and just knew this was going to be a good thing.

Semi felt himself choke on the water that was sliding down his throat when he saw her, body moving swiftly across from the individual she was guiding. He saw her mouth moving as she pressed her strong body to the floor, lift it and step into a wide push-up position all without seeming to break a sweat. Never before had he seen her there before and he had to admit he wasn’t disappointed in seeing her there now.

Swallowing hard, he found himself stepping closer, eyes locked on her form as she moved, her knees touching down as she continued to motivate the person across from her. Instantly, he wished he were the one she were speaking to or, better yet, maybe they could be working together. Their bodies moving and reacting off one another, it was something Semi had never really been interested in until just that moment. After all, who would be upset about a body like that being pressed against their own even if it did burn as they did.

“Better sign up for a session if you’re gonna stare at me that intently,” her voice sounded within his ears, calling over to him, causing him to freeze instantly. Their eyes met and there was nothing keeping the red from rising into his cheeks, his mouth opening to speak with nothing coming out. She laughed, leaning back onto her heels, her hands resting on her hips as she turned to face him, “I have a spot open on Thursday.”

And the relentless teasing that Tendou delivered was entirely worth it.

anonymous asked:

Could you write a fic where it's Snape who meets when the Dursleys are staying in Cokeworth?

Uncle Vernon stopped at last outside a gloomy-looking hotel on the outskirts of a big city. Dudley and Harry shared a room with twin beds and damp, musty sheets. Dudley snored but Harry stayed awake, sitting on the windowsill, staring down at the lights of passing cars and wondering…

Like shootin’ fish in a barrel, son!  

His father’s words rang in his head as he strolled from the pub.  He hadn’t intended to fleece the group.  Not like when he was younger, and was cajoled by his desperate father. This time, mired in guilt, he threw the last few hands, and pretended his winning streak was over.  

The men commiserated his loss with good humour and camaraderie, but Severus didn’t need to use Legilimency to read their relief.  There had been at least a fortnight’s wage on the table, and he wasn’t entirely convinced that any of the men were still working.  Gambling was no laughing matter in a backwater pub in Cokeworth.

And him, a well-paid teacher.  He could afford to lose ten times over.  He should’ve known better.  

But old habits die hard, and he could almost hear his father’s greed hollering in his ear.  He never threw a hand back then, not when losing a hand could mean the household starving for the rest of the week.  He still couldn’t eat stew as an adult, no matter how upmarket the offering was.  Gourmet stew, indeed.  He could almost feel the oily, watery broth that had coated his fingers as he scooped a bowl from the cauldron; no chunks of meat to be found, and merely vegetable peel for flavour.

No.  He never threw a hand back then.

It was only the time his father had seen any worth in magic.  Comin’ down for a pint, eh, son? I’ll stand yer one.  And then he’d lower his voice to a whisper so Eileen wouldn’t hear.  And bring that witchy mind readin’ brain of yers with yer.  Don’t think yer just goin’ to sit quiet in the corner with a bleedin’ book.

He kicked angrily at a stone on the pavement.  “Why d’yer do this to yerself, Sev lad?” he muttered.  His accent was stronger in these streets.  He shouldn’t have had that last pint.  He always got maudlin after one too many.  He always got maudlin in Cokeworth.

He turned a corner, and followed the main street out of town.  Spinner’s End was in the other direction, far from the train station, far from civilisation – but Severus always walked to the outskirts, and then Apparated to his house.  He preferred to arrive directly in his bedroom when he’d had a few pints; he could collapse straight into bed, and it saved exchanging trivialities with the neighbours.  It took all of his effort to remain polite during the day – with a few Muggle pints in his system, Severus wasn’t quite sure of what he might say.

He glanced up.  The stars weren’t visible – too much light pollution.  Too much pollution full stop.  

And then he saw him. Four storeys up, his face pressed against the glass of a dirty window.

James fucking Potter.

Severus stopped, and turned. His spin was rather less impressive without his voluminous teaching robes, but despite his alcohol intake, the movement was smooth.  He took several steps back and peered at the window, where a small boy with glasses, and messy black hair was peering right back at him.

He wasn’t going mad.

It wasn’t James Potter.

Not with that distinctive scar.

Severus’ heart thudded in his chest.  He stared at the boy for a long moment, and eventually, timidly, the boy raised his hand in the slightest of waves.  

After a few seconds, Severus nodded, and continued on his way.

Harry silently watched as the thin man with long, straight hair hurried down the street.  He glanced back over at Dudley, who was still snoring loudly, and sighed.


“I thought he lived in Surrey,” Severus shouted, banging the door as he strode in, incongruously dressed in his Muggle attire.

“All right, Severus,” Minerva said, sharply.  “I’ve heard quite enough.”  She opened the log of which letters had been sent to which student, and her jaw dropped as she flicked to Harry Potter’s record.

Most children had a single entry next to their name:  Draco Malfoy – letter sent by OWL, RSVP received.

Harry James Potter didn’t have just one entry.  He had thirty nine pages.  

Severus stood behind Minerva, and peered at the pages with her.  “Don’t you check these?”

“At the weekend.  It gives families chance to send confirmation,” she said, defensively.  “There’s usually no need to chase anyone up.  These are all pureblood and halfblood families, Severus, remember?”

“Halfblood he might be,” Severus harrumphed, “but he lives with Muggles.”

“Muggles who know fully well what he is,” Minerva corrected.  “Dumbledore did suggest he’d send Hagrid to retrieve him if there was any trouble,” she added, but Severus wasn’t really listening.

“The address keeps changing,” he said, pointing at the page.  “What does this mean?  Cupboard under the stairs?  The smallest bedroom?”

Minerva gave him a horrified look.  “The addresses are automatic.”

“Hundreds of these,” Severus said, flipping the pages.  “And now, look!  Tomorrow’s entry – Railview Hotel, Cokeworth!  That’s where I saw him.”

“Perhaps they went on holiday?”

“To Cokeworth?” Severus snorted.  “Nobody goes to Cokeworth on holiday.”

“You were there.  This is your holiday.”

Severus gave her a scathing look.  “I had the misfortune of being born there.”  He tensed. “They’re running from it.  They think they can outrun the owls.”

“Whatever for?” Minerva polished her glasses on her sleeve.  “You don’t seriously think those awful Muggles would keep Harry from attending Hogwarts?”

When she put her glasses back on, he’d gone.

They ate stale cornflakes and cold tinned tomatoes on toast for breakfast the next day. They had just finished when the owner of the hotel came over to their table.

“’Scuse me, but is one of you Mr. H. Potter? Only I got about an ’undred of these at the front desk.”

She held up a letter so they could read the green ink address:

Mr. H. Potter
Room 17
Railview Hotel

Harry made a grab for the letter but Uncle Vernon knocked his hand out of the way. The woman stared.

“I’ll take them,” said Uncle Vernon, standing up quickly and following her from the dining room.

Vernon’s heavy footsteps stomped down the hallway, and Severus slipped in through the door.  He’d sat in Vernon’s place before anyone even realised he’d entered the room.

“Mornin’,” he said, cheerfully, and picked up Vernon’s half-finished cup of tea.

Petunia was so horrified, she couldn’t speak.  Her mouth kept forming the same strange ‘o’ shape.  Dudley clouted her on the back, assuming she was choking on a cornflake.

Harry’s eyes widened. “You’re the man I saw last night,” he said.

“I am,” he said, leaning his head down to Harry.  “And I have a very special letter for you.”

“Oh!” Petunia finally spoke, and Severus straightened up.

“Where’s my letter?” demanded Dudley.

“You don’t want one of those horrid letters,” Petunia snapped.  “And neither does he, Snape!”

Harry didn’t think it was possible to be more shocked.  “You know this man, Aunt Petunia?”

“Off to your room, Harry,” Severus said sternly, passing him an envelope.

“You know my name!”

“-and keep that letter safe.”

Harry gave a sharp nod, and fled to his hotel room.  Dudley moved to go with him, but Severus’ slender hand gripped his upper arm.  He dropped his Cokeworth accent, and slipped back into his most impressive schoolmaster tone.  “And where do you think you’re going?”

Dudley swallowed hard. Ordinarily, he’d scream and shout, and stamp his feet – but the man’s black eyes were unnerving.  He slid back onto his seat.

“Not my son, Snape,” Petunia whispered, horrified.  “You can take the other one, but please, not my Duddy.”

“Nobody wants your Duddy,” Severus sneered.

“Fine,” she snapped.  “You’ve-”

“Obliviate.  Stupefy.  Muffliato.”

Petunia’s scream was high pitched, and she lunged for the thin man.  “What have you done to him?  My Duddikins! Duddy!”  She looked around helplessly, amazed that nobody else had moved an inch. “What have you done?”

“No-one can hear you,” Severus said, in an almost bored tone.  “I merely wiped the boy’s memory of events.  He will wake shortly, and he won’t have any knowledge of this meeting.”

Petunia calmed, and sniffed. “And Harry?”

“I think it best that both you and Harry remember what happened here.”  He flicked his wand, lifting the Muffliato spell.  “Send Dudley up to pack in five minutes.  It’ll give you time to decide what to tell that oaf of a husband of yours.”

Severus rapped on the door. “Harry?”

The door slid open, and Harry beamed at him.  “Is this true?  Is this all true?  I’m a wizard? Are you a wizard?”

Severus nodded, and ushered the boy through the door.

“Do you work at the school?” Harry asked, excitedly.  “Can we go now?”

“We cannot go now,” Severus intoned, “for Hogwarts has broken up for the summer.  But yes, I work at the school.”

“What do you do?”

“I teach Potions.”  At Harry’s puzzled look, he smiled.  “It’s like Chemistry.  Only magical.”

“Are there forms?”


“I went to the open day at Stonewall High,” Harry explained.  “And they put you in a form.  Mine was-”

“We call them houses,” Severus interrupted.

“Yes, that’s it!” Harry looked cheered, and then turned back to the letter.  “It doesn’t say which house I am going to be in?”

“Nobody knows until you turn up.”

“Oh.”  Harry thought for a moment.  “What’s your house?”

Severus smiled.  “I was put into Slytherin.”  He smiled more broadly again.  “I am very proud to say that I am the Head of Slytherin.”

“Slytherin?  That’s a funny name.”

Severus gave a tight smile. “Isn’t it just?”  He patted the small boy on the shoulder.  “Enough now, Harry.  You need to pack your things before your cousin comes upstairs.”


“It won’t be long until you’re at Hogwarts,” he said.  “For now, just keep yourself out of trouble.”

“Sir?  Do you think I could be in Slytherin?”

Severus paused for a long moment, and then shut the door.  He pulled out his wand and spun on his heel.  “Obliviate!  Stupefy!”

He picked the stunned boy up, shocked at how light the limp child was.  He gently rested him on the bed and sighed.  “Your mother was in Gryffindor.”

With that, he slipped out of the building.

And Harry pulled his head out of the pensieve.

anonymous asked:

Who else should we turn into meremaids? The list could be long or short. Who could be sailors or victims of the mermaids? (Ushijima as sailour could be fun. Like oikawa tries to lure him in the deep ocean but "that sailour is denser than tobio"- rambels oikawa while he lies on tobes butt) I am sorry tell me to stop!!! Or make a save word loke mandarin kid or ah.... can in your oppinion meremaids cry? And if so what doas come out? (As child i thoght that they cry perls)

My fave candidate other than Kage and Oikawa is Semi actually.

I also like imagining Shirabu as one, angsting over Semi being dense af while he’s highkey jelly that Oikawa and Kageyama got together while his own dumbass crush is just floating in the water obliviously and let me tell you.

I can add Sakusa as their extremely salty clan leader or second in line or something and lowkey form a love triangle bc world needs more sakukage

I actually can see Daichi being their leader (if they have one) but not much of the rest of karasuno tbh. I tried to picture tsuki as a merman and it gave me a headache lol he’s just surprisingly unsuitable for it??somehow??idek why?

Miya twins = Oikawa’s true enemy and “tobio’s best buddies uwu” (hint: they are not.). Everytime they’re around Kageyama has to physically stop Oikawa from tail-slapping them to deathadfjs. He doesn’t get the problem between them and everyone refrains from explaining it to him (lol). Kageyama bribes him with “If you behave, I will let you sleep on my butt. Just this once. >__> ” “( •⌓• ) YEAY! (๑و•̀ω•́)و” “Shut it (-‸ლ)” (Kageyama is totally lying about the ‘just this once’ lol Oikawa has mastered the puppy eyes long ago, that butt will be slept on either way)


But it would be funny if Ushijima was totally immune to merpeople’s charm LMAO. While everyone acts creepily under effect he would be like “??? Yes, that’s an extraordinary supernatural phenomenon but please refrain from jumping into the water, Tendou. It’s winter, you’ll get sick.” 

Bokuto as a sailor tho. BOKUTO AS A SAILOR THO. Bokuto recklessly jumping from one adventure to another and accidentally meeting Oikawa and Kageyamasfjsdhgdf now this is my aesthetic ( ◡‿◡ ♡)

So I feel like if I’m gonna describe what it’s like for me to be nonverbal I think you also need the context of how I am when I am verbal too. Words don’t always come out right or in the right order. A lot of the time I will forget to say words that are extremely important for context, or I forget words all together but know the meaning of what I want to say. Speaking out loud for the most part is very draining for me, unless it’s about a special interest.

I tend to go nonverbal in the evenings as that’s when I’m lowest on spoons, but it also happens for many other reasons or randomly. Sometimes I can make noises to agree or disagree. Sometimes it hurts to make any noise, or even thinking about trying to speak or make a noise hurts. Sometimes I want to speak and am just physically incapable of speaking.

When I’m nonverbal I find signing to be the easiest way to communicate. But I also type a lot cause it can be faster (for now at least)

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anonymous asked:

Okay, Yahaba is precious but so is Semi. They are one of my favourites so how about a polyamorous relationship? Something cute and fluffy. But I wouldn't say no to some NSFW wink wink

You’re right, Anon, they are precious and they need the luvz!

It was hard to really say when their relationship had started. And if you asked each of them individually, they would give you different answers. For Yahaba, it was the spontaneous threesome they had after drinking too much at that one party. For Semi it was the morning after when they all woke up, naked bodies sore and heads hungover as they pulled closer together. And for them, it was before all of that, back when nervous subtle touches were exchanged without knowing if they were okay.

But they all supposed it didn’t matter in the end. For they were where they were now, happy and comfortable in their small pile on the large couch they managed to find at a rummage sale down the street. Semi laid along the length of it, his head laying back against the armrest, a book hovering above his head. They laid over him, head on his chest listening to the steady beat of his heart, their eyes absently absorbing information from the television. Yahaba came swooping in with a blanket not too long after, pressing in against them on top of Semi, demanding they make room. It took some adjusting, but they were finally settled, bodies pressed tightly together with Semi in the middle, his arms draped over each of his lovers, book forgotten.

Most nights typically ended here, soft kisses exchanged between the three, fingers lightly tracing patterns on skin or through locks of hair. They were just like any other relationship, they had their fights, they said things they regretted, they apologized, and they worked hard for what they wanted: each other. It wasn’t easy in the slightest, especially in the beginning. There was no guiding book or advise on how to have a proper polyamorous relationship, so they had to figure it out through trial and error. Despite that, it was worth it all - the ups and the downs - to be where they were now.

They smiled against Semi’s neck, their fingers intertwined tightly with Yahaba’s, and everything seemed so perfect in that moment. And they knew that the moments would continue to be perfect from there on out. Their lips were captured by the elder’s while the younger boy’s hand pressed its way under their shirt, taking hold of whatever flesh he could find there. A hum left them as they slowly shifted again, this time needing to accommodate a more intimate degree of tangling their bodies together. Because no matter the struggles - physical or emotional - they would do this together until the end.

anonymous asked:

hello! your info box says you are open to requests and your info page says you might be interested in pairings other than those you listed, so would you be interested in writing semi eita/hinata (semihina)? maybe them meeting up after the shira match and just clicking together and hinata inviting semi to play volleyball together or hang out? i read your tensemi fic on ao3 and i love your characterizations of both tendou and semi. and also a++++ writing. and i'm sorry if this is a bother.

Thank you for requesting! And yes, I love this pairing, so I really enjoyed this ;3 Thank you for all the patience!! And I’m so glad you liked the tensemi week works, as well as their characterizations! That really means a lot! And you’re not a bother at all - thanks for dropping in, asking, and leaving me with some awesome feedback!

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“Hey! Kid! Number ten!”

The kid leapt up, almost as though he’d been electrocuted, before he hit the ground and whipped around, amber eyes wide, hair still damp with sweat. His mouth popped open and he straightened up, limbs snapping in until he was almost ramrod straight and stiffer than a board. “H-hi! You’re the pinch server, right? Ah… Sumi?”

Semi managed to keep it to a thin-lipped smile as he shook his head and stilled a few steps from the young player. “Not

anonymous asked:

I don't know Shirotozawa has got manager bu can you draw Shirotozawa's manager fangirling over Oikawa? And Aoba Johsai and Shirotozawa's reactions about it? (sorry for my bad english)

i dont know if they have a manager at shiratorizawa, but if they do, i want it to be a boy ;u;

im gonna name him Mamoru