semi stand

« I do not regret it! If I had my choice again, I would only change how fast I ran…»

Patrick Rothfuss: The Name of The Wind.

Encanis page 181.

Em Dashes

A lot of people use semi-colons wrong because they know there’s supposed to be a pause in their sentence that they know isn’t quite a comma, so they think it must be that mysterious semi-colon. Usually, it’s actually supposed to be an em dash (—), which in some ways is more mysterious!

The em dash is the longest of the three dashes and most often used for interruptions. Interruptions in speech, in action, in thought. It’s also a great syntax addition for fight scenes, since it makes the narrative seem quick and unexpected and jolting from side to side like a fight scene should be. Read your em dash sentences out loud until you get a feel for how its pause compares to the pause of a comma. It’s a heartbeat longer. If a comma is one beat of pause, then I see an em dash as two beats of pause.

In this first example, the em dash is used to give an aside to the reader. It’s like a btw sort of moment, which can sometimes be replaced with commas or parenthesis. I think the em dashes are most suitable when your aside is decently long.

Her neighbor, Frank, is always blasting music.

Her neighbor—the one who always blasts the music—is named Frank.

My mischievous neighbor, Vince, seemed to have a knack for graveyard cavorting.

Vince—more often called (in a raised and angry voice) Vincent Price Ramsey—seemed to have a knack for graveyard cavorting.

Next up, here’s the em dash as a replacement for the semi-colon. Kinda like a slang or shortened sentence. Semi-colons have to connect two independent clauses—meaning each side of the semi-colon could stand alone as its own complete sentence. If you don’t want to do that, try an em dash:

I thought hanging out would be great—a chance to finally see the city, just like Aunt Lillian wanted.

I thought hanging out would be great; it would be a chance to finally see the city, just like Aunt Lillian wanted.

There was a headstone hardly a foot from where I’d emerged—dark grey stone a few inches thick and maybe as high as my knee.

There was a headstone hardly a foot from where I’d emerged; it was made of dark grey stone a few inches thick and maybe as high as my knee.

Sometimes, you can use an em dash to have a speaker correct themselves, or interrupt themselves to amend their sentence.

I could see the blur of the graveyard behind him—through him—

Similar to the last example, it can be used to interrupt a sentence in order to add additional information about the sentence. Often you can use a comma in this situation, too, so try to think of syntax and how that additional beat of pause changes things. In this case, Alice has just seen a ghost for the first time, so her mind is a bit too shocked for the normal pause of a comma. Read both. Doesn’t the one with the em dash sound more shocked or surprised, while the comma makes it sound like a simple observation?

He was glowing pale—almost tinged in cold blue.

He was glowing pale, almost tinged in cold blue.

Of course, it could be an interruption. It could be someone interrupting another in speech, one action interrupting another, or a character’s thoughts interrupting themselves. Here I’ll include the sentence with the em dash and the sentence following, so you can see the thing interrupted and the interruption.

You can have an action interrupt a character’s thoughts. For the first one, Alice is in a creepy situation and completely focused on something else, so when something touches her elbow, she’s shocked out of her thoughts. For the second one, Tristan is listening for an enemy when the enemy makes a move and startles him into action.

As far as I could tell it was some kind of berry—

An icy contact on my elbow broke my resolve, and I screamed until an equally cold hand clamped over my mouth.

The night was still, and yet—

Something whistled through the air. Tristan jerked backwards, narrowly avoiding an incoming dagger.

Here we have one character interrupting another in dialogue. Pretty self-explanatory.

“I’m not going to—”

Mom’s voice in the receiver cut me off. “At least consider it.”

“After all, you’re only a—”

“If you even say girl,” I interrupted, “I’ll stab you, I swear.”

The next one is part of a fight scene, so Alice’s thoughts are interrupting themselves as soon as she thinks them. She throws up an idea, “iron,” but interrupts herself from further exploring that idea, and instead casts it out. In a fight, you don’t have time to think out long, eloquent ideas. Your thoughts should come in fragments. Stab. Punch. Dodge. Swing. Would this work? No. How about this? Maybe. The em dash can help get across this uneven jolting of thoughts.

Iron—no use. I’d dropped the knife when her damn vines ensnared me, and the nails were in my pockets and out of reach. Blood—there were possibilities there.

Continuing in fight scenes, em dashes can have action interrupt action. Don’t just throw them in willy nilly, but if you have a chance for an em dash, jump on it. Instead of a word like “suddenly,” it makes it feel suddenly. Ups the tension. Em dashes are about interruption, and what is a fight scene but two people interrupting each other’s attempts to kill the other? This is especially useful for the last line in a paragraph during a fighting scene, because it’s a nice place to have one action interrupt another.

I snatched it—slit across my hand—

And stabbed her through the heart.

His swords whistled through the air—

A clean “X” appeared on the imp’s back, severing its body into four neat chunks.

So yeah, I’m basically obsessed with em dashes and I use more of them than the majority of writers. (At 72k words, my current project has 22 semi-colons and 344 em dashes. So. Yeah. Not to mention the length of this post…) Em dashes are way cool and can add a lot to your writing even though they’re just another form of punctuation. Syntax helps your reader into the mindset you’re going for, and em dashes can be a great, powerful part of that syntax!


tough guy | biker!jooheon drabble

lee jooheon | to everyone in your city, lee jooheon is a force to be reckoned with. to his gang members, he’s their fearless and strong leader. but to you? he’s the boyfriend who forgot to bring home eggs like you asked four times. | 2,325 words. | fluff. | for @minsugadotcom‘s request :) 

Originally posted by the-k-addict

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Merry Christmas, Saka! :> I hope you like this little jotakak drawing! Come talk to me about jojo sometime :D 

A happy reunion

I can’t believe that I’m finally getting to see you; the girl that’s been on my mind for so long. It seems like it’s been forever since I saw you last. My heart starts to race as I begin planning what’s going to happen. As I get closer and closer to your place, my mind floods with all of these small romantic ideas, that eventually turn into panicked thoughts when I figure out they aren’t good enough. “ stark, she deserves better than that. Come on man, think.” I say to myself as another mediocre idea takes form. Unfortunately, the clock runs out. I pull into her driveway, with no plan whatsoever. My palms instantly start sweating as I approach the door slowly, shuffling nervously up the walkway. “ just cut your losses. She probably didn’t hear your car pull in, you could just turn around and leave. No one would know.” Except I would know. I don’t think I’ve wanted anything else more in my life. Thinking of that gives me a refreshing splash of confidence as I reach the door. If you want something, you go get it. I knock on the door, standing semi-confidently preparing myself for what’s on the other side. Foot steps approach, and she opens the door. I look up to see the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. The kind that look innocent, but cut right through you to your core. I’m stunned. She stands there in a beautiful sundress, looking at me for a moment. I forget how to speak, I can’t say anything. Luckily she breaks me free from my silent prison. “ you’re here!” She shrieks happily, running to me, wrapping her arms around my neck as she jumps up into my arms for a hug. She begins barraging me with kisses, her cheeks wet with tears. Holding her, I walk through the door and shut it behind me. “ you have no idea how happy I am to see you moon ( her nickname. She’s the sun, the moon, and all of the stars to me. I call her moon for short)”. Between kisses, she says “ stark…sooo many miles…. so happy…. to see you… don’t talk”. Our kisses continue, becoming less frantic and more loving. I kick off my shoes and her legs wrap around me as I walk over and sit down on the couch, her on my lap. She runs her fingers through my hair, instantly comforting me, sending my head to rest on her chest. After just a moment I begin kissing her her skin exposed on her chest, and up her neck. My hands find their place on her hips as our lips meet again. Her hands grasp both sides of my head as she pulls me in. I give her deep passionate kisses, leaving us both breathing heavily. I use one hand to pull her strap off of her shoulder, exposing it to my warm lips as I kiss across her collar bone. Her hands go down to the bottom of my shirt. She slips them under and presses her soft hand on my abs. My hands slowly scrunch up her dress until they’re resting on her bare skin. Electricity is coursing through her skin into my fingertips. It feels like my hands are tingling. She then pulls back her kiss, lifts my shirt up and takes it off, exposing my skin to the cool air. my hands go to the small of her back inside of her dress, and I give her goose bumps as I lightly trace shapes with my fingertip, driving her wild. Her hands got to my belt buckle then my zipper, making quick work of the clothing I have left. Our pulses quicken, our breath becomes more ragged, our touch, more aggressive. We start to feel it more and more, the magnetic attraction. My hands go back down to her hips and my fingers hook inside the waist band of her panties. I pull and rip them, making sure not to hurt her. I throw the piece of cloth across the room. She gets up quickly, strips my pants and boxers off me, and then returns to her previous position on my lap as lust grows between us, she begins to rock her hips back and forth on my lap, rubbing against my hardening member. I reach up and free her other shoulder from its strap, and pull down on the dress slightly, exposing her beautiful breasts, ready for my touch. We keep grinding as I lightly kiss, suck, and tease her hard nipples, driving her wild. She lifts her body up, sending me a message that she can’t wait any longer, and neither can I. I line up my now throbbing cock, and she slowly lowers herself on it, pushing further and further until her body won’t allow any more. My hands go to her waist, and I control her as I swirl my hips and thrust upwards causing her to moan. I allow her to push back down, driving my cock deeper into her. She lets out a small whimper as my finger finds her clit, and starts light slow strokes. After a few minutes of this treatment, I feel her start to squeeze me inside of her. The friction and the thought of her cumming is too much. Our pace quickens and my fingers grip her amazing toned ass tightly as we climax together. She grabs my hair and pulls my head back as I let out a growl. In the very last moments, our lips come together and our tongues twist together as her body begins to shake, and my muscles harden, rocking our hips together as we both orgasm.

Bound to Happen (Part 10), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.

Words: 1,163

Author’s Note: I know this very much feels like an ending, but there will be more, I promise!

Warnings: As always, a slow burn. (Which isn’t so slow anymore) NSFW talk but no actual smut.

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Lin held his breath for as long as he could, eyes staring unseeing at the wall on his side of the bed.

His side. He had a fucking side. He nearly giggled at that idea.

With a deep breath he took the plunge, shifting on the mattress to chance a peek at you. He was greeted with the smooth expanse of your bare back illuminated by the late morning sun.

The steady rise and fall confirmed your sleeping state still and Lin rolled back to his original position.

He had to play this right. He had to be smooth and cool and romantic as shit. He could roll over just as you began to stir and press a gentle kiss to your shoulder, softly brushing aside your hair.

He felt the mattress shift and he tensed, all of his plans quickly thrown away. He listened as the bed creaked with the abandonment of your presence. The padding of your bare feet against the hardwood signaled your hasty collection of your discarded clothes.

As you sneaked into his bathroom, he flung himself out of the bed, boxers pulled over his hips and a new shirt dragged down his torso. He collected himself before following you, noticing you left the door cracked open.

“You don’t have to sneak off.” He started, catching you just as you were pulling on your shirt.

“I know.” You smiled, running your hands through your disheveled hair. “I just have to be back at work in an hour and I’m sure you have somewhere important to be.”

You sighed as you pressed your hands flat against his chest, the all too familiar smell of his cologne now lingering on your clothes.

“Definitely not running after last night.” You eyes flickered back to his bedroom through the open door. The wrinkled sheets and clutter on the floor the only evidence left.

“Okay.” You pursed his lips for you, and you obliged with a single chaste kiss, “Have fun at work.” You maneuvered past him, only to be met with a single playful slap to your rear. “Change lives.”

“You too.” With that, you left him standing half-naked in his bedroom to collect your shoes and hail a cab before the morning rush.

As you settled into the backseat, using whatever sparse supplies from your purse that allowed you to pull your appearance into something vaguely resembling presentable, you couldn’t help but muse about how easy it all was.

All the late night thought years ago of what it might be like to be with Lin seemed silly now. You were adults, you were mature, you could handle this. Still, that was many, many years ago.

And you didn’t even know where you stood.

You were busy adults, and throwing a semi-one night stand into the mix could only push you further into confusion. Thinking back to the feeling of his body against yours, you couldn’t help but feel like it was a confusion you were happy to embrace.

It was another week before either of you had enough time for one another. A cast party - one with unlimited supplies of alcohol and hours of Broadway stars singing along to karaoke versions of top twenty hits.

Lin was cradling a half-finished beer as you sipped on a margarita Pippa swore by. Everything was laughter and light-heartedness and it felt like it did nearly ten years ago.

“I wanted to talk to you before you left.” Lin leaned over to avoid the eavesdropping voices of his cast-mates. You scanned the venue, landing on a propped open back door. You nodded in the direction and he immediately started tugging you towards it, abandoning your drinks on the table.

You held your arms to brace against the cold night wind as Lin started pacing back and forth. The light snow on the floor now had a Lin shaped path etched in the center.

“You look like your head’s about to explode.” You chided, moving forward to block his never ending path, “Is this about-”

“When we fucked?”

“Well, I was going to put it a little more delicately than that.” You laughed, trying to break the cold atmosphere a bit.

Lin couldn’t help but smile as well.

“I know we’re both busy.” Lin nodded along to this statement, “We don’t have to figure this out right away.”

“We don’t?” Lin’s eyebrow quirked in question.

“We’re adults, I think we can go a few weeks without the whole ‘Is he gonna call me? What does she think I should do? Are we exclusive?’ shit.” Lin giggled at the teasing tone you took on.

“I agree.” His smile was easy. As easy as the one he had worn after collapsing into bed that night - as if he had been waiting for it as long as you had.

“Us being together, it was bound to happen eventually.” You tugged at the lapel of his jacket, just so your bands had something to do. “We’re just both very stressed and this is an added pressure if we let it be.”

Well,” He drawled, a mischievous glint appearing in his eye, “I’m sure we can find something to do that would ease a bit of our stress.”

Which is how you found yourselves bouncing from anticipation in a shared cab. Your apartment was closer than his house - only by a few minutes but you were making every second count,

You already had your keys ready in your hand as the cab driver attempted small talk, ignorant to the heated glances Lin kept shooting you.

You inspected him for a moment - his casual blazer that would soon be vacant. His long hair pulled back, you would have to remedy that as soon as you could. You half wanted to reach over in that moment to pull it loose.

The cab stopped in front of your building.

Even though you had agreed to share the cab, Lin paid the whole fare without comment, pushing you quickly up your front steps, cursing as you juggled your keys.

You triumphantly inserted the key into your lock, Lin’s front slotted against your back, clouding your vision.

It wasn’t fumbling hands and involuntary curses this time. It was practiced, smoother, and if you had anything to say about it, it wouldn’t be the last time.

Falling back into the mattress, neither of you could find it in yourselves to fall asleep like you had before. You tucked the blanket up over your chest as Lin stirred next to you.

You glanced over to find him already looking at you.

“We’re horribly good at that.” He smirked, pressing a gentle kiss to your bare collarbone.

You hummed, shifting to tuck yourself against his body, head pressed to his chest. His arm slung over your shoulder, pulling you impossibly closer.

“This isn’t weird, right?” You mumbled, fighting the exhaustion that came with spending the night with Lin.

Nah.” He sighed, eyes fluttering, “Like you said. Bound to happen.”

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All Was Well

Credence Barebone ~ Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Originally posted by freakintasticfan

Newt sees someone he didn’t expect to be alive still.

Requested by: My heart

Written by: Head Honcho

Warning: Mentions of abuse

AN: I just want Credence to be happy. Also, a slight AU that everything is all calm in the Wizarding World. Maybe part 2?


1936 (Give or take a few years)

“Newt, slow down!” Tina calls, trying to keep up with the fast magzoologist.

“Let him be, Teenie. He’s just excited.” Queenie rests a hand on her sister’s arm. “It’s the first time in a while he’s seen a moke.”

“I know but he’s gonna bum–”

“I’m so sorry!” Newt’s voice echoes throughout the streets as turns the corner and collides with someone. The other person drops the stuff that they were carrying with a subtle crash.

“It’s fine.” They assure, squatting down and closing the binder that opened. Thankfully no papers flew out but the box of mug did take some damage.

“Oh, that looks terrible.” Newt lets out a breath at the box of shattered ceramic. “Lemme fix them and get them back to you.” He offers, shyly keeping his eyes at the mess.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s an easy fix.” The other person chuckles, closing the box and standing back up. “Look on the bright side, all my papers aren’t flying in the wind right no–”

“Credence?” Tina questions, almost not recognizing him. The raven hair boy’s, well man’s now, snaps from the box to her. Credence just stands there, mouth agape while he stares at her. Once he places her face to the memory a small painful smile spreads crossed his face.

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Date Gone Wrong- Pt 2

Original Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader and Derek are on a date (first date) and the pack thinks there’s something suspicious about her and so they “sabotage” the date?. The reader gets fed up with it & leaves. Since Derek really likes her, he gets pissed at the pack and tries to get the reader back.

A/N: So, you know where the first part lays in that request. The second part will be Derek trying to get her back, etc. etc. So, enjoy!

Part 1 is here

The couch in your living room felt like it was pulling you deeper into its fluffy pillows. Ever since the pack had sabotaged your date with Derek, you had been angrily mulling around your house. Your daughter didn’t know why her mommy was upset, and you were glad that she didn’t ask. All she did was crawl up beside you to cuddle and watch Disney movies with you.

You had just started to doze off when there was a soft knock at your front door. If you were human, you wouldn’t have heard it, but luckily for you, werewolf senses were available. A small groan left your lips as you glanced down at your sleeping daughter, not really wanting to move and wake her up. The knock came again.

You sighed, shifting out from under your daughter and making your way to the front door. It swung open silently to reveal a semi-pissed, semi-relieved Derek Hale standing on your front porch. Once he realized you opened the door, his face lit up.

“Y/N.” He breathed, staring at you from your head to your toes. You blushed when you realized this was the first time he’s seen you in anything but nice clothes. You tugged at the baggy t-shirt that hung from your shoulders. “Nice pajamas.”

You rolled your eyes at the smirk on his face, but straightened your posture. “What are you doing here?” You asked, crossing your arms.

He shifted on his feet and took a few moments before remembering he had things in his hands. He lifted one from behind his back, revealing a small bouquet of colorful carnations. You gaze softened as you took in the flowers, then the sheepish look on his face.

“I came to win you over for a second chance,” he stated, holding the flowers out for you to take. He glanced behind you just as the wood floor in the foyer creaked. “And I have something for your daughter, too.”

You stepped aside, making room for her to step through the doorway. You took the bouquet as Derek kneeled so he was on your daughters level. His other hand came out from behind his back to reveal a teddy bear, just big enough for your daughter to sleep with at night. Your heart melted.

“I want you to have this,” he whispered, eyes soft and kind. Your daughter reached out and snatched the bear from his hands, hugging it to her chest. “I want you to know that I think about you, too. Not just your mom, okay?”

She nodded, petting the bears head as she stared at Derek. “Okay,” she repeated back. Then, she leaned in and wrapped a small arm around his neck. Shock rippled through you. It was the first time your daughter had shown any sort of interest in any man that you ever introduced her to. “Will you love my mommy?”

Derek glanced up at you before answering. “If she lets me.”

Your heart swelled and you gave him a soft smile. You stepped forward, watching as Derek stood and scooped your daughter into his arms at the same time. “I think you can have another go.”

A grin stretched itself across his face before he leaned in, his lips connecting with yours. Your daughter squealed and pushed against your chest, trying to separate the two of you. You and Derek could only laugh.

A Mutually Beneficial Arrangment

It’s @alienor-woods‘ birthday, and she requested bellarke being intimate, but not necessarily smutty.

Happy Birthday to a wonderful writer and and even better friend– hope you enjoy this, m’dear!

Clarke Griffin


Today is the worst

Clarke Griffin


Don’t ever become a doctor

Bellamy Blake


Too late

Clarke Griffin


Nobody ever bleeds all over a history PhD though

Bellamy Blake


That’s what we want you to think.

Clarke Griffin


It it okay if I come over after my shift?

Bellamy Blake


When are you done?

Clarke Griffin


10 assuming nobody comes in between now and then.

Bellamy Blake


I’ll be here

Clarke set her phone back in her locker and headed back into the emergency room, praying that her scrubs would make it through the rest of the shift.  She’d already gone through two protective aprons, one because of vomit and then another because of blood, and she felt disgusting. Nothing had landed on her skin, but she would have to ask Bellamy if she could shower at his place before they had sex.

It wasn’t particularly romantic, but then again, neither were they.  It started as a supremely clinical arrangement— they were friends, they were both great at sex, and neither of them were currently getting any.  Clarke needed the stress relief from working in the ER and he needed a break from working on his dissertation, they trusted each other, and once they gave it a shot, the sex was phenomenal.  So it became a semi-standing thing, where she’d text him close to the end of her shift or he would stop by her apartment, they’d fuck, and then they’d go back to their lives, slightly more relaxed than before.

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vin-robles  asked:

♒: Vin sits across from him, looking equal parts nervous and puzzled. "So, uh, is there anything you won't let -anyone- do? Like, under -any- circumstances?"

nsfw questions | accepting

If only for the sake of Vin’s unsteady composure, he doesn’t bother teasing her, and instead coins a thoughtful look as he reclines backward, casting a second glance at his nails.

     ❝  Assuming this partner of mine is closer to me than just another nobody I’ve taken to my bed, I wouldn’t say so. I hold enough trust in my non-temporary lovers to be.. flexible. I doubt I could be shown something I haven’t tried before, with very few exceptions in mind. It is… entertaining to test boundaries with one I can trust.    Wherein the question remains; Does he trust this someone enough? Strangers are those he treats differently, holds away in direct contrast to pulling a lover close.

Indeed, the list is lengthy and only continues with ideas he’s almost positive someone like her would never entertain. Whether it involves blood, choking or even whipping. 

The smallest, slyest smile tugs up at the right corner of his mouth.    I doubt you could suggest anything, Vin, that I haven’t done before a dozen times over.  ❞

anonymous asked:

May I have some scenarios with Kuroo and Semi (or Akaashi), separately, when their generally reserved yet sarcastic female s/o attempts to very affectionate and cute for them for a special occasion?

I just did Kuroo and Semi, sorry ;(


It was Kuroo’s birthday today and you wanted to give him a little more than you usually did, after all, he was such a sweetheart to you and was able to put up with you.

Thankfully he was out for the day with Bokuto, so it gave you time to bake him a small cake and set up a small but sweet dinner for the two of you. A few hours later you had finished setting up for Kuroo’s birthday and you rang Bokuto up, waiting for him to answer.

“What’s up?” Bokuto answered as he picked up the phone, you could hear Kuroo talking away in the background, “I’m done now so you could send him back home. Thanks for chilling with him while I got stuff done.” You respond with a smile, Bokuto was such an easy guy to talk to. “Alright, I’ll send him over then. See ya!” Setting your phone down, you ran around making sure every little detail was perfect.

Half an hour passed and Kuroo had finally come home. Opening the door, his voice called out for you as he took his shoes off and smiled when you came into his view. “Wow, you went all out for me didn’t you?” He teased as you walked over to him.

Kuroo’s eyes slightly widened when you slipped your small hand into his large one before showing him to the cake you had made. “You’re lucky I love you because I made it your favorite flavor,” you say as you held the cake in front of him. A smile crossed his lips as he watched you set the cake on the table, lighting the candles.

You gestured him over with your hand and reached over for his hand again as the two of you looked down at the decorated table in front of you. Leaning up, you placed a kiss on his lips, blush crawling on your cheeks and his, “Happy birthday.”


“Semi, I heard you’re leaving practice early today?” Ushijima states as he approaches Semi who was drinking his water on the bench. Wiping his mouth with the bottom of his shirt, he nods, “It’s our anniversary today.”

“What! Aniversary? Semi, I didn’t think you had it in you to keep a girl for this long!” Tendou jokes from behind Ushijima. Frowning at his teammate’s words, He places his water bottle down on the floor beside him, “In case you hadn’t figured it out, (Name) and I are very much in love.”

“She doesn’t seem like she’s that into you though.” Tendou states as Reon approaches the multi-colored hair male, “Maybe they’re just very preserved in their relationship.” He states as Semi nods, “All I see is (Name) and you walking side by side, no hand holding or nothing.” Tendou retorts, watching Semi’s face scrunch up.

Just as Semi is about to reply, the gym doors open and you pop your head through, waving when your eyes land on Semi. Slipping through the crack of the door, you jog over to Semi with a smile and bow gently as his teammates, greeting them.

“Are you ready Eita?” Semi nods and stands up, only to have you wrap yourself around him. Looking up at his teammates, everyone had a shocked look on their face from your sudden contact. “Happy Aniversary! I wanted to show you more affection because you know how I am with affection,” you said sheepishly as you pulled away.

“Th-that’s okay.” Nodding, you reach over to hold his hand and you noticed that it was really warm, “Are you nervous or something?” You ask and he shakes his head, “I’m just getting used to this.” Semi replies honestly as you let out a laugh and kiss his cheek, “That’s cute.”