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mooswords · 3 years

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More than enough

Pairing: semi eita x reader

Word count: 3.4k

Tags: musican au, fluff + soft-angst? its a happy ending i promise

Ramblings: this was going to be something short based around the masterpiece that is sk8er boi but it very quickly got out of hand rip ✌️

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"You're just not what we were looking for."

"I understand, thank you for your time."

"I'm sorry, but I don't think you'd fit in with us."

"I understand, thank you for your time."

"You're obviously talented, we're just not looking for an artist like you right now."

"I understand, thank you for your time."

“Look, you don’t quite fit our brand.”

The worst part is that rejection doesn’t even sting anymore. It's always the same story - they love his music, but not him.

Semi has never been one to shape himself to the expectations of others. He had refused to march in time at Shiratorizawa and it cost him his place in the starting line up. But he had thought, maybe somewhat naively, that with his music he could be both someone he was proud of and someone they’d want to hire.

Apparently not.

“I understand, thank-”

“Um… I think he’d be a great fit.”

Your voice is firm but you're obviously nervous, barely able to meet the eye of the producer as she swings around to you, unimpressed.

"I just…" you wet your lips, try again, "He's something different, and that's really cool. Of course, there'd have to be some changes but-" you dart a look at him- "maybe we should give him a chance."

"Oh, is that so?" your boss scoffs. "You want me to sign him because you think that he maybe deserves a chance?"

Semi takes a proper look at you - shaking hands clutched around the tablet in your lap, earnestness written all over your face - perhaps the first person in this unforgiving industry to show any sort of support for him. Not exactly the influential executive he'd been hoping for, but hey, it's nice to be acknowledged once in a while.

You suck in a breath, your posture straightening. "I know he's good enough. It would be our loss to turn him away."

And Semi is flattered. Honestly, he is. But this is a well-trodden path for him, and right now, he'd rather leave this too-clean office, get back into his beat-up car that still smells like the soft drink Tendou spilt last week and just go home. Feel sorry for himself before facing the arduous process of picking up the scattered pieces of his pride yet again.

The producer shakes her head. “You know the types of artists the label is looking for, and it's not him."

"But he could be! Please, I-” you stand abruptly. “I‘ll take full responsibility. Give me… a month. I’ll put together a demo and figure out a brand for him. I can make this work, and we both know he’s got real talent."

Semi is flicking between the two of you. He's not quite sure if he's on board with what's happening, but the producer looks like she's actually considering it, and this is the first time he's had any sort of a chance.

"OK,” she relents. “ OK, I will give you a month.”

His eyes dart to yours because, to be honest, he didn’t think-

“But.” The producer eyes him, then you. “If he is not good enough in a month, both of you are out of here. Got it?"

You share a look, a mutual recognition of how much is riding on this.

"Got it."

You properly introduce yourself the next morning in one of the spacious studios, passing him a takeaway cup of coffee and a to-do list that stretches on forever.

"So, you're going to need to write a song - obviously,” you start briskly. “But first, I need to know what size clothes you wear, what instruments you play and if you can dance. You're also going to need to stop cutting your hair. I can-"

"Sorry, you want me to what?"

"Stop cutting your hair, keep up."

"What's wrong with my hair!?"

Your eyes lazily flick over him. He hopes he hasn't gone as red as he feels. "It’s fine, it’s just going to look better when it’s longer."

"How do you know what I’ll look like with long hair?" Semi splutters.

You grin at him from under your lashes, a new relaxed confidence to your moves today. "It's my job. Anyway, back to the important things-"

By the time said important things have been covered, Semi's head is a jumbled mess. He desperately needs more caffeine. You go to continue, but one look at him has you pulling an apologetic face.

"I know it seems like a lot, but you're going to do great. Is there anything you wanted me to clarify? Before we keep going?”

A million questions are ricocheting around his head, but the one that slips out is "Why are you helping me?"

Your gaze drops. “To be honest, it’s as much for you as it is for me.” Looking a touch embarrassed, you shrug. “This could be the break I need to finally move on from just being an assistant. But your music is good. Really good, and... look, you aren’t an artist the label would normally sign, but you have this… energy I think the world will love, and I wanted to be a part of that I guess.”

There’s resolve in your eyes, even as your fingers twist together. You exude a brand of hopeful passion; a joy that dulled for him long ago, a sacrifice that had to be made just so he could survive the setbacks. He hadn't dared let himself hope that this strange opportunity could lead anywhere, but maybe the two of you could make this work.

“Well, when you say it like that…” Semi grins when you meet his gaze. He can already feel the excitement building again in his chest. He’s missed it, he thinks wistfully.

“Let’s do this.”

A month has never felt shorter, and he's not sure if either of you slept more than a few hours at once. He has learnt a lot though - how to use the enormous mixing board in the studio, that he apparently looks very good in red, the value of networking and connections in this fickle industry.

(He’d also learnt how you look curled up on his sofa, about your deep-set fondness for fantasy movies and the way you hum to yourself when you’re deep in thought, but he’s trying not to think about that.)

The producer is quiet, her head nodding along softly to the beat filtering through the headphones. She’s leafing through the outlines and photos the two of you had poured your everything into. Those few pages have to be enough. You had said he was good enough and he desperately needs you to be right, because if you aren’t-

“I’m impressed.” Your boss’ voice is begrudging as she pulls the headphones from her ears, “This is better than I was expecting.”

Maybe he's enough.

He's fighting the urge to grab your hand because you look like you're going to faint, and he might not be far behind you.

"Thank you."

Your voice is shaky, hopeful.

Maybe-

“But it’s not enough.”

It's gut-wrenching. It hasn’t stung like this in so long the pain is almost foreign; this feeling of rejection, this weight in his stomach pulling him back down to square one. And as the abject confusion on your face gives way to incredulous anger, he thinks maybe the worst part is that it’s not just him being rejected this time.

“What do you mean it’s not enough? We-”

“-are not good enough,” the producer cuts in, matter-of-fact and unruffled. “For a month’s worth of work, it isn’t bad. It’s just that I’m still not convinced that he can be everything you say he is.”

Semi grabs at your arm as you lunge forward. He sends you a sad smile when you spin to face him. “It’s ok. I always knew this wa-”

"No.” Your eyes are ablaze. He can remember that feeling - back when rejection felt like sheer fury and not a resigned numbness. “No, that song- you are good and we all know it. You deserve a place here, she-” you jab a finger at the woman still seated behind the desk, “just can’t see your worth.”

Warmth curls around his heart. He’s going to miss your spitfire passion. “Seriously, it’s OK. Thank you though. For believing in me."

He faces the producer. “I… I hope you would consider keeping your assistant on.” He can hear your head snap towards him, “You said you were impressed with her work, and I saw more than anyone how much effort she put into this. She deserves recognition for it... yeah. Thank you for your time.”

He moves for the door, trying not to think about how empty his apartment will be without your papers and coffee cups strewn about. There is a small consolation in that you might get something from all this, but still. He'd really thought that-

“I quit.”

"What?" Both Semi and the producer whirl to look at you.

You blink up at your former boss. “I quit.” It’s firmer this time, but your hand trembles as you tug on his arm. “C'mon Semi, let's go.”

"Wha- no!" He splutters, even as you march out towards the elevators. He pulls you into a hallway, stares down at you in confusion and horror.

"This is your chance! Why would you… don't just throw it away like this. Not for me."

You look dazed. "I’m done. I’ve worked here for years now, and let's be real, I was never going to get anywhere with her anyway. Besides,” you grin up at him. There’s no trace of regret on your face, and the gleam in your eye has the beginnings of a new melody itching at the back of his mind. “We are going to prove her wrong. You are more than enough Semi Eita.”

You pull away from him, gleefully calling race you to the elevator! over your shoulder. He gives chase, purposely bumping into you, laughing as you slide over the polished floor. And looking at your flushed face and breathless smile as the elevator doors close, he thinks maybe square one might not be so bad with you down here next to him.

"We aren't looking to take on an artist like you right now."

He writes more songs. You write more emails.

The lights are dim in the small, dingy studio, and honestly, it feels like the two of you have been here forever. You're trying to remember if that coffee place down the road still does 24-hour delivery as Semi groans from under the arm flung over his face, legs heavy across your lap. You poke him in the stomach and he peers out at you, pouting.

“Hey have some respect please, I’m moping.”

“Oh, terribly sorry, I couldn’t tell from the whining and general lack of writing.”

He pokes his tongue out and pulls a face at you. “Shuddup, writing songs is hard.”

“Mmm, not like it’s your job or anything.”

His pout intensifies and you force yourself to suppress the smile threatening the corners of your mouth, ducking as he throws the pen hanging loosely from his hand at you.

“You’re the worst.”

You allow yourself to grin at him this time. “Maybe, but we only paid to have this studio for another" you check your phone, "three hours and then we’re going to get kicked out, so you need to come up with something."

He finally lifts his head, and it really should be illegal - this deadly combination of finger-raked hair, bleary eyes and rumpled shirt. You poke him in the stomach again.

“Fine! Fine, gimme my pen back.” You scrabble around for it and strictly don’t think about the warmth of his fingers over yours as he takes it. Pulling his legs off your lap, he theatrically flicks to a page in his notebook resting on the battered table and begins writing.

“My manager… sucks…”

“Hey!”

“Because… she is… really... mean...”

“Noooo, give me that!” You lunge for the notebook, but he pulls it out of reach and smirks down at you.

“Oh, so now you’re interested in helping me write this song? I see how it is.”

It’s your turn to pout, still flailing for the notebook until you meet his eyes and oh he’s really close. There’s a fleeting moment where neither of you does anything, frozen. You swallow, watching his eyes dart down. You've been here before - not here exactly, but here, in these moments of breathless potential.

(And maybe you're a coward for not doing anything because there have always been hints, little notations he leaves scattered across the score of your partnership. You've always been the second line, the bass to his treble, but a duet only works when both lines move together - you don't want to be the one who falls out of beat.)

You pull yourself away, moving to clear away the takeout containers and throw what you hope is an unaffected smile over your shoulder.

“Come on Semi, it’s just one more song. You got this. You always write about things that mean a lot to you. Just… think of that one thing you really want to share with the world.”

He chuckles, a breathy thing that curls around the room.

“Trying to get me to spill all my secrets, huh?”

You commit this image of him to memory - the fondness in his eyes, here in this tiny studio at who knows what hour of the morning.

"Something like that."

“You just aren’t right for us.”

He buys the coffee this time. You promise to pay next time.

He walks into the third record label this week. You wait hopefully outside.

It's always the same result, but you still wait for him every time. And every time he shakes his head your heart breaks a little more, another rejection to add to the pile. But he's always been a fighter, and you were never a quitter. So every time, you pull each other off the ground, dust yourself off and try again.

It's drizzly outside today. You wait, standing under the meagre protection of an umbrella.

He walks out and you brace for the inevitable fall.

But when he looks up your heart skips a beat because he's smiling, and you're half disbelieving when he nods and then you're flying into the rain and throwing yourself into his arms as he laughs.

(And you can't meld words and melodies the way he can, but you think you could write songs about that sound forever.)

"You did it!" you squeal, and his grin is pure joy as he spins you in a circle.

"No, we did it."

You're always backstage before a concert, so the looks you've been getting all afternoon from the crew are odd. You have half a mind to ask Semi about it, but in the mayhem of a lost guitar and last-minute phone calls, the only time you see him is just before he runs onto stage.

Slipping your arms around him, you squeeze what encouragement you can into the brief hug. He considers you with that half-smile you have come to adore so much before he swoops down, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You catch his make sure you listen to the last song over the noise of the crowd before he dashes off.

Maybe he… no, don’t be ridiculous. You scoff at the fantasy, try to push away the hope building in your chest.

Why were you nervous? You weren’t even on stage. Yet your heart is insisting on recounting every cheesy movie you've ever seen, and it doesn’t help that you watched one with him last night, and it really doesn’t help that all you can think about is how you woke up this morning with the weight of his head on your shoulder.

Your head and heart battle the entire show, fear and anticipation blurring together in-

"Alright! I have a bit of a surprise for everyone tonight." Semi grins, sharp and full of adrenalin. The crowd screams. You barely manage to pull the drumming of your heart back into line.

"This is a new song I wrote at… some ridiculous hour of the morning. I was told to write about the thing I most wanted to tell the world and I, uhh… well, it's for someone special, but I wanted to share it with you guys too."

He starts to play, but the opening chords are… new?

Semi has a habit of lounging in your office in the late afternoon, feeling out harmonies and half-realized lyrics as you work. You often hear strains of those afternoon experiments appear months later in his albums, but these chords are different. There's a major progression mixed in with the bass line that isn't quite his usual style; a little sweeter perhaps. And then he starts to sing, voice husky from the long show. The lyrics are quintessential Semi - simple, nothing incredibly poetic, but nonetheless heartfelt and genuine.

It takes until the end of the second chorus for you to let yourself believe what he's saying.

You hadn't heard Semi sing a love song quite like this before, and it is doing funny things to your chest. Because you can hear the smile in his tone, and he's singing about late nights and spinning in the rain and fantasy movies and... maybe this song is for you. Maybe you hadn't read the music wrong, maybe he-

You cut that thought off. Pressing your lips together, you force yourself to slip away as the final note is overtaken by yells and applause.

(You may have been bold enough to stake your entire career on a maybe, but him? You can't risk losing him to a maybe.)

He finds you in the goldilocks studio. You had dubbed it that not long after he had signed with the new label - not too big, not too small. He had rolled his eyes when you first suggested it, but the name had stuck.

"I thought you might be in here."

"Oh, hey." You force yourself to meet his eye. "Nice job tonight. I’ve never heard a crowd so vocal."

He still looks every part the performer - hair wild beyond belief, stage make-up smudged - and technically, you're still on the clock. But right now, here in the soft haze of the studio lights, he’s just a boy and you're just a girl.

He chuckles, "Yeah, I’m glad they liked the new song, though…” he trails off, “I really only care about one person’s opinion of that song.”

There's hopeful apprehension in every line of his body.

"Semi…"

You brace for the fall.

"Semi, who was… was that song for me?”

“I didn't think I could make it any more obvious," he huffs, hand tucked up behind his neck. “I mean if you didn't like it that's fine. I just couldn't think of a good way to tell you, but that night when you said to write about what I wanted to say it… all came out I guess. And you don’t have to-”

You kiss him. It’s quick, barely a few seconds before you pull away. You’re perhaps just as surprised as he is, wide-eyed and flustered.

His face breaks into a disbelieving smile. "Yeah?"

Your lips quirk up of their own accord. “Yeah.”

He stares for a beat before reaching for you, one hand coming up to cup your cheek. You meet him in the middle and slip your arms around his neck, feeling his smile widen when he kisses you, feeling your heart skip a beat and fall into rhythm with his.

“I do have… one question though…” he asks, hushed as he pulls back.

“Mmm?” you hum, distracted with his nose still brushing yours.

“How did you not realise the song is about you? I mean-” gleeful mischief fills his voice and you groan, flopping backwards out of his arms, "-come on, I basically said everything but your name."

"I didn't want to assume, OK?" you whine, pulling yourself back up to face him. The glare you send him lacks heat, and he just chuckles, shifting closer again.

“I’ll make it clearer for you in the next one then.”

“The next one huh?” The playful fondness in your tone overwhelms him. He can feel the pink flush across his cheeks, warmer than any rush the stage could give him.

“Yeah, I mean… I’ve already got more songs about you, but I think I might have some new inspiration now.”

“Oh, is that so?” you question, smile somehow widening.

Lyrics are easy, real words are harder. He doesn’t know how to explain that his brain has been writing stanzas about you since you met, but he can’t quite pinpoint when his heart took over.

He settles on “yep” and kisses you again.

It's unhurried, unconcerned. There's no more maybes, no more doubts. It's just you, and him, and the grounding certainty the two of you are more than enough.

#semi x reader #semi eita x reader #haikyuu x reader #peep the lyrics i forcibly shoved into this fic #because i have absolutely no chill heheh

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cestcirque · 3 years

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Character Sheets: Semi Eita

THANK YOU FOR READING APERTURE! A lot of writers wanted to see my psychoanalysis so posting these since they’re already written!

Name Etymology: Semi = seeing a chance; Eita = outstanding magnificence

Birthday: November 11, 1994 *Semi is 24 at the MSBY/Schweiden game, timeline must start after his birthday*

Concern (from high school): Tendo told him he looks uncool in casual clothes—post-timeskip he dresses very uniquely, we can assume he’s hyper-aware of how he looks

Siblings: one younger sister—depending on the age difference, he could be aggressively protective or he could have a slightly effeminate influence, both are potentially endearing

Occupation: Musican and civil servant. Wants to steal the spotlight, also needs to make ends meet. We can assume moderate fame, capable to simply doing what needs to be done towards an end. Will be a loose cannon if he lets himself get away with it but can put himself together when required. When he feels something, he feels it aggressively and without filter.

His character in one word: Prideful

His fatal flaw: Need to prove himself

What kind of partner does he need? Someone who grounds him

What can he offer Y/N? Adventure

Does Y/N initially see a possible relationship? NO

What will it take to switch Y/N’s initial judgment? Level-headedness

How does he act once he develops feelings? Extremely vocal

In his relationship with Y/N, who influences whom? No influence

Relationship case study: COACH WASHIJO—hear me out!!! Coach would have been the one who made Semi realize that his need to steal the show is not conducive to their team winning. BUT Coach also recognizes that this is still a strength and nurtures that with pinch serves. Give Semi someone who is capable of putting him in his place but also capable of keeping up with him.

THE BIG PICTURE:

[ Shirabu | Atsumu | Akaashi ]

#aperture smau #haikyuu smau #haikyuu socmed au #character sheets #long post #semi eita

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that-rock-chick · 3 years

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Love Bites

Love sucks. That's pretty much common knowledge. Combine that with addiction, money, fame, and childhood trauma and you've got a recipe for disaster.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Same shit, different fucking day.

Don't ask me how I'm balancing six days a week at my job and band practice three to four days a week, because I truly have no fucking idea. I tried college but once the band formed, I cut that out of my schedule completely.

It's been about a months since the argument with Gwen and Tiffany went down and our band hasn't practiced. I tried to be sympathetic for the longest time, but it's beyond ridiculous now. Veronica, Tiffany, and I have been wanting to do band stuff but Gwen refuses because she's mad that Tiffany is dating a man SHE broke up with. It's not like Tiffany did it intentionally, and the fact that she's letting her own personal stuff interfere with our band is really pissing me off.

We've all got shit going on, but Gwen loves being a drama queen. Veronica has suggested kicking her out of the band a few times and Tiffany has echoed the same sentiment, but I don't think my patience has thinned to that extent just yet.

But it's getting there.

Young musicans aren't hard to come by, but finding someone who fits the band's sound as perfectly as Gwen's adds on a large layer of difficulty that I'm not prepared for. We'd have to start all over, teach our new singer the songs, establish chemistry...it seems exhausting and more trouble than it's worth, at least for the time being.

"Hey Julie." Dylan greeted me as I walked past, something he does whenever we work together. Sometimes it ends up being the best part of my day.

As the day progresses, I find myself smiling a lot more than I usually do. Customers are easier to deal with and a large amount of them were actually friendly. It created a light-hearted atmosphere in the restaurant that we don't get too often, unfortunately. The time seemed to fly by.

"Good luck Dylan." I said goodbye and walked out of the front door. Dylan was always there a hour before I arrived, and an hour before I left. The rest of the staff is pretty cool, but Dylan is the only one I'd consider to be a friend of mine. He's essentially the less musically inclined male version of me.

I head to our rehearsal space for the second time this week. I've extended the invitation to Gwen, as if she needs an invitation to show up to her own fucking band's rehearsal. If she doesn't show up tonight, she's out. Our time is just as important as hers and we're all tired of it being wasted.

I'm usually the first person to show up, but some days that isn't the case, like today.

"Hey." Gwen says shyly.

I give her a blank stare and proceeded to put my things down on a table nearby.

"Nice of you to finally decided to show up." I stated plainly.

"Look, I know I've missed a lot of practice and I totally understand the three of you being pissed at me, but can you please take one second to see this from my perspective?"

I couldn't help but scoff at what was coming out of Gwen's mouth. Has she seriously taken an objective look at the situation and came to the conclusion that she has a leg to stand on.

"Okay fine. You broke up with a guy, he moved onto Tiffany, you were so jealous that he wasn't falling you around like a lost puppy, and you took it out on Tiffany."

Gwen rolled her eyes but before she could speak, Tiffany and Veronica entered the room. Anger was written all over Tiffany's face, while Veronica seemed to be as cool as a cucumber.

That's one thing I've always liked about Veronica. She can keep her cool in some pretty tough situations. That's not all there is to like about her, though. She's utterly gorgeous. Her dark skin and hair that was almost always styled in an afro were truly beautiful features that I couldn't help but admire. She's beautiful, smart, talented, and has an amazing personality. She's the full package.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Tiffany wasted no time begining the screaming match we all knew was about to go down.

"We're in the same band." Gwen managed to maintain her regular tone of voice, but if I know Tiff like I think I do, and trust me, I do, she'll keep going until she sets Gwen off and then everything will go up in flames.

"Clearly the band hasn't been very high on your list of priorities for the past four weeks. Finally make time in your schedule for us, princess?" Tiffany was speaking with her genuine emotions, but part of her wanted to get a reaction out of Gwen. She knows how Gwen feels about being called "princess".

Gwen looks like she wants to say something to Tiffany that would no doubt escalate the situation even further, but she takes a deep breath and regains her composure.

"I'm sorry, okay? For everything. Julie was right, I should've maintained my professionalism above all else...and I shouldn't have put some guy over you and our friendship."

The three of us looked at Gwen semi-shocked. That girl never apologizes for anything. Instead of responding, Tiffany tells Veronica and I that she's stepping out for a smoke.

I'm not sure if we should discuss things further or let bygones be bygones, but it's not exactly my place to make that call.

Tiffany returns just as I finshed tuning my guitar and walked up to Gwen. If I didn't know Tiffany, I'd say she was going to punch Gwen in the face with the speed she was moving.

"That whole situation was fucked up, but I know how hard it is for you to apologize to people, so I forgive you." Tiffany pulls Gwen in for a hug and for the first time in awhile, things seem okay between the four of us.

"I would like to reiterate that Gwendolyn said I was right." I smiled proudly.

"Yeah, don't get used to hearing that from me."

It was nice while it lasted, at least.

Band practice turned out to be super productive, and it hasn't been that way in a long time. We got a lot of work done today and hopefully we can keep this up for awhile. We spent about 7 hours in our rehearsal space and it felt more like 5 minutes. Time really does fly when you're surrounded by positivity.

The girls and I said our goodbyes and parted ways for the night. Tiffany had mentioned that we haven't seen each other this past month like we usually do. Of course I feel bad about that, she's been my best friend for so long. But I've been spending a lot of time with the Guns N' Roses boys...Axl in particular can be a persuasive little shit when he wants to be. I've already told the guys that Tiffany's birthday is this weekend and they can't keep monopolizing my time. I need more feminine energy!

"Julie!" I hear someone call out. I recognize the voice as soon as it hits my ears.

"Hey Slash, what's up?"

Minus Izzy, I'm becoming pretty close with the members of Guns N' Roses. I just wish that man wasn't so goddamn illusive.

Slash and I walk and talk. Clearly he's decided we're hanging out tonight. I don't mind it much since Tiffany's going out with Victor tonight, Gwen is visiting her parents, and Veronica is doing god knows what, like always. So even if I wanted to make plans with someone, it's not like I had anyone else anyway.

"I don't think anyone's at the house, besides Izzy." From the way he phrased his sentence, it was a clear indication that Slash had no interest in staying at the "Hell House" with Izzy, he usually opted to spend his nights the same way he spent his days: completely wasted. It didn't matter if it was alcohol or heroin, if it got him high, he'd take it.

But this isn't about Slash. I want to see Izzy...I might have a slight obsession with a man who has never even said a single word to me, but I mean, he's absolutely gorgeous. There's something about him that keeps me drawn to him and I'm determined to figure out what it is. No matter how long it takes me.

"Then let's go to the house."

Before Slash can process what I said so he could say no, I grab him by the arm and run as fast as I possibly can while dragging a grown man behind me. It only takes about 15 seconds of running before I realized, Slash in tow or not, I'm very out of shape. I'm running out of breath, determined to get to the band's house. I'll be wheezing all the way down Sunset Boulevard and trying to convince myself it's worth it by the time we get there. But knowing me, it won't.

We enter the house and lo and behold...

Izzy isn't there. Despite me struggling to breathe, the look of defeat plasters my face and Slash starts laughing his ass off.

"Izzy's out working, I just wanted to see how you'd react. Sure didn't think you'd go runnin to our house, though." Slash manages to get out through his fit of hysterical laughter.

"Slash! Why the hell would you do that?"

"Because I know you like him. I got the confirmation I needed. Just wait until I tell Duff!" Slash heads for the stairs, but I grab his arm before he starts his ascent.

"You cannot tell Duff." I tell him seriously.

"He can't tell Duff what?" Duff appears from the kitchen

"And why are you out of breath? And why are you holding Slash's arm?"

"She totally likes Izzy, dude. I told her that he was here and she dragged me through the streets. We almost got hit by like, 5 cars."

My shocked face slowly twists into a look of confusion as Duff rolls his eyes, pulls out his wallet, and hands Slash a 20 dollar bill.

"Dude, you guys bet on whether I liked Izzy or not?" I was part shocked, part confused, and part mortified that my crush on Izzy was that obvious. Izzy seems like a smart man, so I couldn't stop thinking about the possibility of him knowing and not talking to me because I'm a weird chick who likes him without even knowing anything about him.

"Yeah, and now I'm out 20 bucks because you can't control your goddamn hormones." Duff says in mock frustration. I ignore his joke as the overthinking sets in further.

"Does...does he know?"

"Nah. The man's pretty oblivious, plus he doesn't pay much attention to anything except drugs, work, and music. It's fine." Duff reassures me.

Then Izzy walks in. The three of us get quiet when he shuts the door behind him. He looked at the guys then looks me up and down. He then looks back up at my face like he's done several times before, but this time he doesn't look away when our eyes meet, not immediately, at least. I feel my heart start beating a mile a minute at the momentary eye contact and feel myself longing for it again when it breaks.

He nods his head and walks up the stairs. I guess his first words to me will have to wait another day.

"What does Izzy do for work?" I ask, to no one in particular.

"He's a drug dealer." Duff replies nonchalantly.

I don't know how to respond to that, so I don't. Slash and Duff have their own conversation and I find myself wondering what kind of person Izzy is. I don't know what to think. All I know is he's a damn good musician, an equally gifted writer, and a drug dealer.

Who the hell is Izzy Stradlin?

#guns n' roses #guns n roses #guns n roses fanfic #axl rose #steven adler #izzy stradlin #duff mckagan #slash #slash gnr #saul hudson

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013kfe · 4 years

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Tagged by: @nyxiiis 💛💛thank you

Favorite color: blue and yellow

Last song I listened to: winter flower by Younha ft. RM of BTS

Favorite musican/singer: don't have one;;

Last film I watched: I think it was called Sweetheart?

Last tv show I watched: The Witcher

Favorite tv show: probably Queer eye

Favorite oc: I don't really have any tbh

Sweet, savory, or spicy: sweet and spicy, bc of reasons i can't eat sweet stuff much tho so rip

Sparkling water, coffee, or tea: tea ig

Pets: 2 cats where I live, 3 cats 1 dog where I semi live

I tag: @yesitisijessie @nerdypotaoe @writing-in-a-daydream

#i tagged mutuals i see around a decent amount #but you dont have to do it #oh but if you do pls tag me #tag game

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mushroom3355-blog · 5 years

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music can change ...

I have been a person lack of feeling for rhythm and tunes until I'm now 22-year-old, and I used to prefer stay only myself and hate my mum turn on radio on morning.

My thoughts come out conplexed and honestly I rarely love something purily only for itself. Music is a kind of art and has its own beauty, but I can't strongly feel its charm if it has no business to my life.

Maybe all kinds of art has something related to each other. For some other reason, I love photographs and sketches, then movie, then music, then...

I am experiencing a period where I am about to leave university and find my own future. I had also experienced being lonely,guilty, and depression——everything in the world we couldn't sense at childhood. In a certain moment, I found myself from such a weird poor family, have such an ugly face and malformed bones, may never become someone I dreamed of and have no hope for everyday. I can't know myself neither perceive the world , so I lose energy to persue anything beyond.

On January,this year(19) , I had aigned a job agreement with a company in my little hometown, living with my parents. On the way back home from another city, I watched the whole vevo concert vedio of The 1975's gig at London's O2 , and naturally, falling love with them.

As an adult to see the world clearly, not only with eyes but brain, I nearly become a semi-deep-fan of the band because I 'd buried myself in collecting as much information as I can in a while, including their songs, lyrics and interview and reports from 2012-2019. I gradually know how they make music, how the band grow up and what DH is. For some human's incecurity of fake reality exposed on Internet, I can't sure if the band is really what I perceived from all the information.

What I understand is that the band has been sacrificing a lot to today , of course where many other aspects blended. The only thing I defy is about drugs that many musicans do. For me it's just a coincidence to know everything about the band and , forgive me, see the band develop and fade, like other great bands.

I love theirs songs because Matty Healy has a soft sound and a cute icon style and the band makes great vibe in every album .

I believe other musicans can also make the same effect as The 1975 has to the audience. I get a courage to wanna persue beauty, love,happiness again.

A quote from The 1975's 'City' : 'If you wanna love you know where the city is.' I can't tell what it means originally, but I'm always asking myself where I should go. Actually I should know where I will be ,getting out of the shadow in heart.

#music #city #the 1975 #choose #my life #love

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jeno-screaming · 6 years

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Short Ten Imagines W/ Gifs

You and Ten met in college, typical right? Well he was the semi-popular musical degree nerd everyone wanted to be friends with. You were in a photography class when your professor announced we would be collaborating with the music class on a project. They would have an after school performance and we were assigned musicans to photograph during their solo performance. Of course, you were given Ten to photograph. After the performance, he asked to swing by your place to check out the photos. Bada boom you’re dating

On a date, Ten feels so lucky to have you in his life. You’ve been together for a while now and he still gets star struck whenever your around, you keep him in check and make sure he stays out of trouble. Sitting across from each other in a local diner, you two share a milkshake. You look out the window at the passing cars and turn your head back to find Ten staring at you with complete heart eyes. “What are you staring at?” You laugh as he gets flustered and looks down.

During the filming of a music video, Johnny kept on shoving a camera in Ten’s face acting like the paparazzi. Ten wanted to slap Johnny so badly but he knew it would be caught on camera. “Ten, say something to your girlfriend. Tell her you love her.” He laughs and makes funny faces at the camera, saying how much he thanks and loves you. His message is ended with a dorky wave and smile.

You’re a second shift worker at a cafe a little while away from your house, you worked to keep your family in check and yourself healthy. Though times were getting more and more difficult for you, you were getting scheduled on shorter hours, you had to switch to a bike ride which means getting up earlier for work. One night while you’re working, 4 surprisingly attractive men walked in and took a seat in the back. You decided to take their order and try your best to sound happy, “welcome to ______ cafe, can I start you off with something to drink?” You wrote down all their orders and finally came to the one sitting to your left. He looked so,,, normal compared to other men you’ve seen at work. He’s very handsome and his smile is especially perfect. You couldn’t help but notice that he stares at you even after you walk away.

Ten loves making you smile, his best technique is a pouty face. He came home from work to found you frustrated and slumped over a textbook, University is killing your ass. You hear his footsteps get closer as you perk your head up and smile weakly. He grabs your hand and shakes it slightly, “Princess, you’re working too hard. Can you come take a break and help me make dinner please?” You sigh and look at him, on the edge of breaking down in tears. He looks down and looks back up with a pout, cupping his face with his hands. Your face breaks into a smile as you mark your textbook page and grab his hand to walk to the kitchen for dinner

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azaarchiive · 4 months

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holiday girlfriend; semi eita

chapter four

- daddies home

note: guys i’m so sorry 🤣 i’ve litch been trapped in the wicked a level scheme that i completely forgot. i’ll try to do a double update as an apology

it has only been a day and your head was swirling with all the possibilities that could uncover itself if you chose to live with semi.

on the one hand, that man had money. you would be thoroughly supported if you were to stay with him. you wouldn’t need to work and it’s not as if semi would mind spending heaps amounts of money.

on the other hand, he left once, he could very much leave again due to stress, him getting bored, ex-girlfriend drama and the list goes on. he hurt you in ways you could have never even imagined. going back to him, even for support, would feel like you are cheating yourself.

not to mention, leaving a whole country - your homeland to be exact - would be extremely difficult. despite how lonely you are here with your low paying job, lack of friends or supportive relatives (after they found out about the pregnancy, they shunned you for being unmarried with a child at 24 with no father figure) it was still home to you in some twisted way.

you sat sluggishly on the couch, watching some crappy reality tv show that for some reason has captured your attention when the door bell rung.

“daddy’s home!” an all too familiar voice rang through, too be fair it could only be semi eita since (as mentioned prior) you had no one that visited you.

“don’t call yourself that” you rolled your eyes as you got up slowly, hand rubbing your stomach instinctively, to open the door for the musician himself.

as you opened the door, semi’s wide smile was displayed while he clutched onto a very extravagant bouquet of glittered roses. a basket of various sweets and chocolates were in his other hand, the basket enticed you a lot more.

“as the dutiful father i am-“

“you ran away once i told you i was pregnant-“

“minor details honey, anyways, i decided to treat you!” semi let himself into your house to put down his treats for you.

“oh wow, thank you for these gifts that clearly match up to the 6 months i spent carrying your daughter.” you sighed before digging into the basket he placed on your table.

“she’s a girl?” he replied all to quickly, his eyes darting between your face and your bulging stomach.

“oh, yeah.” you casually said, sitting down on your couch as you pulled your slipping bonnet down slightly.

semi’s eyes swirled with what you think was regret, he obviously knew that’s he missed quite a bit in terms of this pregnancy but fuck- he didn’t even know the gender of the baby till now.

remorse slightly took over you, it must be hard coming from japan to here only to see that everything that was once one thing has completely inverted into something else unrecognisable. then again, if he stayed then he could’ve been a part of this- he could’ve been recognisable.

“anyways, you’ve given your gifts. feel free to leave” you broke the awkward silence.

“hold up sweetheart-“

“respect yourself-“

“let’s catch up a little, in case you choose not to come live with me, then i want to at least know what state you’ll be in.” semi smiled, sitting across you on the opposite couch.

why is he so hard to get rid of?

“so yeah, that’s why i was beefing jungkook for a bit, but we cool now i just got off a call with him for a collab’ idea.” semi popped a price of chocolate in his mouth whilst you looked at him in disbelief.

you knew semi was the type of guy that got into heaps of scandals without a care in the world but wow. the stories he was telling were beyond your wildest imagination.

“what is wrong with you?” you chuckled.

“excuse me- for your information, it was him who started it by copying my music video!” semi huffed childishly which caused you to snort.

“oh my god, did i tell you about mika?” he rushed out.

“nope but if it’s about one of your sex scandals, then i certainly do not want to hear it.” you rolled your eyes.

“oh not in the slightest, so basically, i had posted a video of someone doing my makeup and nails for jokes, right? the whole of japan was hating on me, calling me disgusting for ‘acting gay’ and whatnot. then, i made a little rap that was practically talking about my fat ass. it started trending online then everyone told me to release it. so i released an album in my alter ego mika talking about sucking dick and shit and titled it ‘pissing off japan’ and it charted to the point where i won a grammy for it.” semi burst out into laughter seeing your shocked expression.

“so you had a whole country against you and you still won a grammy?” you raised an eyebrow.

“what can i say? im one of a kind” he winked at you before biting down in his chocolate piece. you bashfully looked away, you sometimes forget how truly attractive this man is.

“anyways, enough about me, what about you?” semi asked, looking at you expectantly.

you dreaded this question, you truly had nothing. the most exciting thing you’ve done while he was away was discover a new imessage feature that you couldn’t even use since your phone was dryer than your bosses hands.

and they were extremely dry.

“nothing, sadly, i have no stories to tell you.” you sighed.

“oh come on, there has to be something that has happened since i’ve left!” semi tried to pry.

“i’m serious, i mean- oh! i found out how to make the tv louder, because basically it used to always be so quiet until recently i’ve discovered that there is two speakers and it was connected to the wrong one- why are you laughing this is literally the highlight of my life?” you slightly chuckled along with semi who was loudly cackling.

“i’ve got abs- oh my god, i can’t breathe?” semi calmed down his laughter soon enough.

“wait so there has been nothing interesting? at all?” semi questioned once again.

“nothing, why do you think that when we used to fuck i would be so silent when you were talking about your life? you were the most interesting thing happening for me, not like i could tell anyone anyways.” you pitifully sighed.

“wait, you didn’t even tell your friends about me?” semi looked at you confused.

“are these said friends in the room with us? eita, you were my one and only friend, i truly had -well have- no one.” you said nonchalantly.

“don’t say that, everyone has at least one person.” semi replied.

“no eita, not everyone, only the lucky do. if you don’t believe me check my phone, i only have like 7 contacts and 4 of them are for work.” you handed semi your phone.

semi looked though your contacts and you were completely right, 4 of them were random names and the other three was ‘mother’ ‘father’ and ‘cousin.’

“then you must be close with your family right?” semi asked desperately, he couldn’t bare to think that he left you all alone with absolutely no one beside you out of his own selfish fears.

“not really, we used to talk once in a while but after they found out i was pregnant they completely cut all contact since it was out of wedlock and the father wasn’t present. so, it’s just been me and my little one.” you patted your belly smiling fondly while you looked down, you truly couldn’t wait to meet her.

semi looked at you distraught. he couldn’t imagine a life like yours, alone with no help at all, family members deserting you, it seemed terrible. to top it off, the one person you thought would be with you left without ever looking back.

“stop looking at me like that, i get it isn’t idea but it is peaceful. no friendship dramas or unnecessary interactions between family members. just us two against the world- swear that’s the name of your album?” you asked mindlessly.

“yes, actually it is- wait you still listen to my music?” semi’s head tilted to the side.

“well not me specifically, this little one does. i heard that it’s good for babies to listen to music so i thought that she should at least hear what her emo ass dad sounds like- she really likes it and starts kicking around when she listens to you.” you giggled.

semi was truly speechless, all this time he had been barely thinking about you and his daughter. going in tours, starting random drama while you had been adulting all by yourself. looking after the two of you despite all odds being against you.

“please move in with me-“

“eita please-“

“no seriously, this is not fair at all. look at how you have been managing, don’t get me wrong your doing amazing but you’re all alone.” semi pleaded.

“and what, when i move to japan ill suddenly have 100 friends and my family will love me? eita, it’s just not fair that you get to come here and decide everything here is unfit to your liking when you haven’t been around for two thirds of your daughters development.” you stated calmly

semi then got onto his knees and crawled in front of you, propping himself onto your knees.

“bro, get the hell up-“

“y/n l/n, i understand i don’t deserve you but you deserve to be spoiled. you deserve a solid support system, the best of the best food and pampering and to be showered with happiness and care. surprisingly enough, i can provide all of that for you and then some. please think about my baby girl, think about how she would want to know her father-“

“who walked out semi? not me. don’t bring my child into this as a way to guilt trip me into coming to japan. i’ve heard of all the stories- the way they treat foreigners and all- why should i put myself through that for you?”

“it’s not for me but for you y/n, for her. you know i have more money than i know what to do with and i would spend it all on you, for you. i fucked up, 100 percent but allow me to make amends, baby? please?” semi’s eyes were brimming with tears, you honestly never lived to see the day that would happen. to say you weren’t the slightest bit happy would be a lie.

to be frank, the pros outweigh the cons. it’s mostly your pride stopping you from going, however, you do agree that your baby has a right to know her father as well as be taken care of by him. if she likes his music, then she sure hell is going to love him when she pops out. semi is very on brand with his online ‘persona.’

“… fine, only for my daughter. you better act right because one wrong move and i will come right back to (country) in an instant.” semi jumped up with excitement and immediately started hugging you tightly.

“calm down, your gonna squeeze your daughter to death!” you struggled to get out as you slapped his back manically.

“oh im so sorry, im just so excited. i swear im going to treat you so well! i just can’t wait to show you japan! oh you can see tokyo, my favourite restaurant, oh my god you get to meet my friends and you have to meet my therapist! we are gonna do everything together!” semi cuddled up next to you as he laid his hand on your belly, rubbing it comfortingly.

“is it too late to back out now?” you muttered and he nodded his head frantically and giggled.

it was cute seeing how excited he was to take you to japan, you just hoped japan itself carried that same energy for you.

#haikyuu #authors #black reader #haikyuu semi #haikyuu x black reader #haikyuu x you #semi eita #pregnancy #semi eita x reader #hq x reader #post timeskip #musican!semi

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ajnabi57 · 5 years

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The obiquitous harmonium or hand pump organ, were it to be classified within the caste structure of Hindu society, would definitely not be considered a Brahmin. It is far too common and lowly for that. Perhaps the rank of shudra, those who service the rest of society, is more appropriate. Like the shudra or lower castes the harmonium provides an essential, indeed, indispensable service to Indian musicians, especially singers.

Whereas about 150 years ago, before the current version of the harmonium was reinvented for Indian conditions by Dwarkanath Ghose, it was the sarangi that vocalists chose to accompany them. But over the years as musical tastes, technologies and consumption patterns changed the harmonium has succeeded in almost totally pushing the sarangi to one side.

Now every singer of ghazals, geets, bhajans, qawwali, nat and kirtans either plays the harmonium her/himself as she/he sings or has someone sitting close to her/him who keys out the melody line. Though purists continue to look down their noses at the instrument–its foreign, its ugly, its cheap–and for nearly 25 years it was forbidden (!) to be played on All India Radio, its place in the concert hall is as secure as that of the tabla or sitar.

Though it is often a scorned instrument, there are many absolutely fantastic, nay, virtuoistic harmonium players from all rungs of professional and informal music worlds. In the villages it is played with a rough raw abandon that is a wonder to behold. On classical and semi classical stages it is more demure–often simply peppering the vocal lines by way of emphasis. The number of qawwalis that open with extended harmonium solos are far too many to count. But despite its amazing versatility across genres and styles the harmonium has rarely ever been given center stage. As an instrument worthy in its own right to be heard, to sing, to fly as a voice as serious as Ravi Shankar’s sitar or Ali Akbar Khan’s sarod.

But all that is about to change today!

While digging around in my collection I came upon this fantastic and rare (in concept, if not in availability) recording. A jugalbandi (musical conversation) between the violin, played by the legendary Prof. V.G. Jog and the harmonium played by percussionist and all round musican Jnan Prakash Ghosh.

I’ve been listening to this over and over, thrilling to the idea and sound of one of my favorite instruments, finally getting the recognition it deserves. To make its case and assert that it is not content to just sit on the sidelines ‘servicing’ the stars of the show but that it too is worthy of being fully in the limelight.

This particular record was issued in 1985 but there is an earlier recording of the two gentlemen made in 1967. I’m not sure whether they are one and same and this one is a reiusse of the original or if there are multiple such jugalbandis out there. But I’m on the case, and I’ll be sure to let you know what I find out.

In the meantime, sit back and enjoy this tremendous and unusual recital.

Track Listing:

Shyam Kalyan

Jhinjhoti and Misra Kalengra with Dhun Kaharwa

Jugalbandi Ho!

A Rare Pairing: Jnan Prakash Ghosh and V.G. Jog The obiquitous harmonium or hand pump organ, were it to be classified within the caste structure of Hindu society, would definitely not be considered a Brahmin.

#harmonium #Jnan Prakash Ghosh #jugalbandi #V.G. Jog #violin

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jayudistrict · 2 years

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Jayu District is looking for Akdong Musican’s Chanhyuk to be our newest residents!

Jayu District is officially open! Apply today to become a resident and find your peace away from your idol duties ♥

Jayu District is an idol based, Semi-lit/literate roleplay. A place for your famous status to melt away. Find your tranquility living within Jayu District. Distance your life from eyes of the public and media just to live free and happy. Interact with just the community without worry of drama and scandals. Apply to to reside in Jayu today!

♥ General/idol based♥ City theme ♥ Semi-literate/Literate ♥ All Asians accepted

♡ Rules ♡ Master List ♡ Apply ♡ AFF ♡ Mobile Navigation ♡

#kpop rp #krpnet #akdong musician #chanhyuk #mewe krp #mewe roleplay

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thesirenserenity · 7 years

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Miraculous Medley Chapter Six: Something Just Like This

Marinette, a Vocal Performance and Composition Music Major at a local community college, is secretly Ladybug, the lead singer and songwriter for Paris’ most famous band, The AKs. Adrien, a Cello Performance Major at the most elite Music Conservatory, joins them under the guise of Chat Noir to play Bass. Adrien grew up believing that music was all about following exactly what the composer wanted, but Marinette teaches him that there is so much that can be communicated through music - everyone has someting to say through this universal language. Marinette is closed off to the world after being burned from a recent breakup, and Adrien helps her break down the walls she built up arround her. Based off of gittana’s Musicans AU

Rating: T - swearing and some adult content

Also on: AO3 | Fanfiction

Thank you guys for your patience. I just finished my senior recital and can now graduate college in a month :D

Enjoy the chapter and let me know what you think!!

But she said, where d'you wanna go? How much you wanna risk?

I'm not looking for somebody, with some superhuman gifts

Some superhero; Some fairytale bliss

Just something I can turn to, somebody I can kiss

I want something just like this

-Something Just like This - Chainsmokers, ft. Coldplay

His hair was sticking up on one side under his hood.

Marinette glared across the room at the offending hairstyle, semi-hidden under his black hood. With any other of the guys, she would not hesitate to cross the room in a couple steps and fix their hair. But she had only known Adrien for a little over a month, and she wasn’t sure if they were close enough, nor had she run her hand through his hair before.

Though, she meditated, he had all but cuddled up to her leg this afternoon while she was writing, because he had been seeking the patch of sunlight to nap in. All under the pretense of helping her write music, of course. The messed up hair was probably because of his nap.

Silly kitty.

He really did seem to act like a cat. Marinette chuckled to herself, because Alya always bragged about designing characters that were spot on.

Adrien had wiggled his way into her life. He had become her partner in crime for so many things: writing music (the boy had such good taste and his basslines were epic), teasing Alya and Nino, long chats about music history or theory, and the like. One time, they got in a debate on the chord progression of a movie that they were watching with Nino and Alya, who were slightly annoyed at the interruption.

Marinette rolled her eyes and crossed the room. “Chat,” she called, adhering to Alya’s rule of using their pseudo while being fully in costume. This gave her full right to record videos, take pictures, and whatever else she needed to do for advertising purposes. When he didn’t respond, she placed her hand on his shoulder. “Kitty, your hair is a mess,” she said, lifting his hood and running her hands through his hair to fix it properly.

His bright green eyes, accented by the black make-up mask painted on his face, turned to her in surprise. He smiled down at her, allowing her to spike up his hair properly. “Hi, my Lady. You can fix my hair anytime,” he winked.

Marinette propped his hood back up on top of his head, noting the glistening silver that sparkled from his left ear. “How are the piercings feeling? It’s been a couple days since Juleka did them, yes?”

Adrien winced a little. “They still are very sore, but it’s not bad. Juleka did an awesome job.”

Marinette peeked inside the side of his hood. He had one piercing on each ear, and then a cartilage piercing on his left side.

“What did your friends think?” Marinette asked. He had come in after his rehearsal and promptly fallen asleep. Then, there had been the normal flurry of getting ready for a concert. She hadn’t really talked to him in a couple days and found that she had missed the dorky guy.

Adrien chuckled, “The people in my ensemble didn’t say much. One of my friends was a little more opinionated, but she didn’t seem to hate it. My dad was a little more upset, but I’m an adult and it doesn’t affect my performances.” He leaned in a little to her, lifting his hand to block his mouth from others, confiding. “Between you and me, bugaboo, I have been ordered around all my life, so it’s nice to make decisions of my own now.” He pulled back and winked at her.

Marinette giggled in response, but filed away the information. They had been slowly learning more about each other as they worked together as band-mates and writing buddies. He treated her like a close friend, but she could tell that he hid away a lot of his life from everyone.

“Your secret is safe with me!”

He grinned, “Are you ready for the concert tonight? We have been pumping out music pretty fast.”

“That’s usually what happens when it is summer. I have more time to write, and everyone has more time to learn the songs! I’m ready, it’s just going to take a lot of energy for these songs.”

Adrien avoided Rose, who jostled behind him through the kitchen. “You always are able to perform with an abundance of energy, so I don’t think you will have any issues! I’m excited to see you and Alya do the opener.”

Marinette grinned and looked across the room at her best friend, who was taking pictures with one hand and gesturing at Max, who was messing with their video camera. “She always brings out the best in me for these types of songs! The lyrics are a play off of a conversation we had a year ago.”

Adrien paused for a moment, reflecting on the lyrics he remembered. “That makes a lot of sense, now that you say that!”

“Okay kids!” Alya shouted through the group, “It’s showtime!”

Xxxxxx

Marinette took a deep breath as the upbeat intro played. She looked across the stage, that was set up in a park for them, to Alya, who gave her a quick wink.

They both nodded to each other and pranced onto the stage, in front of the band as Marinette began to sing.

Rule number one, is that you gotta have fun

But baby when you're done, you gotta be the first to run.

She and Alya circled around each other as Alya began to sing.

Rule number two, just don't get attached to

Somebody you could lose, so le-let me tell you

The girls high-fived as the chorus started, launching into a simple hip-hop style dance with Rose and Mylene framing them. Marinette belted out the lyrics, and Alya sang a harmony over her.

This is how to be a heartbreaker, boys they like a little danger

We'll get him falling for a stranger, a player, singing I lo-lo-love you

How to be a heartbreaker, boys they like the look of danger

We'll get him falling for a stranger, a player, singing I lo-lo-love you

At least I think I do

The girls finished with a spin and then pranced around the stage as they vocalized. Marinette stopped to dance back-to-back with Lila and Alya went to hip bump Nino at his keyboard.

'Cause I lo-lo-lo-love you

Both of them sang together and then circled back to center stage. Marinette took the lead, and Alya sang the upper harmony over her.

Rule number three, wear your heart on your cheek

But never on your sleeve, unless you wanna taste defeat

Marinette tapped her cheek and then waggled her finger at the audience, a grin etched on her face. Singing with Alya always gave her tons of energy. Again, the girls switched and Alya sang the melody as Marinette sang the upper harmony.

Rule number four, gotta be looking pure

Kiss him goodbye at the door, and leave him wanting more, more

Alya pantomimed a kiss at the front of the stage, and then joined the rest of the girls toward the center to dance again. They launched into the same dance sequence, popping together and spinning.

This is how to be a heartbreaker, boys they like a little danger

We'll get him falling for a stranger, a player, singing lo-lo-love you

Marinette was in a full grin. This was one of her new favorite songs; it was so catchy, thanks to Adrien’s amazing chord progression and bassline, and she loved the lyrics. It was amazing how much Adrien had helped her with music for this concert, and she was so happy he had given her the assistance.

How to be a heartbreaker, boys they like the look of danger

We'll get him falling for a stranger, a player, singing lo-lo-love you

At least I think I do

The song abruptly cut off at the end of the lyric, Max throwing the stage into a full black out. Through the silence, Marinette heard Nino start the beginning melody for the next song, his synth ringing out. She could hear the rest of the crew shuffling to their next positions as she planted center-stage, waiting for her cue.

She heard the phrase starting again, and jumped in, still shrouded in dark.

Tonight feels like we can do anything we like, oh

Tonight feels like the best night of my life

Bright lights started to strobe around her, and she heard Nino begin to rap over her singing, alternating with her as the beat rose.

I'm goin' in, (put your - put your hands up), I'm goin' in, (put your - put your hands up), I'm goin' in (put your - put your hands up), I'm goin' in, (put your - put your hands up)

The music built up around her, and she took a couple steps back, trusting the Alix and Kim wouldn’t run into her in the dark. Nino had recorded her voice and looped it with his own, editing it into the build up.

I'm goin' in, in in in in

On the drop, chaos ensued. There were a blow of small, sparkler-like fireworks across the stage, and the lights snapped on, colors roaming everywhere. Marinette watched as Alix and Kim flipped around the stage. Alya had traded her microphone for her phone, doing a ‘stage cam’ for the fans and running through the chaos.

Marinette pranced to the front of the stage and began to sing.

It's 'go' time, press my button yeah blow the stage, grenade

Oh my, tonight we gon' ring the tank, bananas

The music dropped slightly, allowing her to sing more lyrically.

No hold, there ain't no stopping us tonight

I'm on my crazy, she on a crazy, we on this crazy

We are amazing

She could feel the subtle build again, as Nino looped her voice for the chorus. Marinette was always amazed by Nino’s skill, as he preferred to do the majority of his mixes on the fly, rather than prepare them before, like most DJs. Like any of the other band members on stage, he responds to real time and performs just like them.

Tonight feels like we can do anything we like, oh

Tonight feels like the best night of my life

I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in, in in in in

Marinette jumped into the complicated dance sequence with Rose and Mylene framing her. They had been pushing her to do harder choreography, and she could tell that her hard work had been paying off. She popped to the music, putting as much effort into the short sequence as she did her singing. Alix and Kim were pumping up the crowd with their fancy tricks and flips.

Take it to the head, take it off the edge

Nothing but the best

Feeling like a million, million people everywhere

Put it in the air

We don't give a damn, feeling like a billion, billion

Alya came up next to Marinette, her phone still filming in her hand. Marinette sang into the camera, punctuating the section with a wink to the fans. She knew that they loved the view from the stage, watching the performance from their point of view.

No hold, there ain't no stopping us tonight

I'm on my crazy, she on a crazy, we on this crazy

We are amazing

Marinette backed into the left corner where Adrien was rocking out on the bass. She bumped her hip against his, giving him a giant smile. He had worked his butt off with Nino, taking her basic sketches for the music and making it come to life. She was amazed at how talented he was, and his ability to push her to create better music.

Tonight feels like we can do anything we like, oh

Tonight feels like the best night of my life

I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in, in in in in

She passed by Juleka on the drums, reaching out her hand. Juleka gave her a fist bump, her drum stick still in hand and not missing a beat. Grinning at Ivan and Lila, who were rocking away on the other side of Juleka, Marinette meet Rose and Mylene at the front of the stage just as Nino took to the mic, rapping away.

Hey you hands on the ceiling, Nobody move, nobody get shot, Lip pounds on me

I love it how a mami went around on me, So I never get enough of yelling, ven aqui

Officer on duty, *Ladybug what they call her; Take me to jail, cause I wanna be your robber

Put me in a cell if you really need to holler; Put me in a cell feed down *Bubbler, hey

To the sky, put your hands on rock, plus nobody telling please that the club is mi casa

So they wanna freak, on the way you call papa, gotta make them sing high notes like Oprah

When the ego, I got four Leo; Even the DJ, wanna rep Puerto Rico

Got it on replay, like you just broke a needle; whatever that he say, better listen up people

The girls finished their dance sequence, Marinette launching out, almost breathless, to sing again. She pranced over to Nino, giving him a high five for spitting out all those words.

Facing the crowd, she planted in center stage, singing out the last chorus.

Tonight, feels like, Tonight, feels like, the best night of my life

I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in, hey!

The whole crew pumped their right fist to the air, freezing as the lights went out around them.

Xxxx

Adrien watched as Ladybug’s pigtails bounced with each step as she talked animatedly with Nino. Her hands flew in the air as she gestured, almost smacking the boy in the face. Her makeup mask was slightly smudged, but still very present.

The red really brings out her blue eyes, he thought, watching them flash with excitement.

“… And Chat killed that bass part!” She spun around quickly, startling Adrien. Her smile was breathless and beaming, as she walked backwards a couple steps. “I’m so glad that you fixed it on that drop, it made the world of a difference.”

“Of course, my Lady,” he replied with an amused smile.

Nino winked at him over his shoulder, as Marinette turned back around and skipped a few steps to the side door of Le Chat Noir. She flung it open with a bang and dashed in to greet Alya, who had come in Max’s car to help him with the tech stuff.

Nino’s eyes were laughing at her excitement, “She’s super pumped right now.”

“I haven’t seen her this excited after a show yet,” Adrien mused, as he followed Nino in through the door. “I mean, she was pretty happy after the last show, but not walking on literal sunshine.”

Nino shrugged, “She used to be like this after every show when we first started, but that ass she dated for a while kinda brought down her energy.” He smiled fondly at Marinette, who was hopping around in a squealing circle with Alya. “I’m really glad that she seems to be getting better, now that he is gone.”

“Was he really that bad?”

“Yes,” Nino almost growled. “There were many days where Alya wanted to beat the shit outta him, but knew that Marinette would be pissed.”

Adrien sighed, sad that she had to go through that relationship, but happy that she seemed to be getting better now.”

He glanced around the small club, observing the band scattered throughout the room in clumps. Alya and Marinette were still dancing around and chatting a small way from Max, who was pouring over his computer, most likely editing the video from their performance. He didn’t like to do a ton of edits, but merged in some of Alya’s on-stage camera and dubbing a better sound recording over, rather than the crappy camera sound. Juleka was carrying a couple of beers and a pink drink over to Rose and Lila, who were talking. Nathaniel, Mylene, and Ivan were watching Kim and Alix, who seemed to be trying to balance plastic cups on their noses. Everyone was lively and laughing, high off of the energy from the performance.

“It was really nice of your cousin to let us hang out in the club after the performance,” Adrien said, following Nino to the DJ booth.

Nino unpacked his laptop. “Jax is a really cool guy. The club is closed on Tuesdays, so we usually come after concerts, if they happen to be on that day. A lot of the band hangs out here a lot anyways. Mari bartends, so the drinks are free or reduced, and there is always dancing.” Nino smacked Adrien’s shoulder, “You should come on a Latin night! Those are the best.”

Adrien laughed, “Sounds like fun!” He watched as Marinette walked over to the bar and ducked under the counter that lay across the entrance. “I’m gonna go get something to drink, do you want anything?”

Nino followed Adrien’s gaze and gave him an eyebrow raise. “Tell Mari to make me my usual. I’m gonna get set up over here so we can have some beats!”

Adrien rolled his eyes at Nino’s antics and jumped down from the booth. Strolling up to the bar, he sat on one of the seats in front of the girl.

She smirked at him, “This feels familiar.”

Adrien chuckled, “Just a little over a month, huh? Who would have thought that the almighty Ladybug, Paris’ favorite singer, would become one of my close friends?”

Marinette grinned at him. “I’m glad you joined our group, kitty. You’re a fantastic addition to the team and I have enjoyed getting to know you.”

Adrien reached out, releasing her hand from its hold on the glass and setting it on the counter. He brought the back of her hand to his lips, brushing a soft kiss across the back of it. “And I, you, my Lady.”

Marinette pulled her hand back and poked him in the nose, her eyes gleaming. “Alright, you dork. What do you want to drink?”

Adrien smiled a loopy grin at her, “Whatever you made me last time was fantastic, and Nino requested his usual.”

Marinette laughed, picking up the glass Adrien had made her discard. She filled it with ice, and then swooped up two more glasses to join it. “Nino’s usual is just a random beer on tap. I surprise him every time!”

Adrien watched as she quickly poured rum in his glass, and what looked like vodka in the other two glasses at the same time. Another liquor was added to the two glasses with vodka, while she poured coke from the soda gun into his drink. She reached down and grabbed a jug of orange juice from the refrigerator. Dashing a little bit into the two other drinks, she poured what looked like cranberry juice from the gun to top them off. She reached into the fruit tray next to her and squeezed a lime in his drink, and slid it across the bar to him. Two orange slices were dunked into the other two drinks, followed by straws.

Whirling around, she pulled a pint glass off the stack and pondered in front of the beer taps. Adrien watched her pigtails flip over her shoulder, as she cocked her head in contemplation. He felt a loopy smile come across his face; he admired this girl so much. She was so brave, strong, and smart. Her knowledge of and enthusiasm for music amazed him endlessly. He loved watching her eyes light up with excitement when she came up with a genius idea for a chord progression or drew connections between composers’ works. He adored the teasing glint in her eye as she fended off his flirty advances. Her loyalty to her friends and deep love for them made him desire to become that close to her. Her courage to pick herself up after a bad relationship and thrive in her art regardless was inspiring.

Her playfulness made his heart sing.

He knew he was falling for ‘his Lady,’ and falling fast, but part of him did not care.

Marinette whirled back around, her bluebell eyes meeting his. She saw his loopy smile, his chin propped on his hand as he gazed at her, and offered a cocked eyebrow. He could see the familiar teasing glint in her eyes, knowing that she had caught him gazing longingly at her.

She propped one hand on her hip, “Like what you see, alley cat?”

Adrien tried not to sigh, “How could one not, when you are the view?”

Her eyes widened, and he realized that he actually said his thoughts out loud. Stammering, he sat up straight waving his hands in front of him, frantically trying to back track. “I didn’t mean… Well, you are really pretty… I didn’t want to…”

Giving up, he threw his hands in the air in frustration, and flopped his head on the bar top with a groan. His arms came down to hid his face from the still-shocked girl in front of him.

He heard a snicker, some giggles, and then her ringing laughter. Peeking up at her from his hiding place in his arms, he saw her bracing herself against the bar top, almost falling over in laughter.

Indignantly, he cried out a short, “Hey!” She looked up at him, wiping the tears from her eyes and still giggling.

“I’m so sorry, you just got so flustered and I didn’t even do anything this time!” Her eyes met his, filled with mirth.

He sat up, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest in a pout. “Glad to see you find my embarrassment so humorous.”

She leaned down, almost draping herself on the counter, coming close to his face. Her hand came up to caress his cheek, a dangerous glint coming into her eyes. “Kitty, why do you think I tease you so often?” Her right eyebrow cocked upwards, “Besides, you actually caught me off guard this time.”

His breath hitched at her close proximity. She drew back, walking with swaying hips to the end of the bar and ducking back under the entrance. Coming beside him, she teasingly elbowed him out of his frozen state and swooped up the two cocktails and Nino’s beer in her capable hands. Adrien shook himself out of his shock and snatched up his own drink, chasing after her quick strides.

Catching up to her, he looked down at her with a smile. She was amazing.

And he told her so, chuckling when she winked back at him.

They walked up to Alya, who was still working with Max. Marinette handed her one of the cocktails, grinning when Alya thanked her with a kiss on the cheek.

“Wanna go give Nino his beer and get the party started?” Marinette asked her, with a large grin on her face.

“You know it!” Alya snatched the beer from Marinette’s hands and bounded up to the DJ booth.

A moment later, her voice was resounding through the speakers. “Alright gang! You know the drill. I’m gonna be filming for a little bit and snapping some pictures for promo stuff, so stick to alias names for a little while. Let’s get this party started!”

The rest of the crew shouted as Nino turned up the music and down the lights. Adrien felt his heartrate pick up with the beat of the music.

Baby, this is what you came for

Lightning strikes every time she moves

And everybody's watching her but she's looking at you

He looked down at Marinette, who was taking a long sip from her drink, her hips moving in time with the music. She was watching Rose, who had grabbed Juleka by the hand and pulled her to the dance floor. Lila skipped out behind them, her hair fanning out over her shoulders. Mylene and Ivan followed a little slower, Mylene leading him with a cute dance. Alix and Kim swooped down on Max, pulling him off his laptop and onto the dance floor. Even Nathaniel was chilling on the outskirts, sipping on a glass of beer.

Marinette put her half-empty drink on the tall cocktail table and pulled his own out of his hand. “Come on,” her smile beamed up at him, her hand warm in his as she tugged him toward the dance floor. “I said I would teach you how to dance to this style when you could handle me,” she said with a wink.

Adrien’s mind flashed to the first night he had been in this club, Marinette teasing him endlessly. He grinned as she pulled him closer to her in the center of the dance floor, “Teach away, wild mustang!”

He watched as she bobbed to the music in front of him, her arms thrown up in the air, eyes sparkling, and hips swaying to the beat. Her dark hair caught the light of the flashing lights, entrancing him.

Baby, this is what you came for

Lightning strikes every time she moves

And everybody's watching her but she's looking at you

Her eyes met his, laughing. “Come on, kitty. Just let loose and have fun! There are no rules on this dance floor.”

Adrien looked around, finding that everyone was moving however the music led them to. Everyone sang the lyrics to each other, jumping up and down with the beat. He saw how people would gravitate toward each other, touching for moments, and then pull away.

Marinette saw his hesitation and pulled him toward her by his wrist. “Listen to the music and enjoy,” she shouted over the music, putting his hand on her waist.

Adrien took a deep breath, allowing the beat to wash over him as he followed her lead.

We go fast with the game we play

Who knows why it's gotta be this way

We say nothing more than we need

I say, "Your place," when we leave

The music dropped around him and he found himself singing lyrics over the loud music, his nose almost rubbing with Marinette’s.

“Follow my lead,” she said by his ear.

Baby, this is what you came for

Lightning strikes every time she moves

And everybody's watching her but she's looking at you

He looked down at her feet as she took two steps to the side, tapping her foot at the end with a hip swish, and then repeated the other way. Adrien followed her steps, syncing in quickly. This he could do, just like the ballroom dance lessons his father had him take. But this time, it was Marinette, a stunning, enthusiastic, amazing young lady in his arms and not the old ballroom instructor. He felt Marinette pulling him closer and put her right hand in his left, similar to a ballroom closed position. Instead of placing his right on her shoulder blade, as he should, he tightened his full arm around the small of her back, his arm flush against the bare skin exposed by her crop top.

Baby, this is what you came for

Lightning strikes every time she moves

And everybody's watching her but she's looking at you

They continued to move together, her hips swaying in time with his. Once he got the feeling of the step, he pulled his hand up on the touch and spun her around on the next step. He pulled her close at the end, grinning at the breathless surprise on her face. A smirk fell over her face, and her knees bent as she swished her hips more, pressing closer to him.

The music faded around them, switching to a different song. The beat gradually changed – a testament to Nino’s DJing – and everyone cheered as the new song came on. Adrien joined them, recognizing the song as one from a popular American artist. He locked eyes with Marinette, her laughter taking his breath away as she opened her mouth to belt out the lyrics.

I've been reading books of old, the legends and the myths

Achilles and his gold, Hercules and his gifts

Spiderman's control, and Batman with his fists

And clearly I don't see myself upon that list

He joined his voice with hers, singing with her and the rest of the group.

But she said, where d'you wanna go? How much you wanna risk?

I'm not looking for somebody, with some superhuman gifts

Some superhero; Some fairytale bliss

Just something I can turn to, somebody I can kiss

Adrien cradled her closer, pushing her into a typical ballroom box step. He watched her eyes widen as she followed his lead, picking up quickly.

I want something just like this

Oh, I want something just like this

He spun her around again, pulling her close. Her eyes seared into his soul with her laughter. They sang together as they danced to the music, pressing every inch against each other.

I want something just like this

He could feel her breath against him, his heart pounding in his ribs. He dipped his head closer to her, singing the lyrics to her.

But she said, where d'you wanna go? How much you wanna risk?

I'm not looking for somebody, with some superhuman gifts

Some superhero; Some fairytale bliss

Just something I can turn to, somebody I can kiss

I want something just like this

Oh, I want something just like this

The music began to fade again, and the two stood, chest to chest, in the middle of the dance floor. The world had melted around them, leaving them alone. All he could feel was Marinette in his arms, her hands around his neck and tangled in his hair. Their foreheads were pressed together as they swayed with little attempt to follow the music.

“I want something just like this,” Adrien sang with the dying music.

His breath hitched as she pulled closer, laying her head in the crook of his shoulder. Her body fit right into his, her breath against his neck. Adrien folded his arms around her further, hugging her to him.

It felt perfect. Amazing. Miraculous.

They stayed like that for what felt like decades, with no attention to the next song playing through the speakers, lost in each other.

Marinette finally pulled back a little, looking into his eyes with a deep gaze that surprised him. He had never seen her look at him like that.

Confusion splashed suddenly across her face, and she reached into her back pocket. Still tucked in his arms, she fished out her phone and unlocked it, looking at a text. Adrien couldn’t help but watch due to the close proximity and his natural curiosity.

He felt, rather than heard, her gasp against him, her fingers frantically pulling up a different application. Her head whipped toward the edge of the dance floor, where Alya was smirking at them, waving her own phone in the air.

Adrien followed her gaze back down toward the twitter feed on her own phone. A video began to play of a familiar dance floor and two familiar figures in red and black, pressed together and singing their hearts out.

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Story repost: 2 yrs ago The old man sat crosslegged in a corner of the train station, an old beginner's guitar in his lap. A stained and creased paper bag folded open in front of him to collect any odd and happenstance tips. It was exactly an arm's length reach away. Once when he was young and new, a large man picked up the musician's semi-full hat of tips, and with a big smile on his face roamed through the slowly gathering crowd, holding out the felt container to collect small change. Everyone thought he was helping the music man, but then he slid around the corner to fading music. The musican missed that never-to-be-seen again hat. It was a lesson from long ago that he couldn't now explain, but an arm reach was the rule. Now many years later, his empty stomach had brought him back here and he followed the rules. Trains arrived with their wind tunnel roar and garbled PA proclamations, but interruptions didn't matter: the show must go on. His voice had mostly gone years ago, but he just talked the words to his songs now. His small change hopes bolstered when a man who heard his rambling strums strolled over. After a brief pause the commuter tossed a quarter into the bag and hurried away. Later, lost in a hazy reverie, the old man didn't see the young couple standing in font of him. When they began singing with him, he was startled that they knew the words; his songs were small-time and few had heard them. Encouraged, he thought maybe they had heard him in better years. After all, years ago his kids had posted some of the songs online. One piece had even gotten up to 10 views. For the old man, at this down and out moment on this cold noisy platform, these two youngsters singing his music was akin to a Carnagie Hall ovation. He even ignored his inner voice nagging that he was late if he wanted to make the shelter's last call dinner curfew. After he had mumbled his way through all the songs he could remember, he painfully stood up and thanked his audience of two. He spilled the few coins in the bag as he fumbled with the guitar. The young woman knelt down beside him to help and suggested, "Why don't you come home for supper with us, Dad, Mom's waiting." https://www.instagram.com/p/BzrPndgBreW/?igshid=dwx9q8v4dn15

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holiday girlfriend; semi eita

chapter two

- reality check

two shots in and the heavy petting has already began.

this beautiful lady took the opportunity to get a hit in the semi eita. she was on top of him, grinding whilst kissing him. semi was feeling all up on her, trying to get the most of what he could before he lost it all.

she started to take off her top, as well as the rest of her clothing. semi followed suit, laying her on this random persons bed in this random persons room.

ah the beauty of party sex, hooking up with a random body you most likely will never see again, it’s better when your famous because then they all want you. it’s like you were dripping with sex appeal, semi loved it all.

however, recently semi has been having this problem. in which, he can’t get hard, despite all the lustful emotions, he just can’t.

reason being? well, semi gets this image of a happy family between you, his child and him. all of his arousal just disappears and all of a sudden, his fatherly hormones take in. deciding to only think about what his child would looks like, whether he would do well in school, wondering if he would like music just like his father.

obviously, this isn’t a great imagine to be fucking a girl to.

but semi had hope, this girl was utterly beautiful. she had a beautiful body, amazing smile and god, her lips were addicting. sort of like yours.

‘wait what the fuck?’ semi thought as he and this girl were grinding naked, attempting to push out the thoughts of you out of his head.

but once they started, the didn’t stop. it was you, coddling his child. it was you, pregnant and rubbing your belly whilst smiling at him so endearingly, it was you, running around with his child in the garden.

it was all about you and his fucking child.

“stop! fuck..” semi suddenly shouted, scaring the girl. she had pulled away confusingly.

“is everything ok?” she asked, jesus even her voice sounded like you.

“yeah, i’m cool. uh, sorry for this. maybe next time? not really feeling it.” semi sighed, rubbing his eyes with his hands.

“oh sure, bye!” she quickly got off, and started getting dressed.

“thanks” semi replied meekly, the aftermath was always humiliating.

no soon than she arrived, the lady of the night left.

semi immediately groaned and flopped onto the bed. semi was so confused as to what the hell was happening? he always had the drive to have sex, in fact, he so desperately wanted to have sex. however, the images his brain thought of was so.. domestic.

he just couldn’t get those images out of his head. in his dreams, during sex even when recording songs, he finds himself singing lyrics that don’t match his vibe.

one time he fully said your name, it was highly embarrassing.

semi eita didn’t miss you, he simply couldn’t. semi eita never missed anyone, it’s not in his blood. but for some twisted reason, he longed to go back to (country), to meet the woman that changed his and her own life for hopefully the better.

weirdly enough, the day he left, he felt like he was leaving something major behind, semi never feels that way, he just summed it up to the nervousness of you blabbering your mouth all over the media. but it’s something more than that.

maybe semi eita did miss people, or maybe it’s only just you. god, this was so not him.

semi grabbed his phone and looked for the contact number that would hopefully be the answer for all of his problems.

he failed the number, anxiously waiting for the man in question.

“hey, tendou? yeah, i’m good. i just need to come in tomorrow, i have a huge problem”

“how are you feeling today?” tendou asked, his red hair falling down majestically and sophisticatedly. his round black glasses softening the piercing glare tendou naturally had.

“don’t patronise me, you ballsack.” semi was quick to reply, however tendou didn’t feel offended.

semi was never one to talk about his feelings, he felt as though they were “gay.” tendou had broke him out of that habit but it still takes him a bit of time to open up.

tendou was a licensed therapist, semi had first come to him during the early stages of his career when semi fell into a huge pit of depression. fear for the future as the music industry was really failing him. he was broke, alone and had no hope. luckily, semi found someone but that didn’t necessarily erase his fears. tendou helped him through this, and while for the most part it worked, part of semi was always a little bit of a rebel.

this is when semi’s man whore habits come into place, it was the sense of control he gained that he liked, one he never obtained during his broke music days.

i know, petty man has problems and decides to take it out on the women of society. so unheard of.

“ok tendou, i’m going to tell uou something which you cannot say a thing about.” semi finally spoke, fiddling with his silver rings.

“of course, i’d loose my job if i were to say anything.” tendou chuckled whilst shifting into a comfortable position in his seat.

“ok.” semi took a deep breathe before continuing.

“i have a baby.”

tendou choked on the glass of water he was sipping. coughing profusely to get it out whilst semi just sat there looking at him blankly.

once tendou could finally regain himself, he muttered a ‘continue’

“i left it, both it and the mother. i know it’s shitty but i’m at the highlight of my career, i deserve to think about myself right? men’s mental health or sum shit. anyways, they are both in (country) and it’s been 6 months. ever since then, i’ve been having a little.. problem. every time i have sec with anyone else i… i just… gah- icantgethard… god, it’s so embarrassing. i just keep thinking of a family with this girl and it’s keeping me up. i see her face everywhere and i’m always thinking about this stupid fucking baby i left behind. tendou i don’t know what to do.” semi was out of breathe after explaining everything to him. it felt good to finally get everything out.

“hm, and how does all of this make you feel?” tendou asked, soaking up every piece of information he dropped.

“i don’t know, fucking embarrassed? a little guilty and just paranoid. anythung could happen and i’m here like a dickhead.. i mean, that’s what someone who cared would think.” semi tried to play it off and act nonchalant, hiding the obvious fact that he cared about this, deeply.

“do you want my advice as a therapist or as a friend?” tendou asked.

“both” semi replied.

“alright, well as a therapist, this is surprisingly normal. not the lack of hardness, that’s all you buddy” tendou chuckled before he continued.

“but the feeling of guilt, isolation and paranoia is completely normal. it’s worse since you already have anxiety, it’s already worsening your case. what do you think you should do about this?” tendou asked.

“i think, i don’t know. i want to ignore this and move on, maybe this is a phase?” semi groaned.

tendou hummed, taking in the scenery from his office window. silence overtook them, semi did not enjoy the silence.

“can you give me advice?” semi blurted out.

“therapy isn’t about answers, it’s about discovering emotions and you making your own path with this new found knowledge. i cant advice you what to think, i can only guide you”

“well then speak to me as my friend, therapist tendou is too silent it’s scary.” semi huffed.

“well, as your best friends, get the fuck up your ass and take care of your baby. you’re stupid enough to let it go for god knows how long and now your whining and bitching that you keep thinking your child and her mother? you selfish prick, what the hell is wrong with you?” tendou slightly raised his voice, startling semi.

semi looked down in shame, as much as his pride wanted him not to acknowledge it, semi was a dick. he was selfish, crude, a whore, just everything under the sun. has he been the problem all this time?

talk about a reality check.

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