Give Us a Chance (Semi Eita x F!Reader) Masterlist
Synopsis: (Y/n) is a famous actress. Semi is a rock star. Somehow, they get to following each other on twitter and a friendship is formed. But after meeting up IRL, a photo of them in a (seemingly) compromising position spreads like wildfire and dating allegations are thrown their way. Follow them on a wild adventure that starts as friendship but forms into much, much more.
me: Haikyuu is a groundbreaking work of art. amazing characters who develop beautifully, wonderful soundtrack, ten out of ten plot, great message about resilience and determination and beautiful bonds/friendships
|| Helping To Forget || ~ Terushima Yuuji x Reader
Masterlist
Cont. from Previous
Warnings: None? Language.
(Y/n) grinned at the two. The more exhausted looking one pushed his glasses up his face with a sigh while he counterpart bounced excitedly on his heels.
“So? What can I get started for you two?” (Y/n) asked, tapping her fingers on the counter. The more energetic of the two, Bokuto, as she recalled him being called, turned to look at his friend with wide, eyes.
“Akaashi, I don’t get coffee often, what should I get?” he asked and Akaashi smiled at him.
“He’ll get a medium iced green tea with mint, lemon, and honey and... I’ll have a medium Americano with 4 shots of espresso. Oh, and can we also get a chocolate chip cookie and an apple turnover?” (Y/n) nodded and typed in their order on the screen in front of her.
“Yeah of course! Can I get a name for both those drinks?” Akaashi responded with both their names for their respective drinks and (Y/n) wrote them down, adding little owl doodles next to them. She didn’t know why but Bokuto gave off owlish vibes.
“Alright! That’ll be $10.26 please!” Akaashi moved to hand over money but Bokuto stepped in and handed his card to (Y/n) first causing Akaashi to glare at him.
“Let me spoil you. Even if it’s just coffee,” Bokuto pouted. Akaashi sighed but nodded and (Y/n) handed the card back before moving to hand them their cookie and turnover.
“Hey, (Y/n) order up,” Taichi called from behind her. She didn’t even notice him come into work.
“Oh! Thanks Taichi!” She grabbed the duo’s drinks and handed them over, bidding them a good day before waving goodbye to them. As they left, she could hear Bokuto gushing about the little matching owl’s on each of their cups.
She giggled and leaned against the counter, Taichi moving to lean on the counter opposite of her.
“Hows work been so far?” Taichi asked and she shrugged.
“Pretty uneventful. There was a little boy who spilt hot chocolate all over earlier that I had to clean up but aside from that, nothing has happened.” Taichi nodded.
“Great. Let’s get these last few hours over with then and head to your place.”
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The next few hours went by quickly, with only once accident involving a Karen who took out her shitty day on Taichi. (Y/n) ended up stepping up and kicking the woman out right as she moved to dump her (perfectly made and not at all “too cold”) coffee on her friend.
The coffee duo left the shop when their replacements came and they wandered towards (Y/n)’s apartment, chatting idly about what school was like for both of them and how they were probably going to end up watching IT: Chapter 2 when they arrived.
“Hey babydoll!” Terushima called as (Y/n) opened her front door. She rolled her eyes, suppressing a smile as it creeped onto her face.
“Gross. Move,” Taichi kicked off his shoes and sat down on the couch, crushing Terushima’s legs when he didn’t move them fast enough. Terushima yelped pathetically causing (Y/n) to giggle but when her eyes landed on Atsumu as he stepped out of her kitchen, she glared.
“You, mister, have some explaining to do,” Atsumu’s eyes were wide, a spoonful of ice-cream froze midair as he was caught redhanded. But then he shrugged and shoved the spoon in his mouth, strutting past the owner of the apartment without a care. “Hey! Excuse me! I’m talking to you!”
“I heard. I don’t care.”
“Atsumu,” She warned.
“Fine, my class was canceled but I was already on campus and I didn’t feel like going home so I came here,” Atsumu explained, rolling his eyes.
“And how did you get in?”
“You gave all of us spare keys when you were drunk. We even went and got some copied at the store,” Taichi chimed in from where he was sitting on his phone.
“I did?”
“You did!” Terushima smiled at her.
“I don’t know what we’re talking about, nor do I care. Here’s your notes, (Y/n). Now come on you fuckers, let’s watch IT!” Futakuchi entered the apartment, dropping the notes on the table. He grinned at (Y/n) as he passed by and she groaned as the boys cheered.
