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KENMA KOZUME who is looking after your little sibling or nephew, both cross legged on the hardwood floor and a sea of toys surrounding them. Except when you come into his peripheral vision and suddenly he’s turned his head fully to look at you, eyes asking, pleading, ‘Am I doing good?’, and before you can take another step towards the pair, he’s stretched out from where he’s sitting with a straightened arm and curled hand, sweeping the floor to move the miniature men and women, little animals, and tiny accessories more towards the wall. Now you can take a step closer without getting your feet afflicted 2 times apiece.

You take a seat next to your angel boy and move a strand of hair out your face, and begin to look for the evidence of what the duo has made of the past hours.

Next to the little one, a farmer and his cow, a house made of lego (whose professionalism in construction you will not comment on) furnished with bits and bobs, a girl with a kitten in her arms, and a little car.

Looking over to what’s sandwiched in between Kenma’s crossed feet: a perfect little gas station, built from a combination of Legos and miscellaneous toys. Moreover, a tiny little make-believe laundromat locale, with no proper walls but it’s clear where the they would be. You look over at the architect-builder in question with intrigued starry eyes and a crept up smile.

“The cat owns the laundromat”, he says, like it’s something he gets to say just like that, with his beautiful honey voice and tilt of something between a chuckle and a short giggle at the end of such a ridiculous sentence.

You take note of his sparkly eyes, and accept that now you’re in the joke that is the pretend world they have crafted.

He points lazily to the farmer and you turn your head to the individual with the two tiny black dots for eyes in question. “He’s coming to pump some gas.”

You let a giggle you can’t take hold of and turn back to meet his face again, and he’s already looking at you, laughing his delicate laugh and then showing you his happy dopey eyes and small smile combo.

You take a sigh of happy contentment and watch as your kiddie companion starts blabbering on and expanding on this beautiful little microcosm they’ve built, detracting from you two lovebirds and shifting to look behind themselves and grab another valuable little toy person to the story.

You wrap an arm around Kenma’s shoulder and pull him in so the side of his scalp rests against your lips. You don’t kiss it, afraid the little one will hear the ‘chuu’ sound and run off out of sight. But Kenma knows, and he rests his eyes content and smiling a little. He knows that soon enough (after little trouble is gone) he’ll be splayed out with you offering kisses all over his face, and oh how he’ll be holding your waist with both his hands and a little smile again. What a beautiful little world you’ve both crafted indeed <3

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will get back to writing soon im just on my period and work is beating my ass

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Gojo and Choso, referenced from Ye Hao's "Heat Stroke" photoshoot!

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cw: use of she/her, mention of gun, slight manga spoilers, fluff(?)

Kenma stares as his girlfriend languidly drapes herself on top of the sofa he’s currently sat on.

“You need to buy a gun and shoot me,” she groans out, slightly muffled in the plush of the cushions.

“Okay.”

“Thank you.”

There was a beat of silence before either of them said anything.

“Okay… what’s up. You know normal people start off with “Hi” or “How are you?””

She plants her arms on the surface to lift her face off the sofa, and turns her head to the overgrown blonde. “Well you dated me for my charm and charisma so don’t take it back now,” she quips. “And I am normal.” He stares blankly at her, blinking.

“..Anyways, I have to go to work in like 5 minutes. I think I’d rather die than have to deal with these customers. I need you to hurry and get a billion subscribers on your channel so you get rich, and I can quit my job. Dating you was an investment, you know?”

“Feeling the love, dude..”

She giggles as she plants a peck on her boyfriend’s cheek, feeling the stretch on her torso as her body contorts to reach him.

“I’m kiddiiinng. I’m also very into loser gamer boys.” Her giggles transition into a full blown laugh at the sight of his disgusted expression. He rolls his eyes as he pries her arms off him so she can fall on the cushion below her.

“Okaayy, I hope you have the worst day at work, and a customer yells at you for something out of your control.”

“Hey—wait. C’mon that’s not gonna happen.. Kenma stop I’m gonna have a good, easy day—Tell me I will… PLEASE,” she stammers out.

Kenma watches as she struggles to stand back up to move to the spot in front of him.

“Kenma I’m going to have such a good day today, but it’s only going to happen if you say I’ll have a good day.”

Her pleading face comes into his view, she knows he can’t resist her.

“…I guess you’ll have an okay day.”

“Good enough. Gonna be late. Bye! I love you.”

“I love you too,” he whispers as she rushes out the door, keys jangling in her hand. He looks down, cheeks lightly flushed, with a hint of a smile on his face. He thinks he always wants to hear those words come out her mouth.

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3am convenience store trip

cw: use of she/her, reader smokes, one (1) sex joke, not proofread

Mattsun’s eyes flutter open as he hears a ding coming out his phone. Blue light illuminating on his face as it displays a notification from his next-door neighbor.

come over right now 2:47am

The sheets rustle as he moves to sit up, rubbing his eyes to wake himself.

why 2:49am✓

are we gonna have sex 2:49am✓

yes 2:50am

Shoulders shoot up from their slouched position as he straightens up. Definitely awake now.

kidding 2:50am

Oh. He scans his room in his now roused state. His eyes move to the trash littering his night stand ‘til they flicker back to his phone when he feels it vibrate.

need to go to the convenience store 2:51am

go by urself 2:51am✓

Despite his reply, he gets up to pull on a pair of sweats and a clean shirt, grabbing his keys and wallet to stuff in the pockets. Making his way out of his apartment, into the hallway where her door stood across his.

Before he even lifts his arm to knock, the door is opened by the apartment owner, a satisfied expression glued to her face.

“Your car or mine,” he says with a bored expression.

“Neither it’s a 20 minute walk. Need some air.”

The pair make their way out the building, venturing out into the warm night.

“Had a closing shift today, couldn’t sleep,” she explains, “my third one in a row. They’re really putting me to work.” She lets out a sigh at the thought of her labor. Work is a pain.

“Working hard or hardly working,” he snickers at her annoyed expression.

“Please, shut up.”

Mattsun glances down at their hands while they walk. She’s so close. She notices, and grabs his hand, swinging them as they walk. He pretends that the twinge of pink on his cheeks aren’t there, and if she noticed she doesn’t comment on it.

They reach the convenience store in 20 minutes like she said. They depart into different aisles, Mattsun going straight for the premade food, the girl going straight for the drinks.

“Oi, (name). Salmon or tuna,” he hollers out from his spot.

“Salmon. Lychee or white peach?”

“Lychee.”

The store clerk doesn’t make an effort to hide his aggravated expression. Tch. Damn college kids.

With their now full hands, they make their way to the front, spilling everything onto the counter in front of them. (Name) quickly grabs one of the lighters on the display in front to throw onto the pile. The clerk, once again, muttering something about college kids, before scanning and bagging everything. Before she has a chance to even pull out her wallet, Mattsun’s handed the clerk a couple bills.

Exiting the store, the two sat on the curb, unwrapping their food. He hears her shuffling a bit before pulling out a box of menthols from her pocket, offering one to him. He puts his hand up, pushing it away, declining. She shrugs before placing it between her lips, lighting it with her new orange lighter. His chewing slows, enamored by the sight in front of him. The streetlight slightly beaming at her. She puffs out the cloud of smoke, blowing it away from him, still he scrunches his nose at the smell. It makes her giggle out a small sorry, moving to get up from her spot. He grabs her arm before she could move.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll get used to it.” Stay.

She halts her movement before sitting back down, puffing out another cloud, the bitterness of it burning in her throat. The only sound between them being the occasional puff from (name) and the soft chewing from Mattsun.

She finishes her cigarette, stubbing it on the ground next to her, before turning to him. His Adam’s apple bobbing as he takes gulps from his lychee drink.

His head turns at the sound of her snickering, before he can utter out a what, her knuckle came in contact with his face, wiping at the corner of his mouth. He feels himself get warm. He doesn’t know if it’s from the embarrassment of having something on his face or the feeling of her hand. Maybe both.

A few beats of silence pass before he’s standing up, offering a hand out which she accepts, pulling herself up.

“S’getting late, got a morning class in a few.” He pulls out his phone to check the time 03:37.

“Oh shit, my bad. Wouldn’t’ve bothered you if that was the case.”

“S’alright wouldn’t have came if I didn’t want to.”

With that they make their way back. (Name) finds herself slipping her palm into his easily. It’s a lot quicker this time around.

Mattsun slips his phone out his pocket to check once again 04:06. The pair make it to their shared floor. Their hands not letting go of each other before they reach their doors, and even then (name) stretches his arm ‘til its just their fingertips touching. Feeling around her pocket for her keys, they jingle as she unlocks her door.

“G’night Issei.”

“Night (name).”

i <3 yearning

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Haikyū!!

Hanamaki Takahiro

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Iwaizumi Hajime

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Matsukawa Issei

3am convenience store trip

Kozume Kenma

15:32pm

Kuroo Tetsurou

23:19pm

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about me

☘︎ elle

☘︎ 19

☘︎ any pronouns

☘︎ aries

☘︎ fil! 🇵🇭

☘︎ radfem (not a terf) + girl kisser combo (ikr)

☘︎ my interests go kinda sporadic at times i think this blog will kinda be a reflection of that so sorry if you came on here hoping for specific things (maybe i’ll make separate blogs, but having too many things stresses me out so it is highly unlikely)

☘︎ my main blog is @plant-plantplant but i don’t post on it it’s just kinda there

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rules / before you interact

☘︎ basic dni criteria: homophobic, racist, zionist, sexist, islamophobic, etc. (just don’t want any of it, i do not like you)

☘︎ minors can read my content i can’t control what you do; just not comfortable interacting w minors (nothing personal against your character i just feel old)

☘︎ my blog is still kinda new, and i’m also new to actually posting on tumblr so i apologize in advance for any mistakes

☘︎ i dont write nsfw the most it’ll get is suggestive probably

☘︎ i also do NOT do dark content (i feel like that’s a given especially with my last point, but just incase)

☘︎ my writing tends to lead more toward afab/fem readers, it’s just what im more comfortable writing with

☘︎ my inbox is open just don’t be weird.

☘︎ asks are open as well just don’t be rude or mean (??)

☘︎ this blog will have spoilers at times i will tag them though, if i miss them lmk

☘︎ lastly this blog is just a hobby for me, i just want to have a nice time so i hope you respect that

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cw: use of she/her, makki being unemployed, ambiguous relationship

The room feels stuffy. Heat from the sun seeps into the apartment through the windows. The ambient sound of the cheap electric fan fills the room. It isn’t doing much help as Makki took to sitting at the edge of his bed, directly in front of the appliance.

It was one of those not-so-common days where him and his roommate were both home, given the fact that she was the busy one working while he was currently in between jobs.

A door clicked open, followed by the sound of slippers dragging on the floor, stopping right outside his door. He watches as the knob turns to reveal his roommate as the culprit. She stands, tightlipped, at the doorway, dressed in loungewear, playing with her arms.

“My room’s messy.” Clothes littered the floor, makeup splotched on a random towel near her bed, plushies thrown about, she didn’t wanna deal with it today.

“Then clean it.”

“Don’t wanna,” she mumbles, arm leaving her side to scratch at her stomach. “Gonna stay in here.” Shuffling over to the bed, taking the spot behind Makki, lying face down.

“Bored?”

“Mhm.” Her face is mushed against his mattress, the gross musk of sweat overtakes her nostrils, but she deals with it for the sake of having some kind of company.

“Did you wanna do anything?,” he suggests it, but in actuality he hoped the answer was no.

“‘t’s too hot,” her words slurred as she moves her head so it’s just her cheek smushed on the mattress.

“Yeah I didn’t either,” he sighs out in relief.

It’s silent for a few minutes, but it isn’t uncomfortable, just calm.

This moment doesn’t last too long before she sits up to crawl and strewn her entire body over Makki’s lap, the bedframe creaking with her body weight pushing on it.

“If you started pulling your weight we could afford some AC, y’know.”

“Shut it,” he grumbles out, ”and get off my lap it’s too damn hot. Y’tryna kill me.”

She giggles as his warm hands plant on her waist to throw her off, aiming at the spot next to him. Mattress springing as she bounces upon the impact.

Sighing, he leans to lay his head down on her stomach. “I got an interview on Thursday, I’ll be back to being of use in no time.”

“Thank god. Felt like I was coming home to a househusband everyday, only the food wasn’t that great and the shelves could’ve done with a bit more dusting. Maybe I should train you better.”

Her teasing’s met with his mouth gaped in offense. “Anyone would be lucky to have me as a househusband, you weren’t fucking with my noodles and waffles combo yesterday.”

Her head shakes in disagreement at the memory of the concoction she was witness of.

“-tch. Liar.”

“Whatever.. just cause you own an apron doesn’t make you a chef.”

“Of course it does, I channel my inner doting grandmother when I wear it. You don’t get it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she’s nods absentmindedly, “just don’t quit your day job, at least not this time around.”

rushed this towards the end, started writing about it being too hot but then i didn’t know where i was going

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cw: use of she/her

“Do you think if we went to high school together we’d be together? Like high school sweethearts?”

“Hm?—” Her head perks up at the sound of his voice before processing the question. “—Oh we did go to high school together.”

“Hah?” Kuroo’s caught off guard by her matter-fact tone—as if it was common knowledge.

“Mhm. You went to Nekoma, right? I do recall hearing about the volleyball team. Weren’t you guys like really good?” She’s being way too nonchalant about this..

“Good is an understatement— What do you mean we went to high school together?”

“I mean we both attended the same educational facility??”

“No I mean, why have you never told me?”

She hums a sound as if saying I don’t know

“I’m not really one to come up to people and say “Hey, I recognize you. Did we go to school together?” that’s just breeding grounds for embarrassment.” She continues tapping on the screen in her hands, playing the mindless mobile game that just finished downloading. “Plus high school was a horrible time for me. I try not to dwell on it.”

“Horrible?” He tries not to pry. Tries.

“Yeah. Horrible.”

They had only been dating a couple months. A group assignment in their biology class marks the first interaction they ever had. He thinks about what she said a little.

“So.. if you hated high school so much, what drew you to me,” he vocalizes.

“The eccentric hairdo,” she replies curtly. “No but— I don’t know I’m not the best with words at the top of my head, but you really.. opened me up(?) not in a weird way. I just would’ve never voluntarily gotten to know a guy like you, but we started—y’know— being with each other a little more, and I thought, woah this guy is not what I expected at all.”

The words coming out of her flow out into the air straight into Kuroo’s brain. He feels the entirety of his face heat up at such a vulnerable confession from her.

“Umm.. back to the original question,” he mumbles out.

“Huh— oh yeah. No I don’t think we would’ve dated in high school. I was waayy too cynical. I probably grouped you with the rest of the jocks. At least now I know you’re a harmless little shit.”

Despite the lighthearted atmosphere, Kuroo couldn’t help but feel a little let down(?).

She hums out a sound at the sight of his face. If he had cat ears they’d definitely be pointed down.

“Hey. What’s with the face, don’t tell me you’re hurt little 17 year old me didn’t wanna date 17 year old Kuroo,” she teases him, but she can’t help the little bubble of pride she felt in her chest.

“I don’t know you’re just, you know, you. You’re really cool, and to be honest I’m kinda-what’s the word- I don’t know like. You’re telling me I could’ve known you even longer, spent even more time with you, maybe even know you a little better.” The words on his mind spilling out his mouth faster than he realizes.

It’s silent. She feels her chest tighten a little, and the feeling drops down to her stomach, spreading throughout her body. If this were a dumb 90s cartoon, she would’ve definitely gone comically red with hearts floating around her head like birds.

“Don’t worry you didn’t miss much—”she pauses thinking of the right way to word what she’s thinking “—I don’t remember much from high school if I’m being honest, but I remember the first time we met, I remember getting to know you, and I remember it felt good. I understood what people meant when they talked about young love, it feels like life before meeting you was kinda blurry, sometimes I forget that I’m a full fledged adult that’s lived years before this.”

It’s buzzing in both his ears. He doesn’t know what to say except—

“I love you, too”

Maybe they didn’t take the first chance they had together, but they’re with each other now. And they know they’ll be with each other tomorrow.

my writing is very bland and dialogue heavy, but i’m trying to get into it which is why im just vomiting into my tumblr drafts rn. forcing myself to write so i can get better T_T. theyre also very dialogue heavy cuz i dont rly have many ppl to yap to so in my head im having yap sessions with these characters.

this is kinda inspired by troy and annie from community with little crumbs of myself. (i fear im projecting myself onto the reader too much, but who cares this is my outlet)

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cw: use of she/her, mention of gun, slight manga spoilers, fluff(?)

Kenma stares as his girlfriend languidly drapes herself on top of the sofa he’s currently sat on.

“You need to buy a gun and shoot me,” she groans out, slightly muffled in the plush of the cushions.

“Okay.”

“Thank you.”

There was a beat of silence before either of them said anything.

“Okay… what’s up. You know normal people start off with “Hi” or “How are you?””

She plants her arms on the surface to lift her face off the sofa, and turns her head to the overgrown blonde. “Well you dated me for my charm and charisma so don’t take it back now,” she quips. “And I am normal.” He stares blankly at her, blinking.

“..Anyways, I have to go to work in like 5 minutes. I think I’d rather die than have to deal with these customers. I need you to hurry and get a billion subscribers on your channel so you get rich, and I can quit my job. Dating you was an investment, you know?”

“Feeling the love, dude..”

She giggles as she plants a peck on her boyfriend’s cheek, feeling the stretch on her torso as her body contorts to reach him.

“I’m kiddiiinng. I’m also very into loser gamer boys.” Her giggles transition into a full blown laugh at the sight of his disgusted expression. He rolls his eyes as he pries her arms off him so she can fall on the cushion below her.

“Okaayy, I hope you have the worst day at work, and a customer yells at you for something out of your control.”

“Hey—wait. C’mon that’s not gonna happen.. Kenma stop I’m gonna have a good, easy day—Tell me I will… PLEASE,” she stammers out.

Kenma watches as she struggles to stand back up to move to the spot in front of him.

“Kenma I’m going to have such a good day today, but it’s only going to happen if you say I’ll have a good day.”

Her pleading face comes into his view, she knows he can’t resist her.

“…I guess you’ll have an okay day.”

“Good enough. Gonna be late. Bye! I love you.”

“I love you too,” he whispers as she rushes out the door, keys jangling in her hand. He looks down, cheeks lightly flushed, with a hint of a smile on his face. He thinks he always wants to hear those words come out her mouth.

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cw: use of she/her, vent, reader just does not feel good, kinda sucky

“Hey”

“Hi”

“…Are you okay?”

Stupid. What a stupid thing to ask. The life looked sucked out of her, and her undereyes were shades darker than her actual skin tone. Of course she wasn’t okay, but he’d only hope she’d answer the question truthfully. He was desperate for any answer. Seeing her like this pulled at his heart. It made him feel useless.

“No.” thank god.

“Why is that?“

“I don’t know. I want to scream at you, and start an argument for no reason at all.”

“Then scream at me.”

“No. There’s definitely better ways to go about what I’m feeling I just…”

He doesn’t say anything after that, just takes a seat in the spot next to her. They sit in silence. To her, it seems like forever, but it’s only been a couple seconds.

Her brain’s pumping out thoughts faster than what she can process. God. Where does she even start. All she wants to do is blow up. Make him see her how she sees herself. Make him hate her, despise her even.

She feels sick. Disgusting. Her stomach’s wrenching, and all she wants to do is throw up her insides just as proof that there’s something inside her.

“I haven’t been feeling the best.. if it wasn’t obvious. I don’t know what it is. Actually I do know, but it’s just so much I feel like I’ll overload your brain and you’ll explode right in front of me.”

“Well, I’m not sure if you know how bodies work, but I definitely won’t explode,” he laughs out.

That sound puts her at ease. Just a little. She stares blankly at the ground in front of her. She wants tears to come out, just to be melodramatic, but as expected, they don’t.

“I’m just.. horrible.”

Yeah. That’s it. That’s the best way she can put it.

“What makes you so horrible than anyone else?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t called my grandma in ages. I’m pretty sure my family thinks I’m dead given how much I interact with them. I’m not exactly the best friend a person can have. I don’t know I’m just horrible.”

“Yeah sounds like you’re the worst person in the world huh. You should be put in jail.”

She laughs a little at that. Yeah she should.

“You’re being way too hard on yourself you know. I think you’re great. I don’t think I’ve met anyone greater than you.”

“I know right, I’m awesome.”

He rolls his eyes at her interruption. There isn’t much after that.

She leans back on the uncomfortable bench she’s sitting on, the strain of her back against the hard wood feels good in the moment. She relishes in his compliment, and pretends like she’s not going to feel the same tomorrow. Right now she chooses not to think about it, instead she cranes her neck up at the sky and allows herself to just breathe.

He mirrors her position, and pretends like there wasn’t more to say. Like his brain wasn’t overflowing with more things he loved about her.

It’s just the two of them. The things they want to say linger in the air, but right now it’s just them.