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Are we on Tumblr cuz we still awkward teenage girls

Or

Are we still awkward teenage girls cuz we on Tumblr....?

HI IRISSS

the first one, tumblr is where i can be a faceless cringe gooner nerd

When Itoshi Rin tells you he’s got a dentist appointment, you don’t question it.

Even when he’s gotten back a few hours later, you don’t question why he’s so quiet, thinking he’s in one of his sulky, brooding moods. Sometimes you see his lip twitch slightly, as if he wants to say something, stopping himself just short of opening his lips–before turning and abruptly walking away. 

You finally realise why later on when you ask him what he wants with his Ochazuke, the steaming ceramic bowl gently set on your marble table. Rin sits hunched on the couch, a pervious match of his playing on the big screen of your TV. He doesn’t look away from his notebook, devotedly scribbling into the paper as he absent–mindedly replies,

“Sthalmon.”

Theres silence.

You pause what you're doing, and you could see Rin's body immediately go stiff. 

He had a lisp. A heavy one at that.

It was only then you noticed the flicker of metal in his mouth, a dash of blue that matched his eyes. You blinked, watching him. “Rinnie, did you get your brac–”

“No.”

You giggled at his deadpan expression, his neck to the tip of his ears flushed red, almost as if he was expecting you to coo over him. Any more overly sweet comments from your lips and it’s ‘lukewarm’ this and ‘lukewarm’ that, whatever that means. 

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I DID THIAT NSHIT NKW

next theme for pomeloblush is gonna be tomatoes btw, if anyone sees any cute tomatoes things send em my way

i miss the era when i was freshly getting back into anime again, and i stayed up till 6am for 3 days straight reading an ushijima fan fic that had me SOBBING.

lwk thinking abt a end of the world zombie au, shoyo x reader or maybe atsumu? or kuroo? ugh idk…

ORRR bakugou, maybe izuku also like isagi maybe rin or sae

i have so many options and ideas for each

maybe a series of all? like oneshots zombie au’s

he’s too fine for this world😞

If he was real I am NOT leaving his dick unsucked fr

atsumu miya - 320 words.

atsumu knows he’s screwed.

the second you laugh at his joke, fingers brushing his chest as you lean forward, he knows he’s absolutely screwed. later, osamu will tease him for how red he got, but he’ll brush it off with an indignant roll of his eyes.

from that moment on, atsumu’s familiar cockiness melts away in your presence. he stumbles over his words, avoiding eye contact. his jokes fall flat, and yet you still laugh every time. suna tells him you’re way out of his league and atsumu shoves his shoulder playfully, reluctantly and internally agreeing.

some random day after school, to his surprise, you ask him to walk you home. he has practice, but he skips the first half for you. kita is gonna tear him a new one—he can’t find it in himself to care. he shoves his hands in his pockets and stares at the ground as you talk to him, too nervous to meet your eyes.

when the first dribbles of rain hit the ground, he curses. you both make a run for a nearby bus stop, where there’s a roof, and stand there for a quiet moment.

“i love the rain,” you say eventually, letting out a soft sigh.

he glances over at you and the look of absolute wonder leaves a pang of joy in his heart. you look so . . . ethereal. suna was right; you’re so out of his league.

“especially when it’s warm out,” you continue. you reach your hand out, letting the water fill your cupped hand before pouring it. you turn to atsumu with a giggle. “do you like the rain?”

he hesitates, enamored by the look in your eyes. “yeah,” he answers, breathless. and, really, he doesn’t. it’s cold and wet and it sucks. but you like it. and he likes you. and he would stand with you in the rain forever if it meant seeing that look on your face.

All my fan works are deeply niche and incredibly self indulgent.

I am serving myself. I am throwing an exotic and strange banquet. I am not expecting any guests but you are more than welcome to attend.