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i just posted the thing but catch me over at @vbrato my pals.

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i just posted the thing but catch me over at @vbrato my pals.

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i just posted the thing but catch me over at @vbrato my pals.

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now i know what you’re thinking. you’re saying, ‘ari, this is literally the exact same blog you just had. its honestly exactly the same’

and you’re right!

except now it’s less all over the place and hopefully i’ll be able to keep it more organized. also i don’t have like 700 followers where most are entirely abandoned, so that’ll help me feel better.  

[vbrato-a]

i haven’t felt great coming on this blog. l8ly. it’s no one’s FAULT i just haven’t felt the great vibes and maybe a move actually will help so i’mma

work on that.

[electriifry-blog]

@vbrato from x

“holding your hand! duh. what’s it look like??”

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♫ – “i got that part, idiot. i meant -- y’know what, forget it.”

a sigh.

“your hands are really warm, y’know?”

[feetdavidson]

I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. A guy asked me what the Spanish word for tortilla was once and now I dream of kissing him under the moonlight

[electriifry-blog]

@vbrato

[vbrato-a]

holds her hand. smiles. :)

♫ – “w-what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

[vbrato-a]

"I'm not exactly pleased to be participating in inter-school activities to begin with -- that being said, while I do see you as one of the less disrespectful students at your school, please know I won't be acting overly kind."

♫ – “well, that just ruined my whole damn day, knowing some guy who holds a stupid grudge against our school is gonna be mean to me. i dunno if i’m gonna be able to participate, i’m so distraught.”

[avpdghosts]

*accidentaly vents to friend* great now i can never speak to them again

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electriifry:

his smile was growing, and growing - the longer this went on, the more this began to make sense to him. his stomach was flipping and flopping and felt weightless at times but his heart was buzzing, there was almost some static in the air. he was glad he said something, glad they were able to spend so much time together.

he was glad she said yes.

“alright!” he exclaims, a small laugh escaping his throat. “alright. yeah. guess you are. hey, what’re some of your favorite places to eat? i’ll make sure this’ll be a fun night!”

♫ – “oh, uh. y’know that little cafe that’s right near the station?” the place was a little cutesy, far different than what one might expect from jirou -- and it did embarrass her, somewhat, to admit to going there, but in her defense, the food was really good. “it’s not super expensive, either.” though he’d asked for a few places, that was the only one that came to mind right away.

any other place was...not quite date material, in her eyes.

“b-but--” a stutter, tacked behind her last statement rather quickly. “you can--you can pick wherever, really. i mean, we should both enjoy it and i’m not picky or anything...you wouldn’t believe the places my parents took me to eat sometimes when i was little.”

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“I think I love you.”

♫ – “you--”

her heart stutters, flutters, face burning and mind reeling. disbelief colors her face as she stares, as though uncertain if what she’d heard was real, thinking of possibilities, anything that might sound the same that maybe she mistook for...that. but there’s nothing, no string of words that could possibly sound so similar.

her first instinct is to deflect.

to smirk, to tease him about being so mushy all of a sudden. or, perhaps, poke fun at his choice in words. already the words are on her tongue, you think? you mean you don’t know?

but she swallows them; because as easy as it would be to change the subject, to avoid confronting this or wrestling with her own feelings, she doesn’t want to. because even though honesty is terrifying, and fear of what this might mean for their future grips her, he deserves a real response, at the very least. despite how much the thought of doing so embarrassed her.

nervously, eyes now trained at his feet as her hands play in her hair, she begins to answer -- only to stop short.

this happens two or three more times before she stops, eyes closed as she inhales slowly, gathering her nerves.

they open once more and she has just enough confidence to meet his gaze, just long enough for the half second it takes to answer.

“i-i... ...i think so, too.”

@asterbatics

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electriifry:

“i’m not sayin’ it in thanks,” he scoffs, his tone making it seem as if it were so obvious. “i’m sayin’ it ‘cos it’s true. you’re cute, jirou, i’m just surprised that you’re so surprised to hear me say it.”

♫ – “i-i’m not...really the type of girl people think of as cute.” mean, scary maybe, never cute. but...it felt nice to hear it, despite the fact that it was so far beyond anything she expected to hear, especially from him. “...thanks, though.”

a beat.

“that...that little lightning bolt in your hair is kinda cute, y’know.”

[memesfrommenace]

Fluff Starters

“You’re hair is really soft after you wash it.”

“Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”

“You smell really nice.”

“Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

“I might have slept with your robe when you were gone.”

“If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”

“Here, let’s share the blanket.”

“You’re comfy.”

“You are my new pillow.”

“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”

“But I want to hear you sing.”

“We can talk over dinner.”

“Don’t be stubborn. Try it!”

“Don’t get up - I’ll do it.”

“Will you let me rub your back?”

“Care to give me a back scratch?”

“Star-gazing was a good idea.”

“You look beautiful/handsome in the moonlight.”

“I’ll always be here for you.”

“I’ll be here to protect you.”

“I think I love you.”

“You are my love.”

“How about something warm? It will will help you sleep.”

“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“Don’t be silly. I want to stay up with you.”

“It is not morning yet.”

“Shush and go back to bed.”

“I heard you talking in your sleep.”

“Your bed head is really cute.”

“We’ll do dishes together.”

“How about a kiss?”

“I love your hugs.”

A few were inspired by these.

[electriifry-blog]

@vbrato from x

waiting for her to respond seemed like a lifetime. but, she agrees. she says yes - and his own eyes slowly light up, smile growing wider and wider on his face. until it’s ear to ear, he smiles. even with how cute she looks, looking away sheepishly like that. he tries not to embarrass her too much - he doesn’t want her to take it back. after all, he might only have one shot at this!

“awesome! alright - awesome. heh. don’t worry! i won’t, promise - i actually have a few cool ideas in mind, and - i’m hopin’ you’ll have fun. uh… what - are you doing? on… saturday night?”

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♫ – “o-oh, well...”

was this meant to be so awkward? yet she didn’t hate it, butterflies fluttering their way around her stomach, an odd (but not unwelcome) feeling. she’d never, truly, thought about her feelings for kaminari on a deep level -- far too content to take things at the shallowest face value -- but... well, the more time past, the happier she felt.

“i guess...”

“i-i guess i’m goin’ on a date with you!”

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electriifry:

“i thought so! i like it! it makes you look super cute.” wait. no. shit- “i mean, well - you always look cute, but. it just makes it that much more obvious.”

good recovery. idiot. he closes his eyes, as told - that way, she doesn’t see the nervousness, anyway.

♫ – “what--” hands tense (thankfully just before she made contact with his face), heart picking up double-time. what was he playing at, saying cheesy things like that? a huff as she starts in.

“i already agreed to do your makeup. y’don’t have to be nice.”

[emifukukado-a]

{ @vbrato }

“Ya probably don’t know this–but I tend’ta drag out your homeroom teach to karaoke nights! Did’ya know little Eraserchan can actually carry a tune? He gets stage fright, so it takes a bit of work to convince him to get up there, but usually with me, Mic, and Midnight houndin’ him, he does a little number just to get us to keep quiet!”

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♫ – “no way...you actually get aizawa to, y’know, sing? the idea of him goin’ out at all is weird enough as it is, i can hardly imagine him participating in karaoke. ... ...what kinda songs does he sing? he’s gotta have a type, right?”