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OMG HEY

HI LIZZZZZZ

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REYA I MISSED YOUUUUUUHHHH

JADE I MISSED YOU TOOOOOOOOO

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reya is online… the day is glorious

very glorious indeed

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Rahhhhhh

HIHIHIHIHIHIIII

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HAI REYA HOW ARE YOU 💞💓🩷💘💖💕💝❤️‍🩹💞🩷💓

HI SIA IM DOING GREAT RN(kinda going crazy) WBU!!!!!!!

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the weather becoming great again made me write this

the afternoon sun hangs heavy in the sky, casting golden streaks across the water. it’s the kind of heat that makes everything slow, the world settling into a hazy, dreamlike lull. cicadas drone in the distance, the rhythmic hum blending with the gentle lapping of waves against the shore.

you sit on the soft sand, toes buried in the warmth, watching as gojo wades further into the water. the water glistens around him, catching in his snow-white hair, and he turns back toward you with that signature grin.

“you coming in, or are you just gonna admire me from there?”

you roll your eyes, but before you can answer, he lifts both hands and splashes in your direction. the water doesn’t quite reach you, but the message is clear.

“alright, alright,” you sigh, standing up and dusting sand off your legs. “impatient much?”

“i just wanna share this moment with you,” he says, exaggeratedly sentimental, placing a hand over his heart. then, in a much more gojo-like fashion, he adds, “also, if i stay in the water too long without you, i might get lonely and cry.”

you shake your head but wade in anyway, sighing at the cool relief against your skin. as soon as you’re close enough, gojo floats onto his back, arms spread lazily as he drifts beside you.

“you ever think about how this is what summer’s supposed to feel like?” he muses, squinting up at the sky. “no stress, no obligations. just you, me, and nature.”

“since when do you care about nature?”

“since it gave me a great excuse to see you in a swimsuit.”

you kick water at him, and he laughs, flipping back upright to dodge your second attack.

before you can react, he suddenly lunges forward, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulls you into a spin. the motion sends a splash of water around you both, and you squeal, gripping his shoulders for balance.

he’s still grinning when he steadies you, face closer than before. “you should’ve seen that coming.”

“should’ve seen this coming,” you mutter, pushing off of him to dunk his head underwater.

when he resurfaces, gasping dramatically, you’re already laughing. he blinks water from his lashes, then grins like he’s just fallen in love all over again.

“yeah,” he breathes, wiping a hand over his face. “summer’s definitely my favorite season.”

a/n i’m also so insanely bored right now so that’s another reason why i wrote this

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i had a dream of icecream truck driver kuroo today…

summer days meant endless laughter, sticky fingers, and the unmistakable jingle of kuroo’s ice cream truck rolling down the street. kids swarmed the curb before he even hit the brakes, bouncing on their toes, clutching crumpled bills in their tiny fists.

“alright, alright, one at a time,” kuroo grinned, adjusting the cap he never actually wore properly. his eyes flickered with amusement as a little boy pointed at the menu with absolute seriousness. “a rocket pop, huh? solid choice. you’ve got great taste, kid.”

behind the children, you leaned against your bike, watching him work. he always looked effortlessly cool, even in the sweltering heat—sleeves rolled up, forearms dusted with just a hint of ice cream residue, black hair sticking up worse than usual from the humidity.

when the line finally dwindled, kuroo leaned against the counter, flashing you a lopsided smirk. “so, what’ll it be, sweetheart? something classic? or do you wanna be adventurous?”

you pretended to consider. “hmm… what’s the ‘special kuroo recommendation’ of the day?”

he tapped his chin dramatically, then disappeared inside, returning with a sundae topped with an absurd amount of sprinkles. “on the house,” he said, handing it to you. “payment is one bite. or two.”

you rolled your eyes but still held the spoon up to his lips. he took it without hesitation, humming at the taste.

“sweet,” he said, licking a bit of melted ice cream from his thumb. “but you’re sweeter.”

you groaned, pushing his face away as he laughed, rich and teasing.

somewhere in the distance, the jingle started again, reminding you both that the world existed beyond this moment. but for now, it was just you, him, and the lingering taste of vanilla on his lips.

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i miss my tumblr mutuals

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reya I think in another life we were princesses that climbed trees and gazed upon the commoners with envy. are you seeing the vision

wait stop i love this and i do 100% see the vision

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WILL BRO BE BACK??? WE SHALL NEBER KNOW...

trust i will be back 🔜

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wow thank you everyone

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WAIT STOP IM SEEING THIS SO LATE

but love you gang😝

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CONGRATS ON 4 MILLION REYA AYAYYY

THANK YOU TWINNBN🙏🏼🙏🏼

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love at first spike <3

tldr; headcannons with hq boys on vday!

includes: osamu, atsumu, kuroo, kenma, suna, hinata, oikawa, and bokuto

osamu miya

osamu doesn’t make a big deal out of valentine’s day, but that doesn’t mean he forgets. he wakes you up with a bag of onigiri he made just for you, wrapped neatly with a little note that just says eat up in his messy handwriting. he’s not one for grand gestures, but he does take you out for a quiet dinner at the end of the day, probably somewhere with good food and not too many people. if you tease him about being soft, he just shrugs and says, “figured you’d like it, that’s all.”

atsumu miya

atsumu is loud and obnoxious about valentine’s day. he makes a big show of handing you a bouquet in front of everyone, winking like he’s in some kind of romance movie. he probably tries to get you to wear matching colors with him, and if you refuse, he whines about it the entire day. but despite all the theatrics, he gets serious when it counts—pulling you aside at the end of the night, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and mumbling, “thanks for puttin’ up with me, babe.”

kuroo tetsurou

kuroo is a mix of flirty and sentimental. he gives you a corny science-themed valentine’s card, are you made of copper and tellurium? because you’re Cu-Te, but then follows it up with something more heartfelt, like a handwritten letter or a playlist of songs that remind him of you. he drags you to some nerdy museum or a rooftop with a view of the city, where he wraps an arm around you and grins. “happy valentine’s, baby. how does it feel to date the most charming guy alive?”

kenma kozume

kenma acts like valentine’s day is just another day, but you notice the small things—he waits until midnight to send you a simple happy valentine’s, and he actually sets his games aside to spend time with you. he lets you pick the movie or the game, and if you ask him about it, he just shrugs. “it’s your day too, so whatever you want.” it’s quiet, it’s effortless, but it means everything coming from him.

suna rintarou

suna acts like he doesn’t care, but he’s a menace about it in his own way. he’ll send you blurry, badly drawn valentine’s memes all day and make sarcastic comments like, wow, lucky you, getting to spend today with me. but then he casually pulls out a small gift—something he knows you wanted but never expected him to remember. when you call him out on it, he just shrugs, leaning in to kiss your temple. “yeah, yeah, better get used to it.”

hinata shoyo

hinata is so excited about valentine’s day. he gets you a big, goofy stuffed animal and a box of chocolates, grinning ear to ear when he hands them over. he’s the type to plan a full day of activities—maybe a cute little café date, followed by a spontaneous adventure, because he just wants to do everything with you. he gets all flustered when he realizes how much effort he put in, rubbing the back of his neck. “i just… i wanted today to be special for you, y’know?”

oikawa tooru

oikawa goes all out. he’s got flowers, chocolates, a fancy dinner reservation—he treats valentine’s day like it’s a scene straight out of a romance drama. he probably posts about it too, making sure everyone knows he’s the best boyfriend ever. but when it’s just the two of you, he gets a little softer, a little more genuine, resting his forehead against yours. “you know, i’d spoil you like this every day if i could.”

bokuto koutarou

bokuto treats valentine’s day like a big event. he wakes up extra early just to surprise you with something ridiculous, like a giant balloon or a heart-shaped breakfast. he’s so hyped to spend the entire day with you, practically bouncing with excitement. at some point, he probably gets sentimental, pulling you into a crushing hug. “honey, you’re the best thing ever,” he says, voice muffled against your hair. and you know he means every word.

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thank you for 400

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REYA !!! happy valentine's day pookie <33 here's some chocolate !!

love you loads ,, twisha <3

YAYY THANK YOU TWISHA!!!! happy valentine’s day to you too<33

coincidence because my mom actually bought me white chocolate an hour ago😭

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something worth celebrating | geto x reader

tldr: birthdays with geto suguru if he never defected

wc: 528

“happy birthday, suguru.”

geto blinks, momentarily caught off guard as he steps into the dimly lit common room of jujutsu high. the soft glow of a few candles illuminates the space, their flickering light casting shadows across familiar faces. gojo leans against the couch, wearing a smug grin, while shoko sits cross-legged on the floor, lazily sipping from a can of beer.

and then there’s you—standing closest to him, hands clasped behind your back, eyes warm with something softer than the teasing amusement the others carry.

geto exhales through his nose, shaking his head. “you guys didn’t have to do all this.”

“gojo did most of it,” shoko mutters, gesturing vaguely at the table, where a cake—slightly lopsided, with uneven frosting—sits in all its imperfect glory.

“gojo, huh?” geto eyes his best friend suspiciously.

gojo only shrugs, pushing his sunglasses up his nose. “what? you think i’d let your birthday pass by without making a big deal out of it?” he tilts his head. “and i totally helped bake the cake. right, shoko?”

shoko, without missing a beat, deadpans, “he almost set the kitchen on fire.”

“hey,” gojo protests, “it was one tiny flame!”

you snort, shaking your head before reaching for geto’s wrist, tugging him toward the table. “come on, birthday boy. at least make a wish before the candles burn out.”

he follows without resistance, letting himself be guided to the seat in front of the cake. it’s not perfect—some of the frosting is smudged, and the candles are mismatched—but there’s something undeniably warm about it. about this.

“what should i even wish for?” geto muses, resting his chin on his hand.

“gojo not burning down the school would be a good start,” you suggest.

“or a year without an existential crisis,” shoko adds.

gojo gasps dramatically. “you guys are so ungrateful.”

geto chuckles, the sound low and amused. he casts a glance around the room—at gojo’s exaggerated pouting, at shoko’s lazy smirk, at the way you’re watching him, waiting patiently.

there’s something in his chest, something warm and lingering, and for a moment, he forgets about the weight of the world outside these walls.

he closes his eyes, inhales, and makes a wish.

when he opens them, gojo is already shoving a knife into his hand. “cut the cake before i eat it whole.”

geto rolls his eyes but does as he’s told, slicing into the cake with practiced ease. the first bite is—surprisingly good, even if a little too sweet.

“see?” gojo grins. “told you i’m a natural baker.”

“you didn’t even make it,” you remind him, shaking your head.

“i contributed with moral support!”

shoko snickers. “yeah, by standing there and making dumb jokes.”

gojo places a hand over his chest, feigning offense. “you wound me, really.”

geto, watching the banter unfold, feels something settle in his heart. he takes another bite of cake, savoring the moment, the laughter, the presence of the people who make this place feel like home.

he never really cared for birthdays, never made a big deal out of them. but here, surrounded by the people who know him best, he thinks—maybe, just maybe—it’s worth celebrating after all.

happy birthday to suguru geto, you will always be loved no matter what<3

might be my last work for a while or maybe forever who knows ahahaah