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i think I need to mention that I do not proofread my shi... like ever. I only TRULY read my finished work when it's already published and then I get embarrassed and say "I'll proofread from now on!" (it never happens)

ATSUMU 'N OSAMU DIVIDERS!

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TRUE ROMANCE

I. prologue

friday nights were always special to you. that's when you can sit on your bed with your glittered pens and pour your heart into your journal. as love songs spew from your unicorn speaker― a tacky gift from your grandma but you still cherish it, you sit crisscrossed and doodle and rant and confess all your deepest darkest secrets of that week. and sometimes, if you're lucky, you'll have someone to write about. you'd gush over the way they smelled that day or the eye contact you both held (that you swear was intentional and lasted more than 2 seconds). it was childish, really. while other girls were hooking up with guys or out having fun at least, you were at home in your pyjamas, geeking over the way barou shouei helped you pick up textbooks which had long deserted your arms and fell to the floor. when you'd finished putting all of your feelings onto the page, sometimes pages, you'd address the letter, seal it, and store it in your special box under your bed—the box your mom kept from the 90s. It was bright pink, and the inside was lined with leopard print, and you were so excited when she gifted it to you. you felt closer to her somehow. but anyway, the letters aren't harming anyone and it's not like they'd get mailed one day. that's what you told yourself, anyway. because it's impossible for anyone to find them, right?

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★ HQ BOYS + COPY MY SNAP !

౨ৎ synopsis. based on the tiktok trend where you send them a bicep pic & ask them to copy it !

౨ৎ author’s notes. this has been in my drafts since january & it’s just seeing the light now.. ik this trend is dead now but whatever 💔 enjoy !!

౨ৎ starring. suna rintarou, atsumu miya, osamu miya

❤︎ THE SNAP !

❤︎ SUNA RINTAROU !

❤︎ ATSUMU MIYA !

❤︎ OSAMU MIYA

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐊𝐀𝐉𝐈 ー do not steal, edit, copy, translate or re-upload

finding a really good, well thought out fic, beautifully summarized fic and then spotting the smut tag 😔 almost every barbarian kats fic on ao3 is smut with him and kiri

𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐀

rin itoshi only favoured a few things in his life. that is; football and being the best. he never fancied studying or being popular. not to say that he wasn't either of those things! some might say he was quite the opposite. even with all the effort he put into being the best striker, he still found time to study and take notes and go to class. he wasn't a loner either. he was actually quite well known around campus for how skilled he was with a ball and his striking good looks. yup! stoic front and all, rin was the talk of the campus and piles of love letters formed hills and mountains in his locker and confessions rolled off the tongues of passersby. not that he cared for that, anyway.

he cared for football, being the best, and one more thing. something that he'd never verbally confess but when he wasn't training profusely or studying his hardest for an upcoming exam, he allowed his mind to wander to you and what you were doing. if you were studying as well or if you had your nose deep in this week's novel. he sometimes wondered if you somehow thought about him too, as silly as the thought was to him. he could feel his heart run laps in his chest when you'd walk past him in the hallways or how the hairs that ran along his forearms would raise when he heard you smoothly ask a question during classes. 

sometimes, if his teammates were lucky, rin would ask them what they thought of you but their answers were all unsatisfactory to him. "y/n? she's pretty cute." some would say. or "yeah, she's nice, why?" he never understood how you could be "just nice" to anyone when to him, your beauty exceeded his understanding. not just your physical beauty, but the way you treated others. how you'd offer to help teachers who struggled to carry various school equipment or how you'd tutor the other jocks at school. it all forced him to admire you more. that's what he referred to it as, anyway. that squeeze that he'd feel in his chest when he saw you speaking so comfortably with your other classmates or how upset he'd feel when he overheard you speaking to your friends about the date you went on last Friday (they never ended well) were all labelled as pure admiration. 

isagiss threatens to drop a new chapter of the book that she started by her own free will ‼

akaashi crushing on you ✮₊⊹✧⋆

ok here’s a cute little smau i made of akaashi crushing on you!! ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀 | s. geto

01; awkward silence

"oh come on."

here you were being dragged by your feet out of your dark (and rather comfortable) room by your fine, short haired roommate, shook ieiri. you could only emit a soft groan as you barely struggled to escape from the surprisingly tight grip she had on your ankles. 

"shokooo! you're interrupting my shooowwww."

your whines seem to only elevate her anger because she quite literally flung you on the floor as love island reverberated off the corridor's walls.

"girl, you are so lucky I like living with you because I would've left so fucking long ago," her voice lowered to a mutter as she continued. "satoru, suguru, and uta are coming over later so," she eyed your current attire, a tired, worn out hoodie adorned with very noticeable ketchup, mustard, and butter stains on them, sweatpants that have most definitely seen better days, and a singular sock on your foot. "please tidy yourself up."

"yes, ma." in an instant you were on your feet and headed for the bathroom, not wanting to piss shoko off any more than you already had.

"good girl." you could hear her stupid smirk even as her back was turned. 

꩜

after finally tidying yourself up, shoko mentioned that she was heading out for a bit to get snacks. she also said something about keys and uta and the door.... you weren't really listening as you were too busy catching up on all LI episodes you missed. 

by the time you were done, hues of orange were peeking through your curtain. which usually meant it was time for bed but you supposed you'd stay awake for your friends' friends, or your friend herself , whichever came first. 

a yawn threatened to escape your lips, so you decided to do something to occupy yourself. "some water should do!" your steps turned to skips as you eagerly fluttered toward the kitchen. 

while filling up the glass with water, you lost yourself in thought. once full, you raised the cup to your lips, ready to relieve your throat of the partial dryness your were feeling.

chug, chug, choke―

a loud bang at the door almost landed you in the hospital.

"fuck." you spat out, coughing all the way to the front door. 

"are your knuckles made of fucking steel? why are you pounding on the door so damn ha-" you cut your sentence short as you actually took a moment to check who exactly was pounding on the door.

suguru geto.

you'd seen the guy around, mostly at your dorm. but around your university's campus as well. he was usually accompanying gojo satoru, your school's friendly neighbourhood athlete. "wonderboy" is his official name.

today his hair was messier than usual, but like it was intentionally messy. his usually tied up hair was allowed free today, resting nicely on his very broad shoulders. if you looked really closely, you could see how split his ends were. 

"his hairdresser needs to get fired."  you were chuckling to yourself. while someone was at the door. you were making fun of them while they were no more than 10 feet away from you. you were cracking jokes while they were ready to be let in.

ahem.

"oh shit- um," your face contorted into some sort of half smile half grimace, that made geto slightly uncomfortable. "come in!"

after what felt like hours, you finally stepped aside, allowing the gentleman inside. you could almost hear him mutter 'finally' as he entered the living room.

"where's sho at?" at this point, his face was buried in his phone, no longer wanting nor needing to maintain eye contact with you.

"oh she stepped out for a moment. she'll be back soon."

"hm."

and just like that, the room fell into awkward tension. tension so thick you could pick it up and mold it, shape it into something as ugly and uncomfortable as this current situation was. all you wanted was for the earth to open up and swallow you whole.

it's not that you had anything personal with the guy. it's just that you both never had the opportunity to connect. yes, he was here often but that was usually to see shoko. and since you were either always boxed up in your room or simply not home, you never really got the time to really meet him, the same going for utahime and gojo as well. they were really just legends to you; heard of but never seen.

maybe you could break some of this tension, though. and so, to your future disdain, you opened your mouth and spoke. 

"so how are your classes going?" 

...

geto paused, looked from his phone towards you, and laughed. not an impolite, boisterous laugh, but one that still made you feel embarrassed.

"what's it to you, l/n?" his tone wasn't cold but still standoffish, as though that information was classified to the public. aka, anyone like you.

oh how you wished you had lost your voice that morning, or sewn your lips shut, or chopped your tongue off or-

knock, knock!

finally! you might as well have flown to the door the way you flung yourself up from the couch. you didn't care who was at the door. you actually would have been slightly grateful if it was a sniper or a bomb. alas, it was only gojo. 

your smile wavered a bit, but you were still cordial with him.

the conversation with him went a bit better than the one with his counterpart given that he was the more easygoing of the two. 

after a bit more small talk, you received a text from shoko confirming that she was, in fact, not on a flight to Jamaica and was on her way back. you took your leave, handing the white haired male the house keys to open for shoko or utahime respectively.

and with that, you  headed back into the comfort of your room, very much done with today and the circumstances it came with.

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afterthoughts;

wattpad saw this first but the crowd is NOT THERE!! ugh. so I've decided to release it here too. idk y'all I just really like geto these days like 🤤 he's too fine. ok bye