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tobi-momo · 3 years

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HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN YOU CALL THEM OVER FOR A SP*DER PT 1 | PT 2

PAIRINGS: Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader | Bokuto Koutarou x Reader | Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader | Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader | Miya Atsumu x Reader

GENRE: Fluff | Crack | Established Relationship | Domestic (?)

WARNINGS: cursing | sp*ders | words like murder and kill/ing blah blah | vague description of the gross beings. | reader is in a towel and seen half naked (bokuto)

A/N: its spider season where I live so there has not been a day where I haven't seen one and its been scaring the living crap outta me. also I shouldn't promise it bc every time I do my shit gets nothing but if ppl like this then mIay do a part two with others. enjoy.

HAJIME — The door shuts slowly as Hajime walks in with confusion dressing his features. He looks around, wondering where you went before asking, "Babe? Where'd you go?" and quietly walking towards the bedroom. His head cranes forward through the doorway, finding you standing stiff on your bed, your eyes widened significantly as you stare at the floor in front of you. "Haji," you whisper cautiously, "kill that." "What?" "Kill that," you point at the threatening insect, "please," you practically whimper, backing up with a yelp as it skids across the floor. "Where is it?" He takes a step inside and grabs a random shoe that rested lazily on the ground, following your arm to the black bug that claims territory by your bed. "Be careful," you hiss, warning him like he was taking a dangerous journey. He nods, and you whip your head away as you hear a loud thump of the shoe hitting the floor, a squeal ripping through your throat. "It's dead," he sighs. "Oh my god," you release a harsh breath, hopping towards him, "thank you," you wrap your arms around his neck, "I almost died. You're my hero." "Yeah, yeah," he rubs his warm hands across your back, "how would you live without me?" "I wouldn't. That's how." "Alright," he chuckles against you. "You know you have to check around the entire apartment now, right?" "What—"

KOUTAROU — He rushes inside with the door slamming behind him, eyebrows furrowed with worry as he rushes around the place to find you. Once he enters the bathroom, he unexpectedly finds you in a towel, crowding near the door he stands next to. "Where is it?" He whispers next to you, eyes wandering your misty face and your moist eyelashes, which have lifted as you notice the eight-legged monster make an advance towards you. You gasp, bouncing backward with a hand clasping your towel to your body to keep from falling down. "Don't worry Babe," he smiles with confidence, "I got this, go get dressed, okay?" "Yeah," you breathe out, carefully leaving the room and opening a drawer. You don't dare to watch him step on the deadly thing, only hearing the sole of his shoe hit the tile floor aggressively before a cupboard opens, the plastic inside of the trashcan rustling, you suspect he was throwing it away. "Alright, I got it, Baby! You can come back in, now!" He struts out of the bathroom, hands firmly on his hips before he turns his back to you with embarrassment, seeing your half-naked body so suddenly. "Kou, it's fine," you lightly chuckle, "and thank you, I stood there for like, ten minutes trying to decide whether I should book it or watch it for you." He turns around slowly, continuing his trail to you before planting his lips on your skin. "Well, either way, I would've killed it for you, I'm just an amazing boyfriend that way." Yes, he is.

TETSUROU — "Babe, c'mon, please help me, I might die." "No, you can do it." "I can't!" "Yes you can, I believe in you," he winks with that stupid smirk. Bastard. "Kuroo Tetsurou, if you don't get your ass in here right now, I'm not talking to you for a week." "You can't go that long without me, Baby." "Get out of my house." "Okay, okay, okay, where is it. I'll kill it for you since the baby here can't do it themselves." He takes a step into the living room from the kitchen, stopping immediately when he sees a big brown thing residing on the floor. "Um. Y/n." "What," you whine, pulling him by the collar of his shirt for comfort. "What the fuck is that," he breathes, eyes widening and face turning pale. "Are you serious right now? Now you're scared? Tetsu!" "What? I Just—how is that real? Why is it that big?" You slowly rotate your head at him incredulously, eyes narrowed at his nervous demeanor, "kill it! Before it kills you! And me, after!" "Oh my god, okay, okay, fine," he groans, "wait, it's too big for my shoe," he marks. "Do you have like, a notebook or something I could use?" "Uh, shit, yeah lemme get it." Once you hand him the spare, thick spiral notebook you had in storage, you get behind his broad back with your hands on his shoulder blades as your head peeks out from behind. You can feel his heart beating hard. You watch him slam the notebook flat on the ground, the smack of it rippling through the room. You both sigh in relief with your shoulders sagging as he turns around to face you. "Better now?" He asks. "No." His head cranes back in confusion, "what? Why not," he practically frowns. "Because there's another one right behind you."

KIYOOMI — He hadn't picked up your phone calls until the fourth one, his voice coming through your end at the third ring. He was surprised to hear your voice shake in fear like it had, which made him all the more concerned when he left to help you. Once he enters your apartment, his eyes narrow with worry because he couldn't see you yet. "Y/n? Where are you?" "In here! Come quick!" He speeds towards the bedroom door and opens it aggressively before stopping almost immediately when your back bumps into him. "Omi, can you kill that for me, please?" He grunts in confusion while moving his head over your body to find a small spider in mid-air, spinning from its web. "Are you serious? That's what you called me over here for?" "I'm sorry, I don't mean to cause trouble, I just didn't know what to do." "You could have killed it yourself, you know." "Uh, uh, no way, not happening. I'm sorry, Love, but I physically cannot go within ten feet of those things." He didn't understand why, but he accepted it, placing his hands on your waist to move you to the side, his chest brushing against you as he walks forward. He looks around for something, only to take a couple steps and pull a tissue from a box on the TV stand, moving back to his original spot and raising his hand, catching it in the white paper. "Is it dead?" You ask with caution, a hint of curiosity. "Yes, no need to worry, now. Although you might wanna check your sheets, there might be something in there." "Omi, are you serious?" "No," a light snicker abrupts from him, although you could only see his cheekbones lift from the back, "you'll be fine. Just, stop stressing over it, okay?" "Yeah," you inhale, nodding after he throws the tissue in the trash, "okay." He had to change your sheets that night. He was wrong.

ATSUMU — "Y/n? Baby, where are ya? Are ya dead?" He calls throughout the apartment, quite dramatically, you might add, as he runs through the rooms, scouting for your possible corpse. "'Sumu! Over here! I'm fine! Kind of!" "Uh, are ya sure 'bout that?" "What do you mean?" You shout back before he opens the door with a head peeking through as if carefully looking for the culprit. "Well, uh, I wouldn't wanna disturb yer, uh, murder plans." "'Sumu, I'm not killing it, you are." "What?!" He yelps, head shooting towards you with obvious confusion. "Yer funny if ya think I'm steppin' foot in this room." "But, Baby," you frown, a little pouty and a little bit like a damn liar. "I'm gonna fuckin' die if you don't do this," you plead, and he can see it through your eyes. He curses himself for this, but he sprints inside, jumping on the mattress and grabbing onto your shoulders. "Where is it." His breath hovers over your neck "Right there," you lead him with your pointer finger to the corner of the wall, a barely visible spot can be seen. "Wait, that's it?" "What do you mean?" "Like, that's it? I thought it was at least gonna look scar—oh my god—" he almost screams, running out of the room and dragging you with him, he slams the door shut and falls down against it. "Did ya see that thing? It chased me!" "It barely moved!" "Towards me!" You huff in defeat, acknowledging the fact that you'll be moving out soon. You knew the apartment was the spider's property now. "I shoulda called Osamu," you mutter.

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leafsgarbage · 3 years

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favorite crime | m.a.

A/N: I’m literally so sorry LMAO. I have some characters I find it easier to write for and Atsumu is my top one. He’s also the best to fit this scenario imo. I was either gonna do him or Iwaizumi soooo. Also this is incredibly inspired by Olivia Rodrigo’s song favorite crime. It is my interpretation of the song so I’m sorry if I ruined the song for you or messed up the meaning. I live in the US, so in the state I live in, dating 20 and 17 isn’t illegal but people joke about it.

Synopsis: He was everything you wanted and everything you couldn’t have.

Genre: Angst (oof much angst), fluff (I’m not a monster D: .... jk lol), absent parents

Pairings: Timeskip!Atsumu x f!reader

Song rec: favorite crime - Olivia Rodrigo

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pt.2

Know that I loved you so bad

It was simple really. You befriended Miya Anka your first year at junior high. Her brothers were recently graduated and off at high school, so Anka was left alone. She found a great solace in you.

You two became inseparable since and joined the volleyball team together. You didn’t know much of the sport, but found yourself in love with the libero position.

I let you treat me like that

I was your willing accomplice honey

You saw her brothers every now and then as they were busy with volleyball as it was their first year at Inarizaki. The two of you attended their games and they always thanked you for the support when you did.

The twins were happy their sister found someone she could trust and have by her side. You were 12 then, them being 15. These interactions were minimal, but you still couldn’t help but admire the setter from afar.

His attitude on and off the court astounded you. He was so confident on the court and was always working at 100% there. Once he got off, he was a shy and bashful guy, no matter what. You think that’s what you liked so much about him.

Despite popular belief, he was also incredibly attentive.

Atsumu was probably the only person who really saw how upset your parents not being there got to you. Anka comforted you and assured you that all you needed was her. Meanwhile, Atsumu would give you a hug and tell you that you were strong and that you would be ok no matter what. Osamu baked you whatever you wanted if you stopped crying, lord knows he doesn’t understand crying women.

You and Anka were often used in the twins’ schemes when they wanted to order food or be allowed out. Their parents just couldn’t say no to their youngest and you, it was damn near impossible.

Atsumu and Osamu always treated the two of you to ice cream when you have succeeded in a crime.

And I watched as you fled the scene

Doe eyes as you buried me

Going on to high school, she insisted you both go to Inarizaki to follow in her brothers’ footsteps. The twins were happy for the two of you and you both celebrated your graduations at the Miyas’ house. Your parents were not there, as according to them, they had much more important matters than celebrating their only daughter’s step towards adulthood.

You loved that the Miays adopted you into their family, you can hardly remember a time when you weren’t at their house. You were grateful really, if not for them, where would you be now?

The twins and Anka would always make you laugh, but who knew it would soon be so seldom. They each left and went on their way to follow their passions, and all you could do was smile with tears threatening to spill as they left with the biggest smiles and prettiest doe eyes. You just knew those two would make it.

Over the course of high school, you and Anka still remained the best of friends and hung out all the time, especially because of volleyball, but your circle just grew. The bond between the two of you would always be stronger than any other though.

You would text her brothers every now and then to check up on how they were doing. Osamu was a bit stressed from being unable to find investors on his business, but you just told him to take out a loan and go all in. Anka reassured him that if anyone could do it, it was him.

Atsumu on the other hand, was a nervous wreck during the beginning of your third year at Inarizaki. He recently got signed with the MSBY Black Jackals and was afraid that his teammates wouldn’t like him. It would be his first time on a team without Osamu.

“Hey! You’re so cool Tsumu, I don’t know why yer stressin’.” You shrug with the phone pressed to your ear.

“So ya think I’m cool?” He teases.

You smile. “I think you’re the coolest.”

This was a turning point in your relationship. A pivotal moment one would say. The day everything changed.

The things I did

Your texts with Atsumu were more frequent and more personal. You would often wake up to good morning texts from him.

Atsumu: Good morning booger, have a good day at school and don’t slack off in volleyball! >:)

You would often indulge him in his banter.

You: D: I never slack off! Good morning Tsum. Have the best day at work, don’t overwork yourself. Take care <3

At night, you would try to stay up because when you were both in your beds alone, he called you to talk in the night. You would recount your day and he would tell you about his. The two of you would laugh till your stomachs hurt or have serious conversations about life and what makes you happy.

You sent him letters because you told him it is easier to write things out and tell him rather than on the spot over the phone. He appreciated them and began to write back when he received one.

Just so I could call you mine.

He jokingly said over the phone that you should visit him, so on Friday afternoon, you left your house and took the train to go to Atsumu. You told Anka that your parents were taking you with them on some business endeavor. She was surprised, but didn’t question it. You felt bad for lying, but you didn’t have a title for what you were or what you’re doing.

You two simply enjoyed spending time in each others’ presence. He made your heart soar as you two would go walk out on the town, hands brushing against each other, itching to hold the other.

The things you did

When you slept over he let you have his bed, but you insisted to sleep on the couch.

“Y/n, yer my guest! A pretty one too, I’m not lettin’ ya sleep on the couch.” The two of you settled on the bed together on opposite ends. Your heart was pounding in your chest, how would you sleep like this?

Some time throughout the night, Atsumu fell asleep and reached out for you. He engulfed you in his strong arms, your back to him as he nestled his head on your neck. You turned bright red, but didn’t bother to try to get out as your heart pounded relentlessly in your chest.

You didn’t bring it up, but Atsumu had the biggest smile on his face in the morning.

When you got back home, Atsumu even started to send things to your house. He would write little letters attached to them.

Y/n! I found these amazing snacks and I thought I’d share the wealth ;)

Or cute ones.

Hi y/n, I missed you and found these matching bears for us. Love, Atsumu.

You can’t remember a time when you were so excited to get the mail.

One day, Atsumu actually invited you to meet the guys from MSBY as his friend. You didn’t mind because the two of you never really settled on making anything official.

“Oh, so this is the girl you bug us about?” Sakusa remarks and Atsumu wants to kill him.

“Omi!” He yells before chasing him around the

You and Bokuto laugh at the pair as Kiyoomi desperately tries to get away from his setter. “Is Sakusa-kun on the team yet?”

“He’s still playing at the college level but he said he’s looking into MSBY so he’s around a lot.” Bokuto explains. “What are you planning to do after high school y/n?”

You nod. “Probably more volleyball, it’s really all I know and I can’t fathom doin anything else ya know?”

Bokuto smiles at you, glad you have such a heart for the sport. “Why don’t you play a game with us.”

“You guys are professionals! I couldn’t keep up.” You laugh at his offer.

“Come on, one game?” Reluctantly, you accept the spiker’s request and he gathers teams of six on each side. You have Kiyoomi and Barnes, and others you haven’t met while the other team has Atsumu, Bokuto, Meian, Thomas, Inunaki, and one more.

You end up losing 3-2 but Inunaki compliments your skills as a libero. It makes you feel more confident in your position.

Before you left, Bokuto slapped Atsumu on the back and made a comment. “Just don’t catch a case alright.” He said jokingly as the two laughed it off.

You couldn’t help but think,

Well I hope I was your favorite crime.

You never wanted to lie to Anka, but you also didn’t want to face her and tell her you fell in love with her brother who’s three years older than you. It seemed like the ultimate betrayal if anything, but you decided to be brave and let her know.

She took it better than you expected. “I mean, do I wantcha with my stinky brother not really, but if he makes you happy y/n, then I’m happy for you.”

You started crying, feeling so overwhelmed with the kindness your friend has showed you. “I love you Anka.”

Anka hugs you back and says that you deserve the world, but you don’t need the world if you have her. “Did he at least ask you to be his girlfriend? Although I guess he’d want to wait till we finish school. Ugh my brother is annoying.”

The two of you talk about everything as you normally do, but getting this off of your chest was definitely worth it.

You used me as an alibi

This is when your world started to shift again. Atsumu would begin to cancel a lot of your plans or ask you to tell his sister that he wasn’t coming home on certain days he was supposed to. It was odd, but you were assured it was just for work and nothing more.

Online you found that Atsumu began to get more recognition by the media. There were people who loved him or really hated him, so you were worried about his well-being.

You and Anka travelled to him to see how he was doing. When you got to his door you heard pretty loud music. The two of you opened the door to peak inside only to find everyone dancing and Atsumu in a corner talking to a group of people smiling and laughing.

Before you could get recognized, you both left and headed back to Hyogo. “I thought he was busy working.” His sister muttered annoyed, already pulling out her phone to text Osamu.

“Me too..”

I crossed my heart as you crossed the line.

Prom was coming up soon, as was your birthday, and Atsumu promised that he would be back for your birthday and attend prom with you and his sister.

“Yer gonna look beautiful.” He said over the phone and you blushed hard.

You never brought up the incident, chalking it up to a misunderstanding. He could have been socializing for work so you didn’t want to be seen as immature and make problems where there don’t need to be.

A boy in school came up to you at your desk, he was actually your lab partner for physics and you greeted him. “Hi y/n, can I talk to you outside?” He asks. You nod and follow him out to the field. “I’ve liked you for a really long time and just wanted to know if you would like to go to prom with me?”

For a moment, you’re so lost. He would always roll his eyes at you and call you dumb in class... how? “Umm, I’m flattered Haru, but I already have a date, I’m sorry.”

He wasn’t upset about it, he was just sad he didn’t get to you in time.

When your 18th birthday came up, Atsumu and Osamu came back to celebrate. “Happy Birthday!” They said while bringing in gifts and food for you. Oh how you missed Osamu’s food.

While Osamu and Anka went to the kitchen, you looked over at Atsumu’s phone. He was tapping away at it with a smile on his face. “Who is it Tsum?” You ask resting your chin on his shoulder.

He shrugs and tucks his phone away, but not before you can get a glimpse at it. “Just someone from work. Hey, I can’t stay the whole time, I’m sorry.” You assure him it’s ok and he kisses your cheek, thanking you for being so understanding.

Atsumu joins his siblings in singing happy birthday to you, and you plaster a smile on your face when all you want to do is cry.

And I defended you to all my friends

“Wait, you saw what?!” Anka exclaimed angrily as you told her about why you think Atsumu had to leave early.

All of the girls were stretching before you started training, listening to you intently. “It was some girl named Alisa and she asked him if he was going to the party that day, and he said he wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Your teammates stared with disapproving looks, and Anka looked the most pissed. “Y/n, in my opinion, you have to drop him.” Your captain said. “If he loved you like he should, he wouldn’t leave early on your birthday to attend a party.”

Anka nodded with your captain. You’re not even sure if you have ever said I love you to each other. “I don’t know if he has to do them for work ya know, build relationships and stuff.” You don’t want to be seen as immature.

“Girl no.” Anka said. “He’s my brother so I could massacre him if you want me to, jail is just a place.” That made you chuckle and you shook your head while your captain slapped her on the back.

“Thank you guys, but I’m just going to leave it right now.” They weren’t very happy with it, but respected your decision in your own relationship.

That night you call him and hope he picks up. “Hello?” He says through the phone.

“Hi Tsum.”

“Y/n! How are ya?” This feels odd. Your conversation has never been so basic like this.

You hum into the phone. “Tsum, do you love me?”

There’s a pause before he chuckles. “Of course I do, why would ya have to ask?”

“Just checking.”

And now every time a siren sounds

I wonder if you’re around.

It was prom day when you got the phone call. “Hey y/n, I’m so sorry I won’t be able to make it today, but send pictures! I know yer going to look gorgeous.”

Safe to say Anka was not happy and neither were you. While she was angry with her brother, you were utterly disappointed. You had this beautiful dress on with cute makeup Anka did for you and cool shoes, but you felt so worthless.

“Let’s go y/n, ok?” She said trying to cheer you up. “You and me, we’re going to have such a great time!” You knew her date was coming to pick her up and you’d feel bad for third-wheeling, but agreed anyway.

She wanted to stay by you the whole time, but assured her that you wanted her to have fun and you would be ok at the table.

As she went off and danced, you stayed at your table drinking the spiked punch all on your lonesome. Until your lab partner came up to you. “Hi y/n.”

You were actually happy he did. “Hi Haru.”

“Would you like to dance?”

You’re not sure if it was the incredible hole in your heart or the punch that made you say yes, but you don’t regret it. You and Hiro dance next to Anka and her date and you’re all laughing as the guys attempt to B-boy on the dance floor.

You are all a bit intoxicated when you leave prom so you just opt to take the bus back to your houses. Haru is tying up your hair because you couldn’t reach it in your dress. “Hey y/n.” You hum in response. “Would you like to hic, hangout some other time.”

Yet again, you’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or the joy you felt from hanging out with people you really like. “Surrree, hic let’s do it again, hic.”

When you get home your phone rings. “Hello?” You say trying to sound not drunk at all.

“Y/n? How was prom? Ya didn’t send me any pictures. Also I’m on a video call, can ya take me away from yer ear.” He chuckles.

You remove the phone to see Atsumu with disheveled hair from a recent shower. “Oh, hiiiiii Atsumu. Prom was gooooood hic.” You smile innocently at the camera.

His eyebrows furrow. “Were you drinking?” You shake your head no. “Don’t lie y/n.”

You groan at him. “Come onnnn Atsumu, hic it’s just for prom.”

“That’s irresponsible of you y/n.” Maybe he was saying it from a place of concern, and maybe if you were sober you would see it that way, but being drunk seemed to have just triggered all these emotions you sought to bury.

To hell with being mature. “You know what’s, hic, irresponsible of you, Tsumu hic. It’s making hic promises you can’t keep.”

“What are you talking about-”

“Don’t act like you don’t know! Hic. Y-you promise to be at my birthday and you leave to hic go to a party. You promise to take me to prom and probably go to another party. You don’t call me, don’t send me anything, don’t text me cute messages, and don’t tell me what we are. What are we Atsumu? What are we doing? You claim you love me and then ghost me hic. W-why?”

“Y/n-”

“A-a-and you know! I always defended you, and never wanted to make you feel like I was too young, o-or immature. But even though you’ve hurt me so much I still love you... cause you know, I would do it all again.” You were tired. Tired of being lied to, tired of being unappreciated.

“I do love you y/n, but my job-”

You shake your head. “No, fuck your job, fuck your excuses. Just tell me, please, just tell me.”

And so he did.

Oh, the things I did.

You left him little voicemails when he wouldn’t pick up the phone or leave messages that often got left on read. But you were just glad he knew he was appreciated.

Just so I could call you mine.

Then, on the rare chance he did answer, your calls were still cut short as he told you he was tired. “Goodnight Tsumu, I love you.”

“Goodnight y/n.”

Oh, the things you did.

He told you about how he had to host parties for some publicity and ended up meeting this woman who was very big on the social media scene. At first it was strictly business, but he found himself enamored by the older model and fell in love with the way she loved her passion as much as he did.

You slid down the wall of your living room, tears falling along with you, one hand covering your mouth so you wouldn’t let out the sobs that had your body shaking.

“I’m so sorry, y/n.” But his apologies were void at this point. “It wasn’t our-”

“Well, I hope I was your favorite crime.” And you hung up, blocking his number, his social medias, everything.

You wanted to erase him from your life, but he tainted your heart and you think that’s why the pain in your chest is so strong as you sob out into the empty house.

With the little amount of strength you had, you made your way to your room, tore off your dress and cleaned off all of your makeup as well as loosened your hair. You plopped into bed and cried yourself to sleep.

Falling in love should be a crime. No one should ever have this kind of power over someone.

There was knocking on your door and you headed to open it. There stood the man who had the power to make you fall to your knees in pain, and they almost did had it not been for the door. You quickly close the door, but he keeps it open with one foot through the door.

You open it and allow him in. “If you’re here to apologize some more or ask me for forgiveness please don’t bother. It’s my fault for falling in love with you.”

“Your favorite crime?” He asks what you meant over the phone. “You didn’t give me any time to explain, y/n. You think I would play with your feelings just for the fun of it?”

You nod. “Yes. Your sister’s best friend, someone you shouldn’t go after but did anyway. Why?”

“Because I thought you were the only one who cared about me when I was alone-”

You cut him off. “Right.” You start to laugh. “You were feeling homesick, and I was worried about you, so I talked to you and look where that got me. Now you have adoring fans, thousands of people who love you and a beautiful girl too. You can go now Atsumu, I don’t want anything from you anymore.”

“Why do ya keep cutting me off, and now letting me say anything! You just keep coming out with these conclusions.” He says upset.

“Am I wrong?” You ask, finally looking into his eyes and you see the bags under them, but it’s not your place to care anymore. He doesn’t respond so you just nod, accepting what you have already known to be true. “Get out.” You open the door and point to it. He hesitates before sighing and grabbing his things to head out the door.

“Your favorite crime?” He asks again and you nod with a sad smile.

Cause, baby you were mine.

A/N: I had a huge inspirational moment while listening to Miss Rodrigo’s album. SO pretty, please give it a listen if you have the time. Also, IM SORRY. I will get to my multi part stories, but I have just been getting so many ideas its hard to stick with one. Enjoy this, two posts in one week whoop whoop.

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