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emmyrosee · 18 hours
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His phone rings once, and Kiyoomi smirks down at it.
You’re calling him, of course you are, why would you not be, and he sighs and excused himself before slipping out to the front of the building and answering the phone.
“This better be good.”
“Im crawling in your walls.”
He lets out a laugh and scrubs his face with his hand, “you miss me that much? I’ve only been gone for a few hours.” You whine on your end of the line, and he chews the tip of his thumb to stop himself from laughing.
“Kiyoomi,” you whine. “I didn’t give you enough kisses this morning. I’m feeling deprived.”
He cocks a brow, “babe, you gave me a thousand kisses before I left-“
“No, I gave you forty seven. I should’ve given you forty eight. Or a thousand.”
This, has him laughing. Laughing because never in a trillion years would he expect to let such ferality be allowed. What would 16 year old Kiyoomi think if he heard some person say “I’m in your walls because I didn’t kiss you enough”?
He wouldn’t believe him. He wouldn’t think someone would care enough about him to go through such lengths to be part of his life, a part of him, and he poked his tongue in his cheek and shakes his head.
“You can kiss me more when I get home.”
“I don’t want to wait that long.”
“I’ll kiss you back?”
This, has you stopping, and he raises his brows as he waits for a response. “You promise?”
“Of course I do,” he snorts. “When have I never not wanted to kiss you?”
“True.” You go quiet again, “I miss you.”
“I miss you too, baby. I’ll be home soon.”
“…okay,” you finally sigh. “I’m gonna eat your drywall.”
He snorts again, “go for it.”
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nyctophilicroses · 7 days
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Thinking about blowing kiyoomi for his 28th birthday 🤭
Oh GOD yes.
After a birthday filled with a chaotic boys who adore and torment your man, and you sneaking kisses whenever you could, you knew that by the end of the night, your man would be pliant and ready to completely relax under your ministrations.
He’s on the bed, one arm propping his head, the other scrolling through his phone as he waits for you- you, however, have other plans in play.
“You coming to bed?” He asks sleepily. “‘M tired. You little rats exhausted me.”
You giggle and sit down on the edge of the bed, laying your hand on his thigh that immediately tenses up under your touch. “I think… I have one more gift for you,” you hum, thumb provocatively rolling over the thick muscle.
“Oh do you?”
“I do.” Your fingertips walk like legs to the waistband of his sweats, toying with the small drawstrings, “only if you want it, of course. Since your rats tired you out.”
He grins and tosses his phone to the side, “oh, baby, you don’t know how bad I want it.”
You return the smile and lean over to capture his lips in a kiss, letting him take control of the pace as he eagerly licks into your mouth, tongues dancing against each other as you mewl into the kiss. Your wandering hand ghosts over the hardening cock under his sweats, making him pant softly at the feeling.
You giggle and slowly kiss down his neck, sucking dark marks on tender parts of his flesh, leaving purpling marks in your path. You feel him swallow sharply and release a shuddery gasp, his neck has always been an erogenous zone for your man, and coupled with the gentle drag of your fingers over his cock, he’s already turning into a putty in your palms.
Your kisses trail south and you flick your tongue playfully over his nipple, and he hisses. “You’re teasing me, brat.”
You snicker, “never said I wasn’t going to make you squirm a little bit.” You lick the hardening bud again, and his cock twitches in your palm. You relent however, and pull back your head, making direct eye contact with him as you slip your hands under his waistband boxers and finally touch his cock. His brows twitch and he shivers, and you waste no further time in slipping him out and into the air.
You spit a wad of saliva into your fist and slowly start working him up to full hardness, his cock now erect in your grasp and twitching from the coolness of the air mingling with the slick of spit on his member.
“Please,” he murmurs, and you obey. You shift yourself to lay between his long legs, innocently crossing your ankles and letting them sway in the air as you kiss along his cock, sucking gently at his balls while he sinks his teeth into his lip.
You flatten your tongue and lick a broad stripe up the prominent, pretty veins adorning the left side, and his abs tighten in front of you. His jaw ticks, eyes screw shut, and you decide to have mercy on him as you take him into your mouth, tongue swirling around his tip in wide circles. He wheezes, and you chuckle, only for the vibrations to send waves straight through him.
“Please,” he echos.
You waste no further time in starting to suck his cock, slurping messily and loudly for him to get completely overloaded with sensory, and judging by the way he tightens and trembles below you, you’re doing just that.
The first time you take him completely to the back of your throat, his hips rise to completely fuck into you. Something he does as he’s losing control, something he does as he’s so overcome with pleasure it’s all he can do.
“Ah-“ he pants, arching his back as you take him to the back of your throat, the muscle tightening around him has him scrunching his face in absolute pleasure. His brows furrow in the middle of his head. His jaw slacks as little huffs and moans are expelled into the air. “I’m not g-onna last if you ke-keep doing that.”
You hum, only making his thighs tense around your head, “b-baby, fuck, please- keep going-“
You do. You pull back and take him forward back down your throat, gripping your hands on his thighs to brace the bobbing of your head. You whine in surprise when a massive hand cups the back of your head, encouraging you to go impossibly deeper down your throat. You comply, gagging softly.
Heels dig into the mattress on either side of you, hips raising to chase the warmth of your mouth as he whines and mewls into the air, the stickiness of sex melding with the noises of pleasure.
“You’re squeezing me,” he grunts at the feeling of the back of your throat constricting over his swollen tip. You flick your eyes up at him again as you pull back again. He’s a wreck, one hand carding through his messy curls, his teeth sunk into his lip while his other hand grips the sheets hard enough where his knuckles lighten. “I’m gonna cum- I’m gonna cum, baby, please make me cum-“
You say nothing. You can’t. You hum in confirmation and close your eyes, the vibrations only egging him closer to his orgasm, and before you know it, he lets out a shuddery sob, tense muscles of his abs relaxing as he shoots his cum right down your throat, hips jerking up in retaliation. You gag at the sensation and forceful thrust, but you swallow him completely, fluttering your eyes open once again.
You ease him out of your mouth and press a kiss to the ruddy, spent cock head before shimmying up the bed to kiss him again. He’s much more lethargic, sleepier now in post-orgasmic bliss, but he’s clearly relishing in the taste of himself on your tongue.
You slowly pull back, and he squeaks in protest. “Happy birthday, angel boy,” you pant, pressing a kiss to his upper lip.
He smiles and mumbles a quiet “thank you” before kissing you again, letting the high of the night come back down, lost in lust and love.
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zmbiesuga · 9 months
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UNLEARN MY HURT — s. kiyoomi x gn!reader
sypnonsis: growing up in a home where lashing out was normal, it's weird to have someone be so patient with you as you unlearn all those toxic behaviors
warnings: mentions of fighting, reader never learned how to properly express themselves (me), sakusa is so loving and patient that it's sickening, hurt/comfort-ish??, established relationship, use of petnames (angel)
notes: i want to preface this by saying, i used my own experience with my toxic household so i'm sorry if it doesn't resonate with everybody, i also wrote this at 5 in the morning so if there're mistakes whoopsies, i'll fix them later
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something people don't realize, is that sakusa kiyoomi is a patient man.
he's patient with atsumu when he's annoying him, he's patient with hinata and bokuto as their rowdiness becomes too overwhelming for him, and he's patient with himself as he takes deep breaths to avoid snapping.
sakusa kiyoomi is in touch with emotions and is open about how he feels. he seems brooding and closed-off, but he's the last person to hesitate to tell someone how they're making him feel.
sakusa kiyoomi is your polar opposite.
it's hard for you to open up about a lot of things, especially anger. it's hard for you to keep it in check, so you push it down. the more you do it, the worse it becomes. which leads to your small irritation becoming full-fledged rage at the simplest of things.
this is something that rings true tonight as you walk through the door to you and omi's shared apartment, pinching the bridge of your nose with closed eyes as you let out a heavy sigh before you hear kiyoomi emerge from the living room.
"hey," he says softly as his eyes look at your figure up and down (that's something else about kiyoomi, he can read people eerily well), he can almost smell the anger radiating off of you, "...you wanna talk about it?"
he walks over to you and puts a comforting hand on your shoulder that you shrug off almost immediately as you walk to the kitchen, where he follows.
after a few minutes of silence as you get yourself a drink, you turn to kiyoomi with furrowed brows, "why don't you ever get mad at me?"
sakusa blinks a few times in confusion before he furrows his own brows, "...what?" he questions in that same soft tone, "you want me to get mad at you...?"
"no," you say firmly, almost in a sneer, "i said, why don't you ever get mad at me."
truth be told, you were yelling at yourself to shut up and stop while you were ahead. ultimately though, you decided to ignore your better conscience as you continued to attempt to push his buttons.
"i mean, if you shrugged my hand off of your shoulder and ignored me, i'd be fuming," you admitted, your voice slowly getting louder, "i just...don't understand why you never scream, why you never get mad at me and take it out on me as a response."
sakusa took a deep breath before he responded calmly, "because what good would that do us, angel?"
your eyes widen slightly as you look at him, searching your brain for an answer, "because..." you mumble as you trail off in useless thought.
you can't actually think of any reason, you just know that's how your parents dealt with things. pushed them away until it got too much to handle, and then snap at each other almost over nothing.
you look away from him with slight embarrassment as you swallow the lump in your throat as sakusa walks over to you, holding your face between his hands.
"it wouldn't do me any good to yell at you, even if i'm irritated with you," he said, "i just find something else to take it out on, like the volleyball court or taking some time alone. something i can do to process how i'm feeling."
you look up at him as your eyes become glossy, placing your own hands on his where they rest against the side of your face.
"angel, i love you, but pushing down how you're feeling isn't healthy," he says in a comforting tone, "and it also isn't healthy to take it out on someone who hasn't done anything. i know emotions are hard, okay? but i need you to understand that i'm here to help you through them and figure out what works best for you."
you looked up at him and nodded as you blinked, a few tears running down your face in the process that sakusa quickly wiped away.
"so how about we go sit down, and you tell me what's actually wrong, okay?" he asked again in a soft tone, a warm smile tugging at his lips.
you nodded again as you took his hand, sitting down on the couch as you prepared to open up.
he was right, emotions are hard, but having someone as patient as sakusa kiyoomi around makes them a little bit easier.
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karasimpno · 11 months
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haikyuu men reacting to you getting followed on your way home
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I had something pretty scary happen to me last night, so what better than fictional volleyball men to seek comfort in! (lmao this was actually a year and a half ago, it’s literally been sitting in my drafts that long. happy 1.5k, friends!)
featuring: iwaizumi, bokuto, daichi, sakusa
contains: mention of being followed, fear, comfort, gn!reader
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Iwaizumi starts when you slam the door behind you and fall back against it, letting out a heavy exhale. He looks up from where he’s slicing vegetables for dinner with a concerned expression. “Babe?” he asks, concern lacing his voice, not used to you waiting by the door before kissing him hello. He sets down the knife and walks over to you calmly. “Are you okay?”
The lump that forms in your throat threatens to break as you purse your lips together to keep from crying. “No,” you barely manage to whisper, and before the syllable is even off your lips, one of Hajime’s strong hands is on your waist, pulling you closer. His other hand gently but firmly cups your cheek, drawing your gaze to his, all fiery intensity at seeing his love hurt like this. “What happened?” he whispers.
It comes out in a jumbled, rushed mess - “there was this guy - he was following me, I - whenever I would speed up or - he would walk faster. And I tried to get away, but he crossed the street too and - ” you don’t realize it, but you’re trembling, heart racing again at the memory. It ignites something in your boyfriend.
“I’ll fucking kill him,” Hajime growls, and you don’t doubt him for a second. Your resolve crumples at that very moment, and you fall forward into his sturdy chest, his safe, strong arms instantly wrapping around you. “I was just so scared,” you whisper, and Hajime’s thoughts turn to nothing but you, holding you tight and reassuring you: you’re safe.
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You don’t actually realize how scared you were until you see the look on Bokuto’s face when you walk in the door. 
Big, warm, owlish eyes find yours and something inside your chest heaves, sending a shudder through your body. Your boyfriend is already whipping around the kitchen table before you reach can an arm out to steady yourself on the wall. Usually so strong and buoyant, Bokuto almost startles you with his softness as he pulls you into his embrace. Big, strong arms wrap around you and you allow yourself to collapse into the safety they provide.
“Baby...” he whispers against your forehead from where you’re nestled into his neck. A hand snakes up to tangle in your hair and press you closer against him. His fingers are strong, tense, and you can practically read his thoughts - if only I’d been there...
Bokuto bends down and scoops your legs up, which you eagerly wrap around his waist as you bury your face farther into his neck. He smells like sunscreen and cologne and you could almost cry at how comforting that exact scent is. Supporting you with one hand and using the other to rub comforting patterns up and down your back, he gently carries you back to your shared bedroom, where he holds you for the rest of the evening and lets you know - you’re safe, you’re safe.
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“Oh my love,” Daichi murmurs, pulling you into his embrace on the couch. His thumb had been gently rubbing over your knuckles as you calmed yourself down enough to tell him what had happened on your way home, but now he can’t keep himself from holding you close. If he had lost you...
“It’s okay, I’m okay,” you say firmly. You’re not sure whether you’re reassuring him or yourself, but feeling his strong arms around you is a hell of a lot better than trying to regulate your own heartbeat. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers. “I wish I could’ve...” but he trails off. He knows right now is not about him.
Instead, he pulls you fully into his lap and tucks your head under his chin, running reassuring fingertips up and down your arm. You feel safe, like he’ll never let you go. You feel your elevated heart rate receding, and you relax into his embrace, feeling better already. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and the two of you sit in silence like that for a long time. 
At one point, after it feels like you two are essentially part of the couch, Daichi puts his hand on your head, his fingers gently scratching your scalp as a low humming begins to resonate from his chest. You always used to catch him singing under his breath when he cooked for you, and the vibrations from his sternum lull you into an even deeper sense of peace now. You forget your worries and for a moment the world is just you and him.
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“Come here.”
The words are the first thing you hear when you finally make it back into the safety of your home. If you didn’t know the man any better, you would be sure the words were angry, even aggressive. But no, Sakusa’s voice was just urgent. You exhale shakily, feeling numb, and slip into Sakusa’s quickly-approaching arms.
You had texted him what had happened after hiding in a late-night grocery store to call a ride home instead of walking. Sakusa had demanded to come pick you up but you had insisted on just calling a car instead, because you wanted to be home as soon as possible. Now that you were here, locked in his warm embrace, you just wanted to lay down, the fearful adrenaline leaving your body in a rush.
“Can we just...” you slip out of his arms and barely have the strength to lead him to your shared bedroom and flop onto the mattress, feeling his weight dip onto the comforter alongside you. Intertwining your legs, he takes your face in his hands and rests his forehead against yours, knowing you need peace and comfort right now. His thumb brushes gently across your temples.
“Breathe,” he whispers, and you do, your chest rising and falling in time with his. “I’m right here,” he says, pulling you closer. “I’m not going anywhere, you’re safe, right here.” You don’t even notice the tears forming until they’re dripping onto his shirt, but he just holds you even tighter and grounds you with his touch.
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shimishimii · 8 days
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everybody’s falling in love but me
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⟿ wc; 2k+
⟿ Sakusa Kiyoomi x gn reader ; dramatic fluff, for me this is really a cute fic, hope you like it
⟿ have you ever felt like everyone’s been experiencing love and relationships as if it was a trend and you’re getting left behind? I wrote this fic because of that
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He hears another rant from Atsumu. Hinata rushes to guess, and Sakusa doesn’t need to listen further to determine what this is all about.
Love. Again.
How long did Atsumu’s previous partner lasted? Two weeks? 6 days? A night?
He sat at the gym floor and sees Bokuto smiling cheekily despite his girlfriend coming over to scold him for overexerting given his shoulder injury. Hinata is on a call with Kageyama, grinning and jumping, as if practice was not tiring enough.
He passes on Atsumu’s request, heavily declining to stay up until midnight taking care of wobbly legs and liquor drowned cognition. And for a well-built set of athletes, it sure is a heavy work.
Besides, the topic will be the same. Atsumu vents, hogs all the drama, Bokuto and Hinata would comfort him while Meian tries to give a man-to-man advice. And when the night breeze grows heavy and their hazy eyes starts to cloud with brimming tears with a weird mixture of laughter, only tales of love would escape their lips.
Sakusa shakes his head and hurries packing up knowing the blonde setter would drag everyone out for a drink. And no matter what kind of opinion he says, his teammates would point out his own demise. Right, he is not even in a relationship.
All his friends seem to feel warm and giddy talking about the important people in their life. Sure, their partners had flaws, but all those details seem to fit the puzzle. Drawn back by time again and again, as if tethered by invisible threads of affinity, through complains and smiles, they keep coming back.
Like it was meant to be.
Even if it meant his heart would always be at the edge of heaven and hell all the time?
He likes his comfort zone as it is even if it means he is alone. Alone but not lonely, well, most of the time.
Sakusa can’t fathom the idea of how they can be willing to gamble on the table, hoping that their partner would show a card of heart.
Of all computed probabilities, love must be a question of chance.
Dumb luck. Fate. Destiny.
Whatever it is, his walls are tall enough for love to even take a peek.
Sometimes, confusion spreads over him, was he being left out? Is his heart just half a piece and there’s actually a need for someone to complete it?
Actually, he never liked putting much effort in liking someone. Simply, the time and attention to spend, he thinks it is not worth it.
He assumes several points, mostly illogical, but he thinks otherwise.
First, to get used to someone’s warmth and the eternal winter that would follow once it’s gone. Second, he doesn't want to be a memory in someone's past, archived and forgotten as though once upon a time, he was just a side character in a story.
Lastly, but of course you will never hear him admit it.
He feels scared. Once he ends up alone, back to how he always was, he does not know how to cope with such loss.
With that, he prefers not feeling anything, getting attached, or falling in love at all.
There’s the constant fear of being left alone and hurt. For a heart to get used to a rhythm and then long a melody of what your heartbeat used to dance to.
But of course, he knows it is more complicated than that. And it was never easy admitting it. It’s hard to express this feeling. Of hoping to love and be loved, at the same time still enjoying the peace of solitude.
It seems to be an ignorant bliss, when you don’t know love drawn along the lines of commitment. Sure, he can admire someone but not in a way there’ll be a ring on his finger someday and vows will be exchanged.
His feelings were often intellectualized, and the words just never materialize.
There’s another fear that lingers, that admitting his feelings means a promise. That he will never leave them too.
What if his feelings change along the way?
He admires the concept of affection and intimacy but not when it is about someone’s name to be carved in his heart.
It seems fun. No, fun is not the word for it. It’s difficult to describe, but loving and being loved must be something special.
‘Who am I to find joy in such experience?’ He often asks himself.
So, he will simply think about this for a few nights, or days, or during showers, in-between tv shows, just enough to acknowledge this feeling and let it go.
See, there’s a lot of issues he is still working on. And may it be a decade or a century, he wishes to be well prepared before he falls in love.
Because he knows when he falls, it will be like gravity had him on a chokehold.
“You’re meeting again?” Bokuto asks. Suddenly, everyone’s attention is on him.
It’s an early end for their practice today. It barely warmed him up. Although Sakusa protests, he plays anyway. He grumbles but still plays volleyball all too well. Hinata complains how he can hate and love a thing, and still be good at it.
“Right Omi, I wonder why’s that” Atsumu sneaks a remark, with a hand placed on his shoulder, eyebrows wiggling. His teammates are too good at jumping, often at conclusions.
“It’s for that case settlement” Sakusa replies.
“The house ownership?” Everyone pauses to listen as Atsumu speaks. “Wonder how someone did manage to scam you” Atsumu’s right. He thinks of himself as ahead of analyzing people, turns out he’s vulnerable when someone offers something with the label ‘sale’.
“Why not let it go? You’re rich, unless you want to keep going on those ‘case meetings’ huh”
Sakusa simply sighs. The scammer was caught months ago, but there wasn’t any progress on who gets the house. Sakusa Kiyoomi, who finally decided to buy a house, somehow ended up tangled with you.
Both of you paid the full amount for the house, caught off guard by the ‘sale’. Said it was 50% off (it never was). Truly, the scammer knows capitalism by its roots, selling the house to both Sakusa and you, presented as a bargain but gained twice the amount. And unfortunately, the money was gone in thin air. The positive side was, it was named after you and Sakusa but both of you have to decide how to settle the ownership.
The judge suggested two options:
a) one gets the house, the other compensated with money
b) sell the house, both gets compensated with money
However, both of you refuses to give away the house. It’s a perfect deal, both near your workplaces, spacious, newly renovated, completely furnished, and has that perfect aesthetic of the interior you both dreamed of.
Sakusa already told this dilemma to his teammates. He has no choice, it’s been months, and both of you kept meeting but ends up arguing. No wins, no losses. A perfect stagnant problem.
“Let Kiyoomi enjoy his dates—”
“It’s a meeting” Sakusa retorts.
“Right, and the sun’s a star” Atsumu rolls his eyes.
“It’s a star?” Hinata quickly replies, with furrowed brows.
“Well, whatever you call it, seems like you’re enjoying anyways” Atsumu shrugs. Bokuto and Hinata nods.
“They’re annoying at best” Sakusa replies, massaging his forehead thinking what chaos it will be again later.
“If you don’t like each other so much, why bother meet all the time?” Hinata asks.
“Specifically, at least twice a week” Bokuto agrees.
And Sakusa’s left defenseless. His walls came crashing down.
He ignores everything they say after, as he usually does. He finishes packing up and proceeds to check your message. He searches the location where your date will be—discussion, he smiles at his silly mistake.
On the other hand, you are getting uneasy how today will turn out although you are sure an argument will be present. It’s quite a joke you kept meeting someone despite your desire to avoid things that are a waste of time.
Meeting Sakusa is not a waste of time, isn’t it?
You deny the excitement building up waiting on him as he shows up in gym clothes compared to your academia themed outfit. It was like someone on a fitness journey was meeting up with a crumbling postgrad student.
With black sweatpants, an inch higher than his ankle, and his regular fitted black shirt, you spot Kiyoomi. As marvelous and nonchalant as ever.
Kiyoomi looks from outside the cafe’s window and pauses for almost a minute, thinking of something nice to say.
You also prepared a few phrases on your mind, something about the weather. How cloudy skies compliments the hue of his hair and eyes, captivating his features so well.
But the moment you meet, and words come out from your mouths, he was baffled how something about the weather turned into an argument about ecological footprints. Maybe because Kiyoomi kept on using his car despite the training venue being streets away. You point it out and Kiyoomi would never admit his purpose of hoping to drive you home sometime. So, he contradicts your words by the number of items you kept on purchasing and why consumerism keeps on depleting the earth’s resources.
After some lengthy banter, silence precedes.
But Sakusa wonders what remains loud, no one’s talking but something remains loud.
Then he realizes, there’s the beat on his chest.
He begins to get baffled by how many paradoxes can exist all at once.
Like how he can hate your guts but keeps making his days available just to see you.
How can he be so selfish of not wanting to give up the house just so he can hear you ramble about your life, why it was your dream house, how can it benefit your working hours, and how you hate pets are not allowed in your current apartment complex.
He hates this. How his practice tires him out but ends up coming back to meet you. Like it was meant to be.
You could also list your reasons to hate him.
You hate how he becomes silent suddenly. But his nonverbal gestures tell a lot and more than what you need to know. Like how his lips slowly lift when your reasoning was actually right. Or the way he orders for the both of you and never misses any detail, he gets it right without even asking you. Even the way he leans forward slightly just so he can hear you clearly and remind you he is listening whenever you share anything.
You begin to remind yourself, think with your head not that thing in your chest.
Of all computed probabilities, love may not be a question of chance…but a choice.
Dumb luck. Fate. Destiny.
Whatever it was, he might be slowly getting it.
You are not there to complete him. Neither he does. But simply sitting in front of him, with his pretty hair, and cute grunts. And all his snide remarks, the comments how your outfit suits you, remembering what your favorite coat is, his random sarcasm, how he remembers all the stories you told him.
His mandatory habit of collecting the receipt with your doodles, how he informs you ahead of his schedule making sure you are a part of it, and simply being with each other.
It is not just a question what this situation is. It is an enigma.
You hate him.
And damn right, he hates you too.
But you both say goodbye with smiles on your face.
Another meeting is set on a shared online calendar you previously both agreed on.
Also, the house still belongs to both of you.
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a/n: I admit I get jealous of the "love experience" and I admit I never tried a relationship. Because like what I wrote, it was not the fear of love, it's the fear of losing someone you love.
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cynopcis · 1 year
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Care for you
pairing: hq! sakusa x reader
You raise your arm to cover your eyes from the harsh glare of the light above. You haphazardly shake your feet in hopes that your heels will come off easily, however, the one on your left foot is stubborn and won’t come off. Just like how you brushed off the harsh light and covered your face with a pillow instead, you let your left shoe stay on as you doze off to sleep, not having the energy to care.
You have no idea what time is it when you woke up, but you can hear shuffling and your boyfriend’s familiar footfalls coming from different directions. You remove the pillow from your face and instead of the harsh light you are greeted by the soft glow of your bedside lamp. You blink once, twice, thrice, and slowly let your surroundings sink in.
The AC is running and its cold and yet your hair is damp and your skin is covered in sweat, both your feet are bare, and you can no longer feel the weight of your makeup. You sit up with your elbows supporting you, you observe Sakusa as he moves around your shared bedroom.
After a minute or so of watching him fix his things and yours, you speak up, “I’m sorry for leaving a mess, as compensation I’ll do the laundry instead.”
Sakusa shakes his head, “Nonsense, I’ll do the laundry and you rest.”
“I feel bad,” you admit, “I leave home and leave a mess, I come home and make more mess.”
“I understand,” he stands infront of you and signal for you to raise your arms, “you’re tired and you don’t have much time anyway.”
You raise your arms and he removes your top for you and hands you a towel.
“My time management is so bad, Kiyo.”
“My time management is good enough for the both of us,” he quips, “Now take a bath, you fell asleep with the AC turned off.”
“Okay,” You smile and give him a peck on the lips before entering your bathroom, “thank you.”
After freshening up in the bath Sakusa prepared, you dress up in the pajamas he picked out and laid out for you, and make your way to the kitchen to look for food. You hear the washing machine whirring and the sizzling of food being cooked. Sakusa gestures for you to sit down on the island counter.
“I love you, Kiyoomi.” you say with a content smile on your face, “What do you say about being my house husband?”
“I’ll think about it.” He replies and hands you a plate of peeled apples. I love you too
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lemurzsquad · 1 month
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Hand Sanitizer
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Pairing: Sakusa x gn!reader (platonic or romantic, up to interpretation)
Summary: You and Sakusa hate each other with a passion, and it's almost always a disagreement over hand sanitizer. So when you leave to wash your hands and don't come back, Sakusa learns why exactly you avoid using it so adamantly.
A/N: Okay so this fic. Hooooo boy. This fic. I've been wanting to write it for a while and finally have. It started as a "Reasons why I'm pretty sure Sakusa would hate me irl" and turned into this.
So I have a skin condition known as aquagenic wrinkling of the palms (or AWP), which affects my hands when they come in contact with water, which is what this fic is about. I never hear about this condition anywhere, and it's very lonely sometimes, and there's no real treatment for it (from what I've seen). So this is essentially a vent where I take my skin condition seriously for once instead of just making water allergy jokes to cope lol
(More info about AWP here)
Word count: 3898
cw: skin condition (non-graphic descriptions and discussion) (AWP - please read above), hurt/comfort, angst, crying, enemies to friends...?, emotionally constipated apologies from Sakusa, hand sanitizer is evil /j, vent, not proofread because I just wanted to get this done and posted to do literally anything else, (please lmk if I should tag anything else)
(Disclaimer: I am not a doctor, and everything written here is purely from my own experiences and observations. If you would like to learn more, please do your own research; this is not designed to be informative. It's purely for myself and for awareness.)
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You and Sakusa had never gotten along.
You were certain you knew when it started, having been completely oblivious of one another up until that point.
It was when you were both first years in high school, and there happened to be a lizard in the classroom. You, upon seeing it, immediately proceeded to pick it up and ask the teacher to let you put it outside, to which they agreed.
You came back to the classroom, dusting off your hands, when a curly-haired boy took it upon himself to comment, “Go use some hand sanitizer, would you?”
You squinted at him, partly confused as to why he was talking to you and how you had never noticed he sat there before. “No thanks,” you answered, “I'd rather just wash my hands.”
“I don't think just washing your hands would be enough,” he rebutted with a sharp look behind his bangs. “You probably don't even know how to properly wash your hands.”
“Well, too bad! I'm not using hand sanitizer!” You were starting to get annoyed, crossing your arms.
Somehow, that seemed to make him even more disgusted, possibly at the thought that you were spreading whatever it was on your hands onto your clothes now, too.
The two of you threw jabs back and forth until the teacher separated you, which you were both happy to oblige. The animosity between you never seemed to quite dissipate even as the year went on and you became second years. You almost felt bad for the misunderstanding, knowing it was entirely your own fault, but how were you supposed to explain to this random kid that you couldn't use hand sanitizer even if you wanted to? At least, in your head you couldn't.
At some point, you and Sakusa became something of enemies within your class—renowned ones, at that. People would often ask the both of you why you hated each other so much, but your answers were vague at best.
“He's just so pretentious,” you said once.
“They're just so obstinate,” he said once.
And thus, an impasse stretched between you. You hadn't even learned his name until months after your first encounter, too bitter to really care.
Despite the efforts you both went through to avoid being within the presence of the other, you somehow still ended up nearby. Maybe it was your teachers attempting to make you get along—maybe it was the universe laughing in your face.
Throughout that entire time, you still faithfully avoided hand sanitizer like the plague. The one time the nearest bathroom was out of order for a little while and you couldn't wash your hands, you used as little of the accursed substance as you could. Whatever microscopically thin layer that coated your hands there was, you shook it off almost violently, simultaneously disgusted by the feeling of something on your skin and afraid of what it might do.
The disapproving look Sakusa gave you when he saw that was palpable.
At some point, you hated each other mostly out of principle. You'd both kept it up this long—it would be weird to suddenly just let it go since your flimsy justifications seemed enough until now. To admit that you were being unreasonable would be worse than getting along, you separately reasoned.
So when you were paired up for a project, you couldn't help but grimace. Sakusa was the first to go up to the teacher about it.
“I can't work with them,” you heard him say. For once, you agreed with him.
The teacher, however, dismissed his concerns with a wave, saying, “In life, you don't get to pick who you work with. Sometimes you'll have to try to put aside your differences to get your work done.”
It sounded stupid to you, like some half-hearted excuse so they wouldn't have to rearrange seating or partners. But it's not like you had any place to argue, so you resigned to just sucking it up.
Instead of working together, you both divvied up tasks as quickly as possible and did what you assigned yourselves—separately.
All was going well; you ignored each other and worked on the project silently. Despite other groups discussing their plans and the room being filled with chatter, your share corner was dead silent save the sound of pen on paper.
Which didn't last long when suddenly the tip of your pen snapped off. The now open ink tube spilled onto your hands, and when you tried to minimize the damage, it only got worse. By the time you dropped the pen onto your open notebook, raising your hands in surrender, they were absolutely coated in black splotches. A sense of defeat washed over you as you watched your words get covered and your paper stained in ebony.
Taking a moment to glance at your already ruined hands, you just resigned to picking up the pen and throwing it out. It was your favorite pen, which was unfortunate. It couldn't be helped, you told yourself.
Sakusa had noticed you flailing about your desk, silently judging you for the clumsy mess you made when you should have just thrown out the pen the second it broke to avoid the noir crime scene that now covered you and your area. He scowled knowing you would now have to redo whatever you had written for the project.
It was nearing the end of school, the class you were currently in being the final one of the day. You approached the teacher's table and asked if you could go wash your hands. They checked the clock to see about twenty minutes left before replying, “Make it quick.”
You walked past Sakusa's desk on your way to the door. He made the snide remark, “You could get the ink off really well with hand sanitizer.”
It took everything in you not to snap back at him, but you just hurried past, careful not to touch anything on the way out.
Sakusa knew he would never understand you. From the moment you met, you stubbornly refused what seemed to be basic courses of action. Touch something dirty? Use hand sanitizer. Eating? Wash your hands before and after to keep from touching anything.
The couple of times he had seen you wash your hands, it was very brief, and you seemed to avoid using the air dryer, opting for paper towels that were arguably undoing whatever progress you made in washing your hands.
At the same time, you avoided any task that would require you to touch dust or water. You always asked to sweep or clean windows, so much so that everyone just ended up giving you those tasks to get you to stop asking. If you did get something on your hands, you immediately wiped or shook it off, seemingly disgusted. You would even briefly run it under water just to dry it on your clothes so they weren't wet. It seemed there were things worse than water if you were willing to rinse them off.
But it was still that one avoidance that came between you: the hand sanitizer. It was practically the same as water, and it dried quickly. Even if it was comparable to washing your hands, it was still much more convenient in most scenarios. Yet you continued to adamantly refuse to ever use it. At some point you declared, “I would rather die,” when he had tried to squeeze some on your hand, earning him his wrist grabbed and pushed away. 
He just didn't understand.
So when he found you sobbing in front of the stairs, opening your hands and clenching them closed into loose fists repeatedly, he was beyond confused.
You hadn't come back to class after leaving to wash the remnants of your broken pen, so the teacher decided it was your project partner, Sakusa, who should find you and return the belongings you left behind. He went over to your open notebook that remained just where you left it and noted the handful of words that were still visible. 
Sakusa folded the cover over, enclosing the now dried puddle of ink. The remainder of your things he scooped into his arms, leaving the room once the halls had cleared a significant amount. As much as he wanted to just leave your things and go to volleyball practice, he figured it would end poorly.
Plus, what could possibly have kept you out of class for so long that you would have left everything behind? There was no way it had taken that long to get most of the ink off of your skin, so either you had just skipped the last bit of school or something happened. Since you hadn't taken your wallet with you with your IDs (he checked your bag when he put the notebook back inside, sure that it was completely dry), he reasoned it was probably the latter.
“Tsk.” They would have been able to get it off with hand sanitizer, he thought, brows furrowed. This is such a waste of time.
Sakusa wandered through the halls when he didn't find you by the bathrooms. He was starting to think it was a lost cause trying to return your bag; he even had to text his cousin to tell him why he would be late. It wasn't until he got to a particularly empty hallway did he hear something.
Quietly, in a dark alcove with a set of stairs leading up, a figure was huddled against a wall. Their tears were soft but anguished, stifled because it was in the environment of school. Sakusa had tried to ignore them until he realized it was you.
You held your palms up just past your knees that were pressed against your chest. You opened and closed your hands, a fresh cascade of tears painting your cheeks as you choked back a sob. You pressed—with more pressure than could have been painful—your thumb into the center of your other palm, nails digging into the back of your hand. You set your closed eyes on your knees with the hope that it might stop the water that leaked from them.
Sakusa, with great caution, approached your hunched figure. He didn't want to, he really didn't. You were the person he probably hated the most at his school, but somehow he knew he'd seem like an awful person if he didn't at least give your belongings to you directly—he wouldn't give you the satisfaction of another thing to hold over his head.
And yet those thoughts went to the back of his mind when he crouched down in front of you. His mask and curly hair obscured his focused expression as he tried to study your current state. The moment you seemed to hear him there, you held your breath and repressed your already quiet cries.
When Sakusa got close, you buried yourself further in to hide your face behind your knees and clenched your hands even more.
He frowned and something in his chest tightened. His brows furrowed deeper over his eyes and he huffed. He saw your nails digging into the skin on the backs of your hands.
“That's going to leave a mark if you keep doing that.” It came out more biting than he had meant it, but he was being serious.
It was then that you could no longer hold back your sobs, almost choking on your own tears. The grip you had of your hands softened and unlinked; instead, you lightly shook them apart from each other. Sakusa had to take a moment to process, but it almost seemed like there was something wrong with them. 
He just wanted to get you to stop crying so he could give you your bag. As much as he hated the gesture, he asked, “What's wrong with your hands?”
You curled your lips in to bite down on them, fighting back hiccups. With your eyes tightly screwed shut, you upturned your palms.
The sight alone made Sakusa's eyebrows fly up in shock. 
He didn't mean to, but he grabbed your wrist to get a better look. Ignoring the ink stains that faintly persisted, there were pale, patchy splotches in the center of your palm and on the side edges of your fingers; there were even some tiny pale rings on the periphery of the bigger splotches. But underneath that, the skin seemed as if it had soaked in water for hours or maybe even days. Not only were there dozens of deep crevice lines trailing from the tips of all of your fingers to their bases but the lines on your palms were more prominent, surrounded by profound, dense wrinkles that spanned the entire surface.
His eyes darted around your hand for a few moments just trying to comprehend what he was looking at. It looked unnatural—it looked painful. And when he met your gaze, he saw unidentifiable emotions flash across it. Was it shame? Regret? He couldn't be sure aside from the blood that seemed to drain from your face.
You tried to pull your hand away, but Sakusa wouldn't let go. His eyes never left yours, searching for some kind of answer. When he couldn't find it there, he asked, “What happened?” It was soft, calm, and even, enough to make you tear up a little again.
The second time you tugged, he released your wrist. You pushed your thumb into your palm again, looking away. Hiding your hands away in the space between your stomach and where your legs were still tucked against your torso, you sniffled a few times and tried to even out your breathing.
“I-It's normal… it just h-happens when I-I touch water…” You stuttered and mumbled between hiccups.
“That is not normal,” Sakusa said a little too quickly and curtly, realizing it probably would have made it seem like he was berating you.
With another sniffle, you said, “It's a– it's a skin condition.” You started to scratch your palms partly out of stress and partly out of the persistent stinging. “It reacts to water i-if I touch it for too long.”
His eyebrows knitted in concern. “Was that from washing your hands then?”
You gave a small nod, still avoiding his gaze. “I couldn't get the ink off and ended up w-washing them for too long…”
“You could have just used hand sanitizer,” he said genuinely. For the moment, he almost forgot he was supposed to hate you, more focused on being worried than anything.
Your answer was your head shaking rather fervently. “No, I can't.” You lowered to set your forehead against your knees again. “Well, actually, I don't know. I-It just scares me and I don't want to r-risk any more pain than I already have. I haven't h-had good experiences with it…”
“What did hand sanitizer ever do to you?” It came out snarkier than Sakusa had meant. He slowly lowered himself to sit with his legs crossed in front of you, your bag still next to him.
You let out a heavy breath. “I was a dumb kid in elementary,” you started. “I had an obsession with scented hand sanitizer for probably a few months. I used it multiple times a day, and even though I don't know for sure if it's related, my hands got worse after that year I think. Only after that did I finally go to the doctor to get it diagnosed after my mom did a ton of research. I agreed to avoid hand sanitizer from then on. I just don't want to risk being in more pain…”
You both went silent.
“Oh…” It was all that left Sakusa's lips. A sudden wave of guilt crashed into him. All of the times he had berated you for not using hand sanitizer and all of his snide, rude, annoyed remarks resurfaced in his conscience. He felt terrible. He felt bad. Someone was hurting and all he did was throw lighter fluid on their problems—for months—and it seemed there was finally a spark to set it all ablaze. The thought that he started it all made it worse.
“Stop with whatever weird look you have on your face.” You squinted at him and his downturned, scrunched face. You'd calmed down enough to be making quips, it would appear. “It's not like I can do anything about it.” You shrugged, half-hearted.
He searched your face again for any sign of emotion aside from blank resignation, but he couldn't find anything. “Is there no treatment?”
You shrunk down further into your huddle, not vocally answering, but the answer was still clear.
Something about the whole situation made his heart hurt; it made him upset, he realized. “So what, you just have to avoid water?”
The nod of your head to the side looked pathetic as you avoided his eyes. After several seconds of silence, you said, “I used to love swimming. It's not like I can't, it's just… it hurts and it makes me feel gross. I don't even like the beach anymore because if I go in the water and get my hands wet, there's no real place to dry them off.” You laughed humorlessly. “It's stupid. You'd think I would get more used to it and get over it as I got older, but it just made me more upset. Why me? Why did I have to get stuck with a condition that's rare and isn't really bad enough for people to care enough to find a treatment? At least, it feels that way…
“I know it's awful, but I sometimes wonder, ‘Why didn't I get stuck with something worse? Then I might have a way to treat it. Then people might care.’”
You glanced up to judge Sakusa's reaction, instantly regretting spilling your feelings and questioning why you did. Tears threatened to flood over again and spill from your eyes. You felt helpless; not only from your condition but also from being stared down by the person you were certain despised you more than anyone. You were giving him more ammo to be disgusted and to detest you, too.
But you couldn't find his face. His ebony bangs hung down like a curtain and his mask further obscured your view, his downturned line of sight completely blocked out.
When the silence was beginning to crawl around on your skin and became almost deafening, you took in a sharp breath and held it for a moment before breathing out a tiny apology. “Sorry… you don't wanna hear about this…”
“No.”
“...No? No… what?”
“No…” 
Sakusa was struggling to get out the right words. How does he say sorry to you in a way that you might actually believe? How does he tell you that you're allowed to be upset, that you can talk about it? How does he make you understand that it's okay?
And how is he supposed to get you to believe it when it's coming from him?
His voice sounded almost angry but not at you—it was for you. “You can be upset,” he said between gritted teeth, hands clenched into tight fists. “No one deserves to have to live everyday avoiding something so common just to not be in pain. And no one deserves to have some jerk constantly making light of it even if they don't know.”
The way your eyes widened and water dripped down your cheeks in sudden streams said it all. “Oh…” was all you could muster before you completely broke down. No one you had ever told about your condition had seemed to fully grasp how much you were hurting inside, how every day was a struggle to avoid reminding yourself of how awful your hands were, how even looking at your own hands sometimes made you ashamed and loathing of yourself. It was a constant reminder that there would always be something wrong with you; you would always be broken, and there was no way to fix it.
Sakusa let you cry with the renewed emotional rush. He remained firmly planted where he sat, not moving an inch. He was not going anywhere.
And he didn't, even as your sobbing slowed to quiet sniffles and wiping mostly dried tears. It took a while before you finally muttered, “Thank you… No one's ever said that to me before…”
“Well, they should.” His words were curt but lacked any sharpness to them.
When you looked up to meet his eyes, he turned them away from you. Hesitantly, he uttered, “Look, I can't promise you that we'll get along, but I can assure you I'll try not to bother you anymore. No more stupid hand sanitizer comments anymore, either.” It was the only peace offering he could make for a chance to pave a path towards making amends.
You let out a breath through your nose that was close to a laugh before hiccuping, “Next thing you know, you'll be telling me we'll work on our group project together.”
“Don't push it,” he answered, quickly and humorlessly. It only made you laugh, although he couldn't comprehend why.
“It's getting late,” Sakusa tried to divert. “You should head home.”
You reached for your phone, and the little numbers on the screen confirmed his statement. Suddenly, a flash of panic crossed your face. “I don't have my bag,” you state frantically, “or any of my stuff.”
It was then that Sakusa held up the original object of his search for you, gently lowering it to the ground. “The teacher told me to bring it to you since you never came back.”
Relief washed over you in a calming rush, and you finally seemed to relax. You pulled your knees away from your chest and sat with your legs crossed. Confirming that everything was in your bag, an immensely relieved sigh left your lips in a gust.
“Thank you.” Your gaze was earnest, trying to convey just how much you meant your words to make sure it sunk in.
Sakusa just grumbled, “Whatever.” He was back to his usual self despite how he stumbled embarrassingly when he got up and realized his legs had gone numb. He reluctantly offered up his hand to help you stand, but you only looked at it for a moment, mouth pressed into a line, before you got to your feet on your own.
He pretended he hadn't tried to assist you, instead pivoting on his heels and shoving his hands in his pockets with a slouched posture. Without another word exchanged, you both headed towards the school's entrance.
The air fell into a comfortable quiet until then. When you did reach the entrance, however, you both stopped in your tracks. You turned to Sakusa, giving him a soft smile and a small wave, and headed down the street. Only when you turned the corner, out of sight, did he head back towards the volleyball gym. He was so horribly beyond late that it was almost laughable.
But he didn't care, knowing it meant someone was there in that very moment for you when you needed it most. So what if he also started to mend whatever nonexistent relationship was there in the process? What mattered was that someone told you that it was okay.
And Sakusa was okay with that. Being late to practice wasn't nearly as pressing as his long overdue apologies. What could be more important than that?
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omi-boshi · 25 days
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cannot stop thinking about unlikely friends yachi and kiyoomi. they probably first met during nationals in kiyoomi's last year in itachiyama. maybe she piqued his interest when he heard her tell hinata to go back to the bathroom and wash his hands properly. they met again in uni and stuck together until they graduated and had to part ways because of their career choices.
and it probably was a gradual thing too, how they became friends. with kiyoomi being generally prickly and yachi being so shy. they just started sitting at the same table one day in the library. then, small nods of acknowledgment became hesitant attempts at small talk. then, it turned into kiyoomi crashing into the chair across from yachi that he has deemed his throughout the semester and immediately complaining about some professor while yachi nods in sympathy. then, it turned into yachi buying two orders of her coffee for that day because she knew kiyoomi would try stealing her coffee under the guise of "i just wanted to try what sugary concoction you brought today, hitoka. c'mon." that he swears he doesn't like. they probably also have matching keychains that kiyoomi bought for them on a whim one day when he was out in the city. and kiyoomi was definitely the person yachi had on speed dial for when she went on dates that started well but ended up making her uncomfortable. and in turn, yachi was the first one he told about you, about the person he was paired up with for a class presentation. she was the first to notice when kiyoomi started crushing on you, even before he himself realized. to notice the way kiyoomi would stare at you longer than necessary, gaze warm with an undercurrent of longing. and the way it might not be as one-sided as kiyoomi deemed it was when she catches you stealing glances at him when you think no one was looking. and naturally, yachi is the first to set the both of you up, ditching the hangout the three of you planned with motoya and tsukasa (that was two weeks in the making, mind you) because "ah, sorry! a very important deadline was moved to today and motoya, tsukasa-san, and i haven't even done half of it." kiyoomi would be disgruntled at how bad that excuse was because the three of them aren't even in the same classes, let alone groupings. and he tells yachi as much. you are none the wiser of course. "i'm really sorry!!! i was so excited too :(( we'll make it up to you both okay? xo" yachi would send to you and to kiyoomi, "if you don't end up kissing them by the end of tonight, don't even bother texting me. good luck!" - [Today 10:19PM] thanks, hitoka
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levenlike11 · 10 months
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thinking about my baby sakusa.. ( sakusa x gender neutral reader - reader is shorter than him)
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i just know he owns so many high-quality body washes and shampoos. and they all smell great🥹
he always smells amazing, has a few different perfumes&colognes for different occasions and deodorants for practices and matches.
he seems like the type to enjoy fresh, clean smells. probably not into very strong scents.
he probably also does hair masks and uses natural oils to strengthen his hair. a really important step in his self-care.
talking of self-care, you always convince him to do masks with you. he says they don't work but either way, you have fun doing it with him and he gives in after a pout from you. (he's smitten.)
you once convinced him to do a mask painted like a cat and took so many photos of him like that because he just looked so cute (he didn't agree at all but was glad to see you so happy over something so small.)
he also doesn't know one of those is still your wallpaper.🤭
he often helps you choose a perfume for yourself too, he has great taste so you drag him to the shop forcefully
he likes smelling so many different sweet fragrances and being able to choose them for you (it makes him happy to know you trust his taste so much because smell is very important for him!!)
definitely has a curly hair routine to keep those beautiful curls in shape (even though he knows you'll ruin them the second he comes near you) (he'll forgive you for a kiss though, you're too cute not to)
he likes washing/brushing/braiding your hair. if he sees an appealing picture of a hairstyle on pinterest (yes he ABSOLUTELY has pinterest. you can not convince me otherwise.) he will definitely want to try it on you as long as you're comfortable
he's also pretty good at it so you mostly let him practice on your hair + you get free hair styling
if he's going away on a game you definitely exchange perfumes to miss each other less, he loves spraying some of your perfume on before a game for good luck
when he comes home after a long&tiring day, the first thing he does is hug you from behind, put his head on your shoulder and his nose in your hair to breathe in your scent, #1 way to calm down in his opinion!
he loves loves loves taking warm baths with you, it's so calming and soothing
i just love him sm this is all i have for now thanks for reading! any feedback is appreciated<33
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fluffyf0x · 1 year
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model!sakusa x photographer!reader imagine!
Sakusa was absolutely enamored by you the moment he saw that you were the photographer assigned to take the pictures for this photoshoot. Like- it should be you who's modelling what?
Sakusa couldn't think of a good pose during the first few shoots and outfits. Completely distracted about the fact he subconsciously wanted to look the best he could for these shoots. As you were the one who was going to take them. It didn't help that you were trying to instruct him here and there on a good pose. As you knew best as to what the company wanted to show for this magazine. He reviewed what the vibe and style the company needed but he seriously blanked out the moment he saw you.
Sakusa would probably refuse to believe that you have completely taken his heart. He denies all of it. He wouldn't meet you again after all. It was just a simple photoshoot. He has better things to handle like his career. So he tried to put you out of his life.
Keyword, tried.
He ended up thinking about you at night and at day. After a few months of torture, you two met again. Sakusa gathered all his courage to simply ask you out for a simple coffee date. You laugh as he found excuses to all of your playful flirts. Teasing him about the fact he asked you out.
"my, my, how lucky am I for the one and only Sakusa Kyoomi to ask me out for a simple coffee date"
"you're just an amazing photographer that's all, I hoped to work with you again"
"You sure you just didn't miss me?"
"shut up" Sakusa snapped at you. You chuckled.
He liked you.
AAHHHH Sorta late happy birthday for Sakusa lol. I initially wrote this for the small friendship I developed with @kysoomi !! But it took a while and I was able to post it for Sakusa's birthday as well.
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romiyaro · 2 years
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ᴘʀᴀɴᴋ - #2 - "ʜɪᴄᴋᴇʏ ᴘʀᴀɴᴋ!!"
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✧ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗺𝘂, 𝗼𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮, 𝗸𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘆𝗮𝗺𝗮, 𝘀𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘀𝗮 𝘅 𝗴𝗻!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
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✧ 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗮-𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗲𝘀 @yofumi 𝗮𝗻𝗱 @suyacho 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘂 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀<𝟯
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ꕤ ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ – ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢɢʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍʙᴏ
“Oh, I think I bit ya too hard last time. The hickey’s still visible.” He chuckles. But the chuckle fades out and a frown takes its place as he notices that the hickey is located at the column of your throat instead of the base of your neck where he loves to mark you. 
“Babe?” He calls out quietly. You hum, busy fake-reading the book and biting hard at your lips to keep them from bursting out laughing at the look on Atsumu’s face. 
Frowning harder, he grabs you from the couch, ignoring your yelp as he sets you on his lap, face closing in as he studies the hickey-like marking closely. You try pushing him away, but he simply manhandles your hands behind your back and holds them there singlehandedly. With the thumb of his other hand he rubs vigorously at the hickey, successfully smudging the makeup. 
His frown turns into a full-blown grin as he observes the red smudge on his thumb, half angry half smug face looking up at you. “Ya really thought ya fooled me, huh?” 
You scowl at him, “You weren’t supposed to find out so soon.” You pout, trying to wiggle out of his lap. Atsumu lets out a throaty laugh, his arms coming around you, wrapping you up in a tight embrace, “Where d’ya think ya going, hmm? We still gotta decide on a punishment for ya.” You were bold to assume he would let you off scot-free after that stunt.
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ꕤ ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ – ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ
You were stupid to assume he wouldn’t know of such a commonplace prank. Oikawa is a very popular person. 
And that reflects on his social media life too. He knows of all the pranks in existence. 
So when he sees you walking around the house flaunting a hickey that he has no idea when he gave you, he freezes for a second before he bursts out laughing. Not expecting that you stop mid-action. You look at h im confused, “What’s wrong?” His laughter only turns harder at your question. You pout, annoyed. Did he not notice the hickey you worked so hard to perfect? 
“It’s-” he starts, only to break down into fervent giggles, “It’s nothing, bunny. You are just so cute!” He exclaims, wheezing. You scowl at him. “What’s so funny?” Oikawa looks up at  you from the couch, “You really wanna know?” 
“Hit me with it.” You jut your chin out stubbornly, putting the hickey on show. Oikawa looks at it for a second and starts laughing again, even harder. He grabs his stomach, “Owh babe, please. I- I can’t- Gosh!” 
Grabbing his phone he clicks a quick picture of you standing there. Calming his breathing he types something out on his phone. And as he places it back down, your phone dings. It’s an Instagram notification and when you click it you are directed to Oikawa’s post tagging you, captioned– “Look at them trying to prank me with that barely passable hickey!” What’s even more hilarious is that the photo taken from that angle indeed looks very funny. Your face heats up.
Feeling embarrassed at being found out so quick, you throw your phone onto the couch. “TOOORRUUUUUUU!!!” you yell as you jump at him, ready for a battle. The little playfighting does not go on for long as he has you pinned to the couch in a matter of seconds. “Try something new next time, baby.” He winks at you, swooping down to capture your lips in a hot kiss.
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ꕤ ᴋᴀɢᴇʏᴀᴍᴀ – ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜꜱᴘɪᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴏɢᴀᴛᴏʀ
His eyes widen like saucers when he first caught sight of the hickey mark on your neck, and you do your best to hold the laughter in at his comical look. He didn’t say anything though, opting to observe you from afar. Then a bit close. Then very close. You were flipping the pancake as you hummed a random song. Kageyama leans at the counter beside you, casually asking you, “Where were you today?” You smile at him, “I met some friends today!” He tilts his head, giving you long sideglances and hoping he’s being subtle, “Oh? Who are these friends?” You giggle, “My high school friends, idiot! Didn’t I tell you about them?” “Oooh… Those…” he trails off, trying to remember all the names you had said would be there. There’s nobody suspicious that would leave a mark on you like that. “Anyone else joined your meetup?” You gleam, excitedly telling him, “Oooh, yes! There was this hot guy who came up to us and hung out with us! He was cool. Ro took him home.” You play it cool, knowing Kageyama hates it when you call other men adjectives like cool and hot infront of him. 
“Nothing else happened?” his eyes narrow. You turn to look a him. Kageyama snaps his head, quickly looking away. You act dumb, “What do you mean?” Kageyama gulps, “You didn’t–” He starts, “You didn’t cheat on me, did you?” Fake-surprised, you gasp, “What? No! Why would you say that?” 
He points to your throat, eyes already misty, “There’s- there’s a little something on your neck.” He looks away, trying to hide the moisture slowly collecting on his eyes. Kageyama is a silent lover, and watching him in pain pained you too. Switching off the gas, you cup his face, making him look at you. “Tobio. Tobio, hey!” You say softly, making him focus on you. “I’m sorry. It was just a prank.” 
He grimaces, closing his eyes and letting the tears drop on either cheek, “I hate you for this.” He whispers, arms pulling you to his chest. You can feel the rumbling in his chest as he shudders at the possibility of you cheating on him. It makes you sad and guilty, “I’m sorry, Tobio. Promise I won’t do that ever again.” You rub at his back comfortingly. He pulls back, “Promise?” he demands. “Promise.” You nod at him as he pulls you in for a kiss.
ꕤ ꜱᴀᴋᴜꜱᴀ ᴋɪʏᴏᴏᴍɪ – ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʙʟɪᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴏɴᴇ
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You close the door gently behind you, not wanting to disturb your boyfriend if he was asleep. As you remove your shoes, Sakusa’s head pops from the bedroom. “You are late.” You chuckle, “No shit, Sherlock. I had to work overtime.” 
He hums, looking at the clock that’s striking half past ten. “Did you have dinner?” You shake your head. And as if on cue, your stomach grumbles and he grins at the embarrassed expression on your face. “Come on, I’ll heat up the leftovers for you.” Nodding your head you move to the dining table, cracking your neck strategically as you walk past him, offering him a clear glance at the hickey-like mark decorating your neck. 
Sitting at  the dining table, you look at the brooding boyfriend. “What’s up?” You ask, knowing well that he saw the faux-hickey. Sakusa’s brows furrow and he shakes his head, “Wait a minute, I’ll be right back.” he says before striding over to the bedroom. You look at the bedroom confused until he returns. And when you see what he brought with him your eyes widen. 
Jumping up from your seat you rush to quickly put the dining table between you ans Sakusa. “Come here, y/n.” Sakusa says menacingly, his choice of weapon - a spraybottle filled with liquid hand sanitizer in his hand. “Why the hand sanitizer?” You question. “You need to be cleaned up a bit.” 
“No, I don’t?” 
“Stop fussing, baby. I’ll clean you up real quick.” You squeal as Sakusa suddenly jumps over the table. You dash away from the table, rushing into the living room with Sakusa hot on your heels. “Stop! Stop chasing me!” You holler as you both circle the sofa, giggling at the same time. 
“Can’t, love. I must clean you up this instant.” He somberly states before leaping over the sofa. This time luck is against you as his long arm wraps around your waist, yanking you to his lap as he sits on the sofa. Pinning your hands above your head, he sprays the liquid hand sanitizer on your neck. 
You squeal at the unpleasantly wet and cold sensation on your neck. Sakusa grabs a handkerchief from his pajama pocket and rubs vigorously at your neck, easily removing the stain. And he only leaves you once he ensures that your neck is spotless.
”All good.” He smiles looking down at you. “Did you know that was supposed to be a hickey?” Sakusa’s eyes widen momentarily, but then he looks at the color stain on his handkerchief and looks back at you questioningly. You sigh, sitting up in his lap and explaining what a hickey prank is. “But if you wanted a hickey, I could just give you one?” He questions, looking at you judgingly.
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emmyrosee · 6 months
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“I didn’t know you had moles down your back.”
Kiyoomi pauses briefly to look at you over his shoulder, post shower body care being interrupted with your statement.
“We’ve been together for how long and you never knew that I had more moles on my body?” He asks, going back to applying his moisturizer. “Do you even look at my body?”
“Only the important parts,” you say, shrugging as you let your eyes wander slightly. There are more than a few freckles and moles on the broad space of his back, tracing like a constellation against the paleness of his skin. They lean along the right side of him, a few scattering on the left for an intricate design-
“Holy shit, stop staring at me,” he snickers, his eyes looking at you in the mirror. “I have moles. You kiss the ones on my forehead every morning. Chill.”
You get up and stalk over to him, arms wrapping lowly around his waist and face nuzzling into the dip of his back, “gonna have to kiss these ones too; they’ve been neglected too long.” You plant a few pecks to the bigger ones along his shoulder, and you smirk at the goosebumps that raise from your affection. “Ticklish?”
“I’ll knock you out with this lotion bottle,” he snarls, continuing his routine with you merely an add on to his body.
“Whatever.” You let your nails rake up the dip of his hips, only letting him go when he hisses and bumps his back against you to get you off. You kiss his warm skin one last time before making your way back to the perch on your shared bed, watching as his muscles and moles contort with every shift of his broad body as he applies his deodorant.
“What else are you hiding from me?”
“I’m having an affair,” he says simply.
“With who? Meian?”
“Yes.”
“You could never score Meian.”
“You’re just mad because Meian saw and admired my moles before you.”
You let out a few snorty laughters while he smirks to himself in the mirror, the night settling down into nothing uncommon or surprising, but perfect all the same.
God, you adore him.
“You’re ugly.”
“I love you too.”
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shoulmate · 2 years
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Kiyoomi's 'happy place' is the volleyball court. It used to be the only happy place he had.
Now, he has you.
He still loves the court--and always will--but there's a serenity in being with you that rivals the thrill of playing volleyball. It comes from the ways you've helped him calm down; slow his pace. All the little things in life that you love, that he never noticed...he sees them now.
So on days like today when he has to be away you're right there with him.
The sound of rain, the smell of fresh brewed coffee, the crispness of a fresh pair of socks.
That last one he's appreciated his whole life but it wasn't until you that he took an extra moment to pause and stretch his toes; really savor it.
You've given him so much, shifted his world in incremental ways that he sees everything in a new light
And he never wants to go back.
He calls you late at night in his hotel room, surprised when you answer. "My love, why are you still awake?"
You give a sleepy laugh. "I could ask you the same thing."
"I just wanted to hear your voice," he admits. "Your voicemail box introduction would have been good enough."
"Mmm, but I wanted to hear your voice, too, Kiyoomi..."
He can hear the sleepy smile in your voice and it makes him smile, too. "Go to sleep my love. I'll be home soon."
"Hey Kiyo...? Can you leave me on speaker while you get ready for bed?"
He makes a face even though you can't see. "Why?"
"Because I know your routine by heart...I can close my eyes, listening..."
He's about to protest at the sleepy drifting of your voice, to urge you to get proper rest until you add
"...And it'll be like you're here with me."
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nkogneatho · 2 years
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On my knees for literally anything with Kiyoomi, I’ve been thinking about your response to my ask for DAYS
Anything for you az babe.
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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐓.
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—cw: gn!reader, semi-public sex, soft dom Sakusa, slight exhibitionism.
This is so small bcoz I got insecure abt what I was writing. But I'll continue if this gets good feedback
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Kiyoomi is an observant person. There's a reason he was in the Top 5 aces in Japan. So when he saw you rubbing your thighs together, he knew something was up.
"Is something wrong, baby?" He questioned, reaching out for your hand. You both were sitting in his car, waiting for Atsumu to be back with the bagels he wanted so much. He was willing to stand in this ridiculous big line for it.
"Uh—no. Everything's fine." You hesitated but he saw right through you.
"You know you can tell me, right?" He brushed his fingers against your knuckles.
"Uhm...it's just— I think I have a problem." You spread your legs and there it was. Kiyoomi's eyes widened to see a wet spot on the fabric of your bottoms. That's how it led to you getting fucked in his car in the parking lot.
You were bouncing up and down on his cock, feeling the bliss. He reached out between your legs and started stroking it. Your moans were muffled on his shoulders when Kiyoomi pulled you in a hug. Teeth sinking in his skin as he sank his long dick in you again and again, fucking you fast yet nice.
"You can tell me anytime if you have a problem, okay? I'm always here to help you, sweetheart" he said, brushing his knuckles against your sweaty forehead and cheeks. He pulled you in for a hard kiss, both getting closer to your orgasms. You had to be fast before someone saw you. Oh but someone did see you already.
Atsumu clenched the brown paper bag in his hands, his breath heavy watching you two have steamy sex in the car. His cock twitched at the way Kiyoomi guided your hips up and down on his cock. Shit. He had a boner in public. He wished to turn around and disappear for a while. That, until you both locked eyes with him, muttering something to each other that he couldn't comprehend because he was too busy thinking about something nasty.
I should write a part 2 ig. What do you think?😭
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folklorebae · 1 year
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𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
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meet me at midnight m.list
cast(s)/genre: gn!reader & sakusa kiyoomi/angst to fluff
wc: 0.5k
warning: swearing
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You remember when your friends warned you about this arranged marriage—it’s not going to be about laughs, intimacy, or fun dates. They’re not wrong, but you like your husband, despite his initially aloof demeanor, he is a good person.
However, why have the two of you not talked for three days and slept on different beds? For some reason, there’s a part of you that knows he still cares about you, since he always makes you breakfast every morning before he leaves for work. So, the problem you two are facing isn't too serious, right?
Tearing your gaze away from the ceiling, you look at the digital clock on your nightstand. 12.02 am. “Fuck, I can’t sleep.”
You wake up from your supposed shared bed, lazily walking towards the kitchen. You’re about to look for something to eat or drink, but the second your fingers touch the fridge handle, you hear a familiar voice calling your name.
Taking a deep breath, you turn your body to face him. “Kiyoomi...”
“What are you doing?” He asks, standing a few feet away from you.
You shake your head. “I can’t sleep. What–”
“I’m sorry.” He cuts you off before walking up to you and taking your hands in his, softly rubbing the silver band on your ring finger.
You look at his face, the most beautiful face you’ve ever seen looks empty. A single tear shamelessly falls from his eye, his eyebags almost matching yours. It’s crystal clear he doesn't get enough sleep he deserves, and little do you know, he has trouble falling asleep on his own when you aren't right  next to him. It’s crazy to think how things can change in less than five months.
The corner of your lips curl downward, heart shattering inside like broken glass. The idea of you hurting your own husband makes tears stream down your face, and the next thing you know, you're hanging by your feet, pinned to his chest with your arms at your sides. He hugs you so tight that you wonder if you can breathe, but suddenly you are released.
“I’m sorry too.” You sob as you wipe your tears away. “Please, don’t let us go.”
Sakusa looks at you in shock, he quickly shakes his head. “Of course I won’t! Are you crazy?”
You rest your head on his chest and slowly close your eyes, relishing the sound of his heartbeat. Automatically, Sakusa places his hand on your back. “I don’t want us to argue anymore. I’d do anything for this marriage.”
“Me too.” You smile, wrapping your arms around his waist. The comfortable silence suddenly comes in between the two of you, and somehow you find yourself starting to move your feet, slowly dancing, which Sakusa quickly follows.
He lets out a single breathless chuckle. “Why are we dancing?”
You pop your head up, looking at him straight in the eyes. A bashful smile surfaces on your pretty face. “I don’t know, do you wanna stop?”
“One more minute and we go to sleep.”
“On the same bed?” You joke, but he quickly removes himself from you and turns around, walking towards your shared bedroom.
“Kiyoomi!” You exclaim before laughing to yourself.
“It’s Sakusa to you!”
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savoryscribbles · 1 year
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**✿❀ handwriting headcanons w/ my favs ❀✿**
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pairings:bokuto, suna, sakusa(seperatly) x gn!reader
tags: fluff, ranting, not super x reader but you're their partner.
warnings: they/them pronouns, probably a few curse words, lemme know if i should add anything!
word count: 396
a/n: a/n: pt 2 of my 300 follower series :d. i'll add the link when i'm finished with it! (i'm like half way to 500 rn but this is old! pls forgive me!). also these are short and sweet! kinda just wanted to post something!
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bokuto:
messy.
it's practically illegible, but somehow he can always read it perfectly, even if he wrote it a year ago.
it's tilted, but not in one direction. for the love of god don't give this man plan copy paper to write on. one line will be tilted to the write and 5x smaller than the next line which is now tilted to the left.
ambidextrous, he didn't train himself or anything. in fact people consider him ambidextrous simply because his handwriting doesn't get any worse with whatever hand he writes with.
surprisingly decent at cursive, probably because there's a lot of extra loops in his regular handwriting anyways.
suna:
so messy omfg
you can't read it, he can't read it, no one can
don't ever let him write things down for you, it never works. you'll be like "what does this say?" and he just shrugs.
his signature is so sloppy too, lucky for him it doesn't have to be legible
sometimes he'll be cute and try and hand write text messages, particularly if he has an away game and can't call. he actually tries really hard to write neatly, but mans can write nice with a pen, how the hell does he expect himself to write with his finger? his teammates are like "suna you've spent 18 of our 20 minute break rewriting that damn message, hurry up!"
if atsumu is there, he will definitely record suna just rewriting it over and over again. sends it to you, but expects you to make fun of suna, but you find it endearing.
but you do still tease him about it, he gets all pouty though
sakusa
the only one that writes neatly out of the three
he writes in neat cursive, because i hc he comes from like a rich/well off family so they put him in english+cursive lessons
even if his handwriting is neat people still complain because its like cursive so its harder to read
he lowkey gets kinda insecure about it.
like atsumu told him about suna sending his s/o a handwritten message, and now he wants too, but hes worried you wont like it, or say something about his cursive D:
bokuto ends up being his hype man, and sending the message for him, because he's to scared to send it himself
he's very relived when you absolutly adore it :D
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