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LIMERENCE an atsumu miya x fem!reader fic 001. wrapped around your finger

synopsis ;

after a nasty breakup, an old friend helps you get your revenge. or alternatively, he finally gets a chance of calling you his, even if it’s just pretend.

content warnings swearing, ooc characters word count 1.6k

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MOVING WASN’T AN ENTIRELY NEW CONCEPT TO Y/N. She remembers packing up her life at the age of 12 and moving from the buzzing city life of Shinjuku to the quiet suburbs of Miyagi. Moving nearly 5 hours away by train from the only home she’s known since birth was something completely unknown to her. It was like being tossed into the deep end of a pool without really knowing how to swim. 

She remembered very little about the actual divorce, all she remembered was being told to pack her things, say goodbye to her friends, and that she and her mom would go live with obaasan for a while. 

Miyagi wasn’t an all too foreign place, she remembers spending summers at her grandmother’s house, picking fights with the boy next door, and crying any time he was mean. But going back after her parents divorce showed a new side of the people she thought she knew well. The people of Miyagi spoke differently, too. Even at age 12, she could catch the pitiful tones behind their words. The whispers between her obaasan and her friends‘.

“Poor girl, her mother ruined a perfectly fine marriage. She must be so broken.” They’d say. Truth be told, some of it was true. She didn’t feel particularly good about their separation, after all, who would?

But it was shades better than hearing the screaming matches that lasted well into the late hours of the night. It was definitely better than watching when one parent would stumble home completely wasted, appointing her as their makeshift therapist while the lingering smell of alcohol made her eyes water.

Even back then, when she was just a naïve kid who knew nothing about the world, she knew one thing for certain: her parents were not meant to be. She watched as the other girls her age clung to fantasies of love, exclaiming that their first love would their one and only. Talks of a true love made her head spin, hearing of someone that would never break their hearts made her nauseous. Even at that age, she knew that love like that only existed in fairytales—shiny and unattainable.

Maybe that’s why she wasn’t so disappointed when her 5th call went straight to voicemail.  

She had made sure to plan to move the one weekend he’d be free—the one weekend before volleyball consumed his every waking hour. Her chest tightened, nose burning as tears began to form at the corners of her eyes. She blinked them away, boxing away her feelings like the rest of her things.

A sudden knock at the door startled her, pulling her out of her thoughts and away from the task at hand. Her heart lept out of her chest, hope blooming in its place. Maybe, just maybe, he didn’t forget.

She shot up, brushing the imaginary dust off her pants and fixing the stray pieces of damp hair that stuck to her skin. Her hands hesitated for a moment, smoothing over her clothes as if that would mask the nervous thrum in her chest.. Her shirt clung uncomfortably to her back from the effort of packing and the sweltering late-June heat, her arms ached from carrying boxes from room to room. But none of that matter now as beelined for the door, nearly tripping over a half-filled box of books.

“Shit.” She muttered, ignoring the mess she had made, opting to focus on getting the door instead. Her pulse quickened as she threw the door open, a hopeful smile gracing her face—only for it to vanish quickly. 

Disappointment.

She felt so stupid, of course he wouldn’t be here. It was rare for him to try and ever surprise her. She had gotten her hopes up for nothing.

Kenma and Yachi stood on her doorstep, staring back at her. Their expressions  similar to those of her obaasan’s friends. It would’ve been much less noticeable if they had tattooed ‘poor girl’ on their foreheads. 

The disappointment hit her harder than expected, maybe it was the knowing look in Yachi’s eyes that pushed her over the edge but she could feel new tears spring at the edge of her eyes. Before her eyes had a chance of betraying her, she reached out and pulled them both into a tight hug.

“Thank you for coming.” She muttered into Yachi’s soft,  blonde hair. She smelled sweet, like a warm vanilla latte. Y/n’s voice wavered, but she held on, letting Kenma pat her on the back a few times before weaseling out of the hug, allowing Yachi to hug her tightly.

“It really means a lot.”

Even though moving was an old friend at this point, she couldn’t help but feel like her heart was being ripped out. It had it’s consequences, it felt like a pattern. Call it premonition or a self-fulfilled prophecy but every time she’d move, every time she left a place behind, something else broke apart, too. Her parents marriage when she moved to Miyagi, the way she lost contact with some friends after coming to university, and her sense of belonging and the first break in her long-term relationship when she spent the semester abroad in California. And now, standing in her half-empty apartment—wishing he would just show up and not leave behind any more broken, empty promises.

Her door was still ajar by the time Hajime’s voice filled the apartment. 

“Didja little shits time me?” 

She turned to see him standing in the doorway, slightly out of breath but clearly indignant. She glanced at the item all three of them hunched over. Kenma’s phone screen displayed a stopwatch reading 7:49, seven minutes and forty-nine seconds. The three couldn’t help but burst out into giggles.

“Five minutes away my ass.” Kenma muttered, stopping the clock and taking back his phone. 

Despite herself, she chuckled, the sound soft but genuine. The warmth in her chest lingered even as the moments passed, a quiet reprieve from the chaos.

They all got to work, helping her pack up the last of her things, stripping her walls bare of everything but the hideous yellowing wallpaper she had come to love. Yachi and Iwaizumi helped her take the mattress and couch down to the van as Kenma finished packing the last of her books and research papers.

After a while of laboring around, she made her way to the kitchen, pouring everyone water into the stack of disposable cups she had bought the day before. All of her silver and glassware were already packed and hidden away in some brown cardboard box.

“How do you feel?” Yachi whispered, moving closer to her as the boys continued packing.

“About what?” 

“Moving to Osaka, of course.”

She glanced down at her hands, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “Ah, well, I’m kinda excited? But at the same time I'm sad that I’m leaving Bunkyō.”

“Whatcha excited for?” She could tell this was Yachi’s way of making sure she didn’t mull over any negative feelings that may start to brew.

“The research I’m gonna do.” She answered truthfully, “gonna be studying bilaterian sea creatures, they’re pretty cool. The research the professor does there’s pretty cool, she studies echinoderms.” 

“Echinoderms?”

“Oh you know, starfish, sea stars, sea urchins, the whole shebang. I’ve been fascinated by her work since I started looking at research opportunities, y’know.” She moved her hands as she spoke, was vaguely aware that Yachi’s plan had indeed worked, but she couldn’t care less. She was just excited to talk about the work she’d do in Osaka.

“That’s so cool! You’re gonna be amazing, I swear I’ll read all your research papers.”

Yachi’s excitement made her chuckle. Her encouragement made her heart feel lighter, even as she glanced around the room that was slowly emptying of its contents. The boys were almost done packing, their laughter and banter echoing around the almost-vacant room.

But as the final few items were tucked away and everyone began to pack their things, reality quickly began to settle back in.

The afternoon faded into a pink sky-ed evening, the night beginning to settle in, causing her worries to invade her mind. By the time the clock reached 9pm, everyone had already left, offering their goodbyes and reminding her to call them on her drive down to Osaka. All that remained for her in the morning was packing up the van and leaving.

She checked her phone for the umpteenth time, hoping–praying–for a message from her boyfriend, Tobio Kageyama. As expected, there was nothing but radio silence, the last text he sent at 6:32am. She tried to rationalize it, making up excuses for his behavior and what may have kept him. Surely he had a good excuse. Maybe he decided to practice–he always did get tunnel vision when it came to volleyball. 

For most of their relationship, she was able to brush it off. It wasn’t a big deal, she’d remind herself. He was a rising star, a bigshot, and she appreciated his dedication. It was the biggest thing that drew her to him, she had never seen someone so driven.

With a heavy sigh, she lowered herself onto the mat on the floor, her makeshift bed for the night. Iwa and Yachi had already helped her pack the mattress and other heavy items into the van, leaving the apartment nearly bare. Resting her head in her hands, she couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. The emotions she tried so hard to push down came back like a thundering storm. Broken sobs wracked her body, cutting through the thick, humid air of the quiet apartment.

Outside, the bustling city droned on like white noise, a backdrop to her attempt at calming herself down. She tried to reason with her heart, it wasn’t like he could spend every waking moment with her.

But still, was it too much to ask for a sliver of his time?

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ do it softly now, baby !!

ᝰ.ᐟ if there's one thing every celebrity needs to master, it's the art of the soft launch. building up the anticipation by teasing your fans, leaving little easter eggs that only the two of you could possibly pick up on, playing coy whenever questioned about your relationship status... looks like you and him could write the how-to guide on this art form. alternatively: a headcanon post on how the two of you soft launch your relationship. ( sfw + fem!reader )

featuring sae itoshi, shuto sendou, shouei barou, rensuke kunigami, yoichi isagi author's notes haikyuu version here!

౨ৎ SAE ITOSHI. you are: a 2x gold medalist for olympic figure skating. just like how sae is the jewel of japanese soccer, you're the star of japanese figure skating. no one quite understands the pressure of having to carry an entire sport, to represent an entire country, on your back — except for sae. you're known to be a very serious athlete; you rarely cheat on your diet, you keep up with a strict training regimen even during the off-season, and you've never been in a relationship ever. you're stunning, but a little bit scary. something about you just feels so out of reach — like, no normal human being could ever match your caliber. you posted: a mirror selfie. for once in your life, you actually look fairly casual; no elaborate skating costume or athleisure in sight. instead, you're sporting a re al jersey. normally, this wouldn't be enough to spark too much speculation. the team's world famous, after all. what really gets people talking is the fact that sae itoshi, who infamously doesn't run his own social media, can be seen liking all your instagram posts. (little do your followers know [but the extra nosy ones will be able to find out], he's the one behind the camera for some of your posts 🤭)

you can't hold back your laugh as you stare at the notification that just popped up on your screen. itoshisae just reacted 😍 to your story! itoshisae: Nice jersey you: thanks, my boyfriend got it for me xx itoshisae: Do your little fans know that? you: they will soon 🤭 "what's got you smiling so hard, love?" your hairstylist is respectful enough to not look over your shoulder to take a peek at your screen, but you still hold your phone close to your chest, catching the dopey grin on your face reflected on the vanity mirror. "something silly." you tell her, feeling the gentle vibration of your phone signaling that you've got another notification. out of curiosity, you look down, and your smile only grows wider. namesofficialfanpage just tagged you in a post! namesofficialfanpage [name] just posted this on her story!! do we know anyone on re al who isn't in a confirmed relationship yet?

౨ৎ SHUTO SENDOU. you are: japan's favorite actress, even though you've quickly moved on from starring in j-dramas to gracing the big screen in america. you're hollywood's current favorite leading lady, and you're known for being the romcom starlet. when interviewed on why you haven't been in any public relationships yet, you've stated, "i guess i'm so used to all these perfectly written male leads that real life romance is harder to enjoy. when i meet a man who sweeps me off my feet, i promise, you will all know about it." you posted: a photo dump from your trip back home to japan; the pictures start off fairly innocuous. there's you posing with petals from cherry blossom trees flowing by you, you wearing a traditional dress and visiting a shrine, scenic photos... but the last photo is you being carried bridal style by a mysterious pink-haired man. your head is thrown back in laughter, and he's looking down, strands of his hair falling in his face so your followers can't clearly see him. your caption is telling — he sweeps me off my feet 🤍

"shuto!" your laughter is uncontrollable, and you squeal as he picks you up, sneakily giving the thumbs up for the old grandmother you two ran into to take the photo. "put me down!" "no way. i'm never letting you go." he's staring down at you, his smile infectious, and you can't help but think you are in so much trouble. somehow, shuto sendou has given you a romance that's even better than the movies.

౨ৎ SHOUEI BAROU. you are: barou's sisters' babysitter. you're literally the girl next door, and growing up, barou actually walked you to and from school. from the minute he joined blue lock, you've always been cheering for him wholeheartedly. watching him perform at the u-20 game was a bit of a reality check for you; barou is going outgrow you and this whole neighborhood. you never realized your crush on him was returned until he comes back from that game, cheeks flushed, forcing himself to "man up" and look you in the eyes as he tells you he'd like to see you again, once he's allowed a free day from the blue lock facility. ever since his confession, you two have been together ever since, even during his pro days. he posted: a picture of when he returned home during the off-season of the pro league. barou's not known to be a cute and cuddly type of person, either on or off the field. this post humanizes him greatly in the eyes of everyone. it's a picture of his sisters playing with your hair and makeup. your eyes are shut so his youngest sister can messily apply eyeshadow to your eyelids, and she's blocking more than half your face from the frame. his caption has everyone wondering who you are, though. My favorite girls. — that's what he said.

"how do i look?" you bat your eyelashes (which are coated with nearly three thick, messily applied layers of clumpy mascara, applied by his youngest sister). your hair looks a mess, courtesy of his other sister. the tennis bracelet he got you for your anniversary stands out against the beaded friendship bracelets you've made with his sisters. even with unblended foundation and lipgloss from a children's toy set, barou still thinks he's the luckiest man alive right now. "beautiful." he leans down to plant a kiss on your lips, effectively coating his own lips in the tacky, glittery gloss. his sisters shriek when they see the display of affection, but they're giggling, too. they love you just as much as he loves you. "you're always beautiful."

౨ৎ RENSUKE KUNIGAMI. you are: a lifestyle influencer. everybody loves your attitude, they're obsessed with your routine, and they want to live your life. you're recognizable by your signature stack of bracelets that you rarely take off, probably because the stack roughly costs about the same as a nice house. who said those tiktok grwm's wouldn't pay off? he posted: a gym challenge video. kunigami's not too active on social media, but his management team wants him to start posting the occasional tiktok in order to generate more hype and interest in him. this challenge is him curling dumbbells, but he starts at the weight where you stopped. as hot as it is to watch a shirtless kunigami curl 110lbs per arm, the girlies online can't help but recognize that bracelet stack on the wrist of the faceless "gym buddy" kunigami is featuring in his video.

"c'mon, baby, i know you can do more than that." kunigami's massive arms are crossed against his chest, and that damn smirk of his would make you shoot a glare his way; if only every muscle in your body wasn't already preoccupied with not collapsing. your arms are shaking, and you shake your head, letting the dumbbells clang to the gym floor. "this is torture. you do this for fun?" you point to the rack of dumbbells. "gotta keep up with the strength training, baby. and after i'm done with this, we can do some cardio together." the look he sends your way lets you know that the cardio he has in mind is one that you won't want to quit.

౨ৎ YOICHI ISAGI. you are: a popular idol, but in this country and this day and age, it's hard for some hardcore fans to understand that you would want your own life. frightened of how your fanbase will react, you beg isagi to let you keep your relationship a secret, at least until you're able to mentally prepare for the backlash. you've seen other girls in your group get ripped to shreds over dating rumors, and the last thing you want is to have your relationship with isagi being scrutinized by people who want to see you two break up. his friend accidentally posted: a video of you two. bachira genuinely means no harm! the video is quick, and you and isagi cuddled up together on the couch is barely seen for a millisecond until bachira flips the camera to his own face, with the caption "Thirdwheeling again 😔" your insane fans are quick to screenshot the one, singular frame you're barely visible in, but surprisingly enough, a majority of them are supportive of you being in a relationship.

"bachira, are you sure you're okay with me joining boys' night?" you're tucking your cold feet underneath isagi's body, and he's a good sport about it, so he doesn't complain. he actually pulls you closer to him, wanting no space to be between you two. he does correct you, though. "this was not a boys' night. bachira is lying. he invited himself over." bachira sticks his tongue out. "i can't hang out with my favorite people?" "you can hang out with us any time." you tell him, pleased that your boyfriend's friend actually likes you. no, he genuinely does like you. he's been streaming your latest single on repeat for the past two weeks since it released, to the point where his teammates are complaining about having to listen to it on the pregame playlist.

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EPHEMERAL a hajime iwaizumi x fem!reader fic

ephemeral • /əˈfem(ə)rəl/ something that is short-lived or fleeting

synopsis

a reserved bartender catches the attention of a rather hotheaded, blunt, and passionate bassist. as their lives intertwine over late-night conversations, they discover that music and mixology aren't the only things worth savoring

tropes and tags strangers to lovers, band!au, bartender!reader, university!au, mostly written + smau, mutual pining, miscommunication this fic is in collaboration with @evangeleilee's sour note, hajime iwaizumi in this fic is the same hajime iwaizumi in her fic

content warning swearing, ooc characters, emotionally constipated!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, alcohol use, usage of y/n, usage of petnames, kms/kys/die jokes, discusses mental health + more serious topics content warnings will be included in every chapter

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bonus ephemeral

ELYSIUM

welcome to elysium, try some of our signature creations

no. 1 — lure

no. 2 — the cure

no . 3 — joy division

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LIMERENCE an atsumu miya x fem!reader fic introducing: misc.

synopsis ;

after a nasty breakup, an old friend helps you get your revenge. or alternatively, he finally gets a chance of calling you his, even if it’s just pretend.

content warnings none taglist is open, please fill out this form to be added/removed

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tobio kageyama

21. he’s currently a setter for the v.league division 1 team schweiden adlers. he’s a karasuno grad and met y/n during their second year, they started dating at the end of their third year. after graduation, he immediately sought to go pro and has been playing pro for the past couple of years now.

think suburban evenings, silence, hum of the radiator in the dead of winter, wool scarves, the sky after a sunset, twilight, freshly mowed grass, pine trees, wisteria, ravens, dark blue, half smiles, soft touches that last a fraction of a second, drinking straight from the carton of milk, strawberries, kettle boiling on a stove, fresh rain, eucalyptus and warm vanilla, black saffron — byredo, pork curry

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STRANGER a multi x fem! reader fic

synopsis

he reminisces of what once was

content warning death, angst, hurt no comfort, suggestive (making out) word count 909

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HE FLIPPED THROUGH PAGES AND PAGES of old journal entries from his late teens to early 20’s, the pages yellowed by time, spine cracking at parts. Reliving his golden years by reading his past self’s writing felt bittersweet, nostalgia filled his heart. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could recall exactly when he wrote everything down: the place, the time, the exact brand of pen he used, and most of all, the lingering smell of her sweet perfume that would cling to his clothes.

Something slipped from in between two pages, pressed and long forgotten by time. A photograph, in mint condition, from the day he turned nineteen. He bent down to pick it up, freezing as he saw the contents. To most, it wouldn’t seem like much–just a photo of an ordinary kid at a concert for some obscure band they were obsessed with. But to him, it was everything. He knew more to the story that met the eye, he could see the girl in the corner, how she looked down at him with nothing but pure adoration in her eyes. A look that could practically scream “I love you”, a look that he once believed only existed in movies.

He remembered that day like the back of his hand, perfectly etched into his mind. He remembers her, everything about her. From the way she dressed, to the way she talked, the way the corners around her eyes would crinkle any time she smiled, the way she’d throw her head back when laughing, and how she’d eat hot food without a second thought, always burning her tongue. 

He chuckled to himself. She would always complain about how much her tongue hurt afterwards, sticking out her tongue for him to see.

He remembers the soft pink of her tongue, sticking out between her lips as she pouted, waiting for him to play along and offer some kind of remedy, even though they both knew there wasn’t much he could do. Yet, he always did humor her, shaking his head and telling her “one day, you’re gonna learn to be patient.”

She never did though. And truthfully, he never did want her to. That stubborn streak of hers was what made her her. 

He remembers the late nights they’d share, not going to sleep until the late hours of the night. She’d point out all the constellations on clear nights, the ones spent away from the light polluted city. Oftentimes though, they’d just stay up to see the sunrise, leaning into each other as the bright red-orange streaks of light touched their skin.

He remembers how her lips felt against his. The way she’d always taste like honey and spearmint gum against his mouth. The way she’d bite and nip at his lower lip during makeout sessions, something that would always take him by surprise. He remembered the swollen lips they’d share and her flushed cheeks, most likely mirroring his own. The way her hand fit in his, almost as if they were meant to be—the only two puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly in the vast universe of misshapen objects and people. 

Looking at the photo now, he could almost hear her laughter, feel the warmth of her presence, see the wide grin she’d always have for him. It was strange how a single picture could bring with it a tidal wave of emotions—love, regret, and longing for what once was. 

Despite how vividly he remembered everything else about her, he couldn’t quite remember why they had parted ways.

It was a blur of events, he couldn’t even remember what caused the argument. All he could remember was her tear-soaked face, the pillow she threw at him, and the words she screamed at him and the words he had screamed back.

“I hope you’re happy! This isn’t going to just be FIXED, you’ve ruined it for good now! You’ve RUINED us.” 

He remembered how her words cut him like a knife, even now, nearly 10 years later, he could feel every emotion he felt back then at 21 years old.

“You made me miserable yet I still loved you! I loved you through everything. And this is how you repay me?” 

He still remembered the way she pinched the bridge of her nose, fighting back the tears that had already started pouring. He remembered the change in her demeanor, her tone. Her yelling had ceased to a stop after his 320th apology. She would just stare at him with blank eyes.

“I’m not coming home. don’t look for me.”

With that he saw her walk out of their shared apartment, and out of his life. 

He had only heard later, from her family of the accident. She swerved her car into a ditch, they said, dead on arrival.

He didn’t know when the tears had started to fall, but staring at the picture and reading the journal, his vision became blurry. He couldn’t help but blame himself, carrying that guilt for the past 10 years of his life. 

“BABE, C’MON, WE’RE GONNA BE LATE.” His wife’s voice pulled him out of his head, he stood up and sighed, brushing off any tears and placing the journal back with the others. The last box to be taped off and hidden in the farthest corner of the attic, never to be seen again.

Unlike her, she’d always find a way to crawl back into his mind—no matter what.

AKAASHI, suna, oikawa, KITA, terushima, kogane, hinata, TSUKISHIMA, iwa, mattsun, atsumu, sakusa, OSAMU, kuroo, asahi, daichi, UKAI, sugawara, yuuji, MEGUMI, geto, gojo, NANAMI, toji, choso, ino, YUUTA, inumaki + your faves

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LIMERENCE an atsumu miya x fem!reader fic

limerence • /‘limər(ə)ns/ a state of mind that can result from romantic feelings for another person. it can involve melancholic thoughts and a desire for reciprocation of one’s feelings. unlike love, it is based on the uncertainty that the person you desire also desires you.

synopsis ;

after a nasty breakup, an old friend helps you get your revenge. or alternatively, he finally gets a chance at calling you his, even if it’s just pretend.

tropes and tags ; mostly written fic with some smau, fake dating to real dating, one-sided pining, slow-ish burn, friends to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, opposites attract

content warning ; swearing, ooc characters, emotionally constipated reader, usage of y/n, usage of petnames, cheating, mentions of drug/alcohol use, kys/kms/etc. jokes, discusses mental health + more serious topics, tobio kageyama x reader but its a toxic relationship content warnings will be included in every chapter

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bonuses ; series | her | him keep in mind that these are all aesthetics, not meant to describe y/n or atsumu physically playlists ; series | her | him series playlist will be updated as the series progresses

nerds dot com | resident ballers + atsumu | misc.

001. wrapped around your finger

101. under summer skies

002. black and white reruns

202. picture book

003. all that deadwater

303. her heaven

more to come…

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INFO about sae

twenty-one. they/she. enfp. stem student. est. bilingual. south asian-american. ocean lover. atsumu’s biggest fan.

faves atsumu miya, shoyo hinata, hajime iwaizumi, keishin ukai, armin arlert, mikey sano, takemichi hanagaki, chifuyu matsuno, toge inumaki, maki zenin, edward elric, osamu dazai, izaya orihara

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✧˖° ─ sae speaks ; random thoughts ｡𖦹°‧ ─ sae’s recs ; my recommendations ᝰ.ᐟ ─ sae writes ; my writing

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