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bokutosbiceps · 9 months

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‘tis the season | kuroko no basuke

gom minus kuroko plus kagami x gn!reader | fluff | ~1.4k words

warnings: some suggestive/18+ themes but nothing explicit, uh—rudolph spoilers? i guess? also some cursing

a/n: welcome to my xmas special for the kuroko no basuke boys !! as usual, i chose to write for GOM (minus kuroko) + kagami. ALSO i realized i never ever specified that, in every single one of my pieces for knb, all of the GOM + kagami are aged up to college. pls enjoy 🎄

18+ MDNI | under the cut for length

akashi seijuurou’s favorite christmas tradition is attending a christmas concert. he always remembers how his mother would help him get all dressed up, how his father would actually turn off his phone for the evening, they’d go to a lovely dinner, and then they’d . but now his mother’s gone and his father is consumed by his work—so he goes with you! it’s different of course, but he loves being able to see you dressed up just for him and take you out to a nice dinner, just the two of you. no teammates allowed.

seijuurou is the perfect gentleman all night, keeping a strong arm around your waist and pressing his side into yours for warmth while you make the short walk from the restaurant to the concert hall. and once the concert hall lights are dimmed, he’s intertwining his fingers with yours and caressing the back of your hand with his thumb, whispering a sweet merry christmas, my love to you before pressing a kiss to your temple.

aomine daiki can be found napping by the fireplace like a big cat as soon as it gets just a little bit cold outside. is he planning on doing anything else once he’s stretched out by the fire? nope. is he moaning and groaning for you to come lay down next to him while you’re decorating your place for the holidays? yep.

“oi, you’re making too much noise…can’t fall asleep.” daiki complains, earning a narrow eyed glare from you.

“dai, if you would just help—” you yelp as you feel your arm getting tugged down, ending up on your butt. daiki hasn't even opened his eyes, but he's pulling you down till your face is pressed into his chest.

“chill. i'll help you after we get some shut eye, aight?” daiki drones, placing his hand on your ass to keep you in place and resting his chin on top of your head. you just sigh and relax, leaning against daiki and reluctantly reveling in the warmth of him and the fire.

kagami taiga and ice skating do not mix. taiga had thought it’d be fun and romantic to take you on an ice skating date for christmas eve. you’d be clinging to the side of the rink and he’d be your tall and steady hero, ready to glide around the ice with you clinging to him as your savior. he did not expect for it to be the other way around.

“s-s-slow down, y/n!” kagami stutters as you slowly glide to the edge of the rink so he can have something more tangible to hold on to. your shoulders were sore from the way your hulking boyfriend had been gripping them as you lead him around the ice.

“i’d have thought someone who’s such a capable athlete wouldn’t be so terrible at ice skating.” you purse your lips, unable to keep the teasing smile from spreading across your lips. “do basketball players not have to have balance?”

“shut up!” taiga huffs as he slaps his palms down onto the railing of the rink. he turns to you with a pout on his lips. “i’ll get the hang of it soon…you’ll see!” his blush is spreading to the tips of his ears and you know he undoubtedly feels embarrassed. you skate over to him and press your body against his, backing him up against the edge of the rink and leaning up to place a quick kiss to his nose.

“i believe in you, taiga.”

kise ryouta loves watching christmas movies! a cozy, plush throw wrapped around his shoulders, fuzzy socks on his feet, a nice cup of hot cocoa in his hands, and you cuddled into his side. his favorite movie is the very old, claymation rudolph the red nose reindeer because he just adores the blonde elf who aspires to be a dentist. i feel so connected to him somehow! kise always says, excitedly pointing at the screen when the elf first shows up in the movie.

he’ll sing along to every single song, grabbing you by the shoulders and swaying the two of you along to the beat or picking up your hands and making them move along to the melody. and, of course, without fail, he will bawl his eyes out when rudolph is chosen to lead santa’s sleigh on christmas eve.

“ryou, you’ve watched this movie every year for as long as you’ve known yourself…why do you cry every time?” you tease, reaching up to gently pinch his cheeks, already red from crying.

ryouta wraps his arms tighter around you, pulling you against his chest like you’re a big plushie, and buries his face in your hair.

“i can’t help it! he’s head reindeer…just like his dad!” ryouta sniffles, holding you close. you just giggle and hug him back, trying to comfort your big baby because of an eighty year old movie.

midorima shintarou hates going to the christmas market. not because you’re there—you’re actually the only reason his team gets to enjoy his presence at the market. he hates it because his entire team shows up and is dragging him around the market, asking him which little knick knacks he enjoys. his team knows that shintarou is a difficult man to shop for, so they like to take him to the christmas market and get his direct opinion on things.

shintarou the introvert finds this little tradition exhausting; being pulled every which way, giving his opinion on every single little thing that his friends might think he likes, having to explain that he is not a collector, nanodayo and that he just needs them for his lucky items.

shintarou’s favorite part of the evening is when his friends say goodnight and leave you and him to wander the christmas market on your own. you always have to calm him down after his friends leave, because they really do bring up straight to his boiling pot and leave you to bring the heat down to a simmer.

he decides this is nice, though, since no one’s asking him if he likes this or that or if he’d smile if he happened to get this for christmas. he’s not too keen on PDA, but he will take your hand in his and hold it gently while you walk through the various stalls (again). it’s just you and him, your intertwined hands, and the little trails of frozen carbon dioxide you leave in puffs behind you.

murasakibara atsushi is competitive when it comes to decorating christmas cookies. he will constantly be looking over your shoulder at your work and making little quips and comments about what you should have done.

“i didn’t know you were such a professional, sushi.” you say, eyes focused and brows furrowed as you move the piping bag in various circles and half moons along the golden, baked dough of the cookies.

“of course, i am. this is literally my job.” atsushi drones, expertly icing the cookies and using a fine tip piping bag to draw intricate decorations on top. you glance over at his cookies and notice how perfect they are. damn, you really didn’t realize he was a literal professional.

unfortunately for you, you stay admiring atsushi’s cookies for too long and leave yours unprotected from selfish, needy hands. atsushi swiftly moves behind you, moving you to the side with his hands on your hips, then swipes a half iced cookie from your baking sheet.

“murasakibara atsushi! i wasn’t done with that one!” you gently beat your fist against atsushi’s solid chest, causing him to huff in protest.

“doesn’t matter, looks like shit anyways.” atsushi hums and finishes the cookie in one bite, licking his fingers happily. “tastes delicious, though.” atsushi smiles and turns back to your baking sheet, looming over the rest of your cookies. you move between him and the counter and spread your arms wide, hoping to guard your cookies from the ex basketball player turned pastry chef.

“i can offer you something sweeter if you leave my cookies alone!” you plead. atsushi raises an eyebrow at you as if to say gimme it then and you smile innocently at him. you turn your head to the side and tap your cheek with your index finger.

atsushi understands your gesture and a deep chuckle rumbles up from his chest as he leans in to place a frosting speckled peck to your cheek.

“y/n-chin knows i can’t resist her. my favorite treat.”

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svfttachi · 1 year

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Hello!! I recently just got into Kuroko no basket so I would like to put in a request😄. Can I get a Kise x stoic reader who is a new student at Kaijou. I hope I'm doing this right😅 but anyways I hope you have a nice day and thank you💜💜

wc — 2.0k

type — kise ryouta x gn!reader

tw — n/a

✎ this request was so cute like... i couldn't stop writing and went a little overboard. i hope you enjoy it, and i appreciate everybody's patience with me as i deal with life and personal things behind the scenes.

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𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘.

Small things that should generate some kind of response or emotion never came upon your own face. With a rough childhood full of distrust, absentee parents, and inability to form lasting and meaningful relationships, you naturally grew unfazed to whatever may come onto your path. In fact, you tread through life without the need to socialize with others or care enough to express your inner feelings. It just wasn’t important to go through things that only brought hardship onto yourself.

However, you never expected to have your whole perspective on life to be changed in one day at your new school.

Walking into the building was much like any other normal day for you except that you were immediately greeted by plenty of students, all of whom were upperclassmen happily celebrating the arrival of the fresh batch of underclassmen. You were bombarded by many smiling faces, colorful gifts, and even a couple of friendly hugs from the other students, yet none of that could change the bored expression on your face.

With your class schedule and locker assignment printed on the paper in your hand, you haphazardly made your way towards the hallway where your locker was supposed to be. However, upon arriving in the hallway, you found a couple of students in a group standing right where your locker should be. A composed manner in your step brought you closer to the group, and you signaled the one closest to you by poking his shoulder with your finger.

In an instant, the student turned around, forcing his yellowish-blonde hair to swish along with his turning head. His caramel, brown eyes were on full display along with a typical, smiley face.

Just as his mouth opened to ask a question, you started first, speaking in an annoyed tone, “You and your buddies are standing in front of my locker.”

The boy’s face immediately twisted into a confused expression, and his head turned to look over at his friends who all had a similar expression pressed on their faces.

“Well? Are you going to move, or not?” your patience growing thin within you as your eyebrows furrowed. The boy scratched the back of his head and nodded, speaking a little off guard, “Uh… yeah, sure. Let’s go someplace else guys.”

Your eyes watched everyone within the group make the space in front of your locker available, allowing you to walk up to it. Unbeknownst to you, pondering, caramel eyes captured your figure as you were shoving the copious amounts of enormous gifts into the small space of your locker.

Whispers inched towards the blonde haired boy’s ears, specifically about the strange way you didn’t go all insane when seeing their friend’s face like all the other students do. When it came to the attention he got in school, Kise Ryouta would fully indulge himself into it, going from taking pictures to signing his modeling magazines. There was never a time where he wasn’t the center of attention anywhere, yet today, the lack of attention from a student he’s never seen was enough to peak his curiosity.

“Kise, you coming?” one of his friends called out from down the hall. Pushing the thought to the back of his mind, Kise turned to nod in response, “Yeah, coming.”

He jogged a little to reach his friends and was quickly sucked into whatever the topic of the conversation was, all while reminiscing the brief moment between the two of you.

.・゜゜・

Apart from the dread that comes with school and doing work for you, the weather outside was perfect for a lovely lunch break spent outdoors. As soon as the bell signaling the beginning of the lunch period sounded, you rushed out of the hallway and towards the open, green area that rested along the side of the school where the gymnasiums were located. You found an unoccupied bench directly in front of one of the gymnasium doors and underneath the cover of the paved walkway towards it, and you sat down, crossing your leg over the other.

You pulled out your lunch from within your bag and immediately started to soothe the ache in your stomach from the amount of angry growling it has sounded throughout the day. The first bite into your self-made lunch was the most relaxing bite of food in a while, and you were glad that the weather also complied with this idea if yours.

Indulging in your food made you unaware of the side doors from where you came opening and closing, allowing a lonesome boy to come out. Kise ran a hand through his hair as he glanced out at the clearing where many people were sitting and enjoying their lunch. That’s when his caramel, brown eyes landed upon your figure. It wasn’t entirely clear that you were enjoying your food, but from the sight of your head bobbing up and down as if you were jamming to a song, Kise knew that you must be having something delicious for lunch.

The interaction that the two of you shared this morning made its way back into Kise’s mind. Your laid back, stoic expression was intriguing him by the minute, and it didn’t stop him from beginning to walk over to where you were seated.

At the sound of light footsteps, you glanced up from your lunch, allowing your eyes to land upon Kise’s form heading close to you.

“This bench is occupied,” you stated, stuffing another piece of your food in your mouth. The eye contact between the two of you was so strong that Kise felt a shiver run down his spine. Kise began to scratch the back of his head as the nerves were getting to him. “I–I can see that. Must be some good food you got there,” Kise responded.

As much as you were plain in facial expressions, you weren’t a heartless person. Without a doubt in your mind, you held your container up to Kise, forcing his eyes to crisscross due to how close it was to him. “You can try it if you’d like. I made it myself,” you offered.

“Are you sure?” Kise asked cautiously. It was as if he lost the ability to talk to people with how different you were acting towards him. “It’s up to you. I don’t mind it,” you said, still holding the container out in front of him.

Kise nodded and grabbed one of the rice balls inside. You lowered the container back down and grabbed a cracker from the container, but your eyes never left Kise as he tasted the rice ball you made from scratch. He covered his mouth with his hand as he chewed, a trick he learned to avoid unappealing paparazzi pictures. You watched his caramel eyes widen and look inside the rice ball to catch a glimpse of the filling.

“Wow, this is one of the best rice balls I’ve ever had,” Kise exclaimed, continuing to mutter wow as he ate.

For the first time in a long time, your chest ached a new, but pleasant, kind of ache as your heart fluttered. A fiery blush rose in color within your cheeks, and your face changed ever so slightly to adjust to the newfound emotion bubbling within you. It felt different to have some attention geared towards you, let alone a silly, little compliment about the deliciousness of your homemade food.

“I was tempted to say that this could be beat by this one place I go with my friends, but no, this one takes the cake,” Kise continued. To be honest, whatever he had said after the compliment he gave you went through one ear and out the other, but it still made you give the boy the lightest of smiles, one that no one has the right to see. “By the way, I never caught your name. I bet it’s as beautiful as this rice ball,” Kise said, lifting the food in his hand a little higher.

“I–It’s L/N Y/N,” you stuttered. Yes… stuttered because for some reason, the first boy you ever met at this new school was doing things to you that would have not cracked you one bit.

Your eyes caught a pretty smile from the blonde boy before he added, “I knew it was a pretty name. Kise Ryouta.”

Kise stuck his hand out in front of you, and it took a second for you to realize it’s there before you shook it.

“Do you mind if I take a seat next to you?” he asked after your hand left the softness of his. “Um… go ahead,” you mumbled, trying to recompose yourself after momentarily turning into a completely different person.

Kise shrugged his backpack off of his shoulders and dropped it onto the ground next to yours before taking a seat beside you. He happily sat there munching on his rice ball, yet it still made you feel warmer on the inside than when you first arrived at school.

“You know… my friend would absolutely love having these rice balls. He’s a big foodie like I’m talking about the fact that he snacks every second of every day,” Kise mentioned, looking over at you with a bright look on his face. Slowly, the light smile from before reappeared on your face as you spoke up, “Oh really? I’m a pretty big foodie myself, and nobody I know can beat me in those eating competitions.”

Kise held a hand up and furrowed his brows jokingly, “Please. My friend could beat you in an eating competition any day!”

You shook your head and continued to eat the remnants of your food left in the container. “We’ll have to see about that,” you mumbled.

Soon, the bell for the next class period rang, prompting you to pack up your lunch box into your backpack. As you stood up from your spot on the bench, Kise grabbed hold of both of your backpacks as you straightened your uniform. Kise held your backpack in front of you, and it felt so natural to take it from him yet the blush decided to peek in once again.

“It was nice meeting you, Kise. Thank you for sitting with me for lunch,” you said, waving at the boy before turning around to walk away.

Kise couldn’t contain the smile that was showing on his face. Not once did you ask about his professional life as a model, and it was like you genuinely didn’t know a single thing about him. If you were intriguing him before, he was definitely lovestruck now, especially since you make such delicious food.

Just as you were about to head into the main building for class, Kise quickly realized something small but meaningful if he wanted to keep this connection with you. He brought his backpack in front of him to dig through it in the hopes he’d find a paper and pen. With only a pen in his hand, Kise ran towards the door, shoving many people out of the way but not without muttering little apologies.

“Y/N-cchi!” Kise shouted from the doorway. His eyes locked onto your figure that was turning around at the mention of the strange pronunciation of your name.

Your own eyes watched Kise practically fall a couple of times as he was coming up to you. Once he arrived, he was barely out of breath, holding out the pen in his hand.

“Do you have a piece of paper I can borrow?” Kise questioned. You found it strange how he looked slightly disheveled over asking you for paper which of course you didn’t have.

“No, sorr– Wait, Kise!”

Kise wasted no time in yanking your hand towards himself. He clicked the pen in his hand and began to write in the palm of your hand, making you question his actions. With the masterpiece of sloppy handwriting stamped in the palm of your hand, Kise clicked the pen once more and curled your fingers over what he wrote.

“See you later, Y/N-cchi!”

With that, he left you confused in the middle of the hallway, and all you saw was his blonde hair leaving around a corner. You looked down at your wrist and uncurled your fingers to find a phone number along with a message.

rice balls for tomorrow, too pls?

And just like that, a light chuckle came out of your mouth as a result of the many happy thoughts circling your mind… all thanks to the smile on the blonde haired boy’s face.

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kodzukii · 2 years

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🗯 THE WIND KNOWS ME (BUT I WANNA KNOW YOU BETTER) ft. kise ryouta.

SUMMARY ! in which kise ryouta hears the wind — but not when it comes to you.

PAIRING ! kise ryouta x gn!reader

GENRES ! fluff, romance

WARNINGS ! none!

TAGLIST ! @n0vad (send an ask to be added <33)

WORD COUNT ! 670+

NOTE ! i’m a little amazed i actually wrote smth ngl 🤧🤧 anyways hi knb fandom this is my debut <33 ik y’all are dead rn but hopefully this gets a few people to rise from their graves a lil bit 💗 also if the tense is a bit weird ik sorry abt that i rarely write in present tense <//3

kise ryouta hears the wind.

the ceaseless chatter and shuffling of his classmates continues around him. “hey, wanna be my partner?” floats around the room, receiving varied yes or no responses. kise sincerely hopes he may be able to dodge the question just a little bit longer. his gaze stays trained onto the half opened glass barrier next to his seat, giving him a view of the vast, azure sky outside. he sighs discontentedly, mechanical pencil spinning between his fingers. his weary pout deepens the more his fist indents his cheek.

through his peripheral vision, kise sees a figure walk toward him. he inwardly groans, realising that the dreaded question is now floating towards him. what a shame. he may have jinxed himself this time. with the softest of sighs, he turns toward the figure and – oh crap, not her again. he plasters a smile onto his lips before his displeasure can show.

“oh, kise-kun! i couldn’t help but notice you don’t have a partner yet! you look so all alone.”

her voice is so grating that kise can almost taste how disgustingly saccharine it was. her bright, glossy lips form into a pout as she says this, and kise muses that the overly cakey makeup on her skin does nothing to hide the rotten personality (and zits) underneath.

“ah… i spaced out while everyone was picking their partners. so it seems i’m the odd one out,” he says with a laugh, voice like honey.

“well, well. i seem to be all alone as well.”

kise nearly gags at the seductive tone her voice had now taken. her lips seem more red now than ever as she leans in a bit, allowing kise to catch a whiff of her vanilla (artificial– and cheap, he notes) perfume.

“oh, is that so?”

the wind becomes louder.

“soooo, we’re perfect – i mean, it’s perfect! silly me.”

he wishes the wind would drown out her laughs – it was like a broken violin grating against his eardrums.

“i suppose. but beauty is in the eye of the beholder, after all.”

and this beholder sees nothing beautiful in front of him.

“you’re right! always so insightful, kise-kun!”

kise thinks his laughs are starting to become out of tune, too.

“heh, of cour--”

“kise-kun? you dropped this in p.e.”

the wind suddenly begins to quieten.

“hey, we were–!”

“(l/n)cchi! i was wondering where that went. thank you so much for returning it.”

to him, the way you glowed was akin to that of an angel. this beholder was proven wrong today. and though he’s never believed in abstract concepts such as fate, today he finds himself thanking the lucky stars midorima seems to oh-so-adore.

“it’s alright. be more attentive of your things next time, okay?”

wow, he really wishes he could hear you lecture him more often. however, before he could do more than nod and say “okay”, you have already left, only a whisper of (and very much natural) scent left in your wake.

he watches you take your seat, scribbling notes in your workbook, likely something to do with the assignment. he thinks he hears the girl’s noisy calls for his name next to him, but his intent gaze stays trained onto your figure. the thoughtful hum that slips from your lips is music to his ears, and he can’t help but find your focused expression rather attractive. and… you’re alone?

the wind is silent.

the chair scrapes from beneath him as he rises to his full height. with the girl forgotten behind him, he walks toward your desk in confident strides. he sees you look up when you sense his presence, and he sends you a smile as he closes the distance between you two. you smile back! wow, your smile is gorgeous. gemini must be on top of oha asa’s list today (maybe midorima is onto something with his belief in fate, kise thinks).

“hi again, kise-kun. do you need something?”

“yes, actually.”

kise ryouta hears the wind.

but never when it comes to you.

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morosis-haze · 3 years

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𝙃𝙚𝙮, 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧

Ft. Ken Ryuguji, Takashi Mitsuya, Meguru Bachira,Yoichi Isagi,Izuku Midoriya,Shoto Todoroki,Ryouta Kise,Daiki Aomine, Nobara Kugisaki, Megumi Fushiguro x Gn!reader

Soft moments w/multiple fictional characters from different fandoms

Headcanons || Lower case intended

Ken ‘Draken’ Ryuguji -> late night drives. music playing in the background, one of his hands rubbing a small circle on your thigh the other on the steering wheel.

Takashi Mitsuya -> slow dancing In your living room to a record playing. you and takashi have been collecting records for a while, it’s only right to dance together to one.

Meguru Bachira -> going to a playground late at night, no one there to disturb or judge you and meguru running around like children. days like these let y’all feel carefree, forgetting about any worries you had.

Yoichi Isagi -> your interest. he notices your hobbies, any sports you play, if you read books alot, or write or draw in your free time. he may try some of them depending on what it is, just know he’ll always support what you want to do.

Izuku Midoriya -> scars. Izuku has always appreciated any scars of yours, leaving lingering kisses on them, ghosting his hands over them before gently tracing the scar, asking you how you got it. It could be as simple as you just being clumsy and so you fell one day. he’s gonna love it.

Shoto Todoroki -> the shows you both watch. he’s devoted to watching every episode with you. It became a daily routine, you get the snacks and he’ll make sure where you’ll be seated is comfortable. as he gets more invested in the show, he’ll start giving his commentary on it.

Ryouta Kise -> facetime calls. being on facetime with kise allows you to see every facial expression he makes as he tells you about his day. he loves being on facetime with you especially if he hasn’t seen you all day, he’s gotta complement you while looking at you.

Daiki Aomine -> teasing kisses. he’ll get close making you think he’s about to kiss you just to back away and talk about something or sometimes he’ll do the same thing but right when you think he’s not gonna kiss you, he quickly goes back and kisses you.

Nobara Kugisaki -> your opinion. she seeks you out to ask about your thought on things. opinions you have aren’t needed of course since she could do that herself, but it's wanted by nobara. “so,what do you think of this dress”

Megumi Fushiguro -> playlist. one of the ways megumi is able to express himself is creating a playlist. as he got more comfortable with you he started sharing those playlist with you. some might not see the deal about this, but he only did it with you.

Taglist:: @kadestown/ @berrykiri/ @vanteyves/ @ohstunnah/ @blackweebtrash/ @milliumizoomi/ @0risha/ @blk-drac0/ @mypimpademia/ @plutosexc/ @wockeshaa/ @iridesent-folly/ @valbedo/ @beezebub/ @hoetachi (If your name is crossed out that means I couldn’t tag you) Click Here To Join!

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tenkasato · 2 years

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Kise Ryota x fem!reader (or gn, i dont mind) where reader faces depression and her darling boyfriend comforts her?

Hello, dearest anon! I am so sorry it took me forever to finally write this. I wanted to make sure I could write this the best I could. Thank you for waiting! And thank you for requesting! ^^

You Are Strong

Pairing: Kise Ryouta x reader

There you are, bundled in your comforter, knees drawn to your chest in an effort to make yourself smaller.

A sharp ache shoots through Kise Ryouta at the sight. He tiptoes towards you so as not to startle you and sits on your bed. The cushion dips under his weight but you pay him no heed.

Kise tries to choose his words carefully, but after a few minutes of silent albeit troubled contemplation, he sighs. He calls your name gently instead.

There’s a pase. Kise wonders if you heard him at all, but after a shift and a barely audible whimper, you call back, “Ryouta?”

His lips curl up to a small, fragile smile despite the sadness filling his veins. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shiver underneath you comforter before you finally decide to sit up. You wrap the blanket around your shoulders and deliberately avoid his worried gaze. Your eyes were dry, but he sees the reddened patches of skin underneath them.

“No,” you croak.

Kise knew you’d say that. So instead of prying, he reaches out for your hand underneath the blanket. He cups your freezing hand with his, enveloping his warmth around you as he glances affectionately at you.

You let him play with your fingers for a while, then, “Ryouta, I’m sorry. I’m—”

“Shh, shh,” he hushes and squeezes you. “You have absolutely no reason to apologize, you hear me?”

“No, it’s just that… this hasn’t happened in a while now. I didn’t mean to… to… feel this way again. I didn’t mean to be weak—”

“Who says you are?” Kise interrupts you. “You are not weak. You’re strong. You might not think so, but everyone else, especially me… we see you. We see the strength you have. It’s like—like…”

Kise trails off. You look up at him and arch your brows as you watch him run his hand through his hair. He blinks a couple of times before grabbing your hand again. This time, you squeeze back and interlock your fingers together.

“You know that time when I sprained my ankle?” he blurts out.

“Yes?”

“So that time, remember what I told Kasamatsu-senpai when the coach benched me?”

You frown. “You cursed yourself for being weak.”

“Exactly. That’s it!” he beams, looking glad you remembered even if it had been years ago. “Senpai smacked my head, you know. The usual show of violence he does when he thinks I’m talking nonsense or being an idiot. It hurt. He was a little more forceful that time ‘cause he was mad and—”

You stare at him glumly as he blabbers on and on, until he finally realizes he’s rambling. “...what I mean is… do you, uh, do you get it? I was injured because the floor was slippery. Because the Shutoku guy was a little rough. Because I made a miscalculation and turned the wrong direction.”

He looks you in the eyes.

“It wasn’t because I was weak.”

He waits for your reply expectantly, but you could only stare back, mouth slightly agape and brows knitted, as if you’re trying to crack some riddle.

An embarrassed look crosses his face. “I’m not very good with analogies, or words.”

“No, I get it.”

“Really?” he asks, dubious.

“Yes, I needed to hear that,” you whisper forlornly. Kise begins to trace the creases on your hand as you continue, “Sometimes, I can’t point out a specific cause or reason to blame for these episodes. It just happens. I’d feel so empty that it’d be so unbearable. It’s like there’s a void in me that saps out my energy. I can’t even explain it. That’s why… I can’t help but think I’m weak.”

“But you aren’t,” Kise repeats, this time more firmly. “And for the record, we’re human beings. We’re allowed to be vulnerable sometimes.”

You rake your nails across his knuckles. “I don’t want to feel this way anymore.”

“I know,” he replies before bringing your hand to his lips. When he raises his eyes, he sees the love reflected in the way you regard him softly, a ghost of a smile that speaks of so much devotion. He feels another ache in his heart, but this time, he revels in the pleasant sensation.

“I’m here. We’ll get help together, and I’ll be there in every step.”

He kisses your hand again.

“I’m here.”

Those were simple words. Uttered almost casually and naturally. They were cliche. But Kise meant it with every fiber that made up his heart.

Instinctively, you reach out and trail your fingers from the ridge of his brow, to his cheek, to the angle of his jaw, then to his lips. You slowly bring your face closer. Kise leans forward to meet you halfway.

You both stay still as your mouth contacts his—a feathery touch, a delicate contact. Your hand is still on his face, with his on your knee. Your lips don’t even move, yet you swear you’ve never felt as connected as you do right now.

When you pull away, your fingers still planted on his jaw, you sigh, “Thank you.”

Kise nods and takes your writs. He presses another kiss in the palm of your hand and replies, “Thank you, too.”

To everyone suffering depression or other mental/emotional problems, thank you for fighting and staying strong. You are loved. You are wonderful. I hope you’d always remember that.

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𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟞: 𝔅𝔞𝔟𝔶, ℑ𝔱'𝔰 ℭ𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔒𝔲𝔱𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢

A/N: omgggg so i've been done with this for a while but i couldnt think of a damn title 😐 the title is still sh*t but its fine for now i guess lmao (im open to suggestions) -kuri

@kaaytea [sorry im like a day late (probably 2 days for you ahh) ;-; i think i like this story slightly more than the Itsuki one though]

@shoichee [hii idk if you'd be interested in this but 😬😬😬 might be kinda lame compared to my Imayoshi fic fsjdfi]

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Kise Ryouta x GN!Reader

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: Fluff

[[WARNING - KnB spoilers]]

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 1,568

Finally, after two extremely intense games, it was down to the final bracket of the Winter Cup. You’d attended both games to see Kise play, however, Kaijou had lost in the semi-finals against Seirin and unfortunately, would not be advancing to the finals.

Kise and you were classmates, and had been talking since the beginning of the school year. Though it seemed the two of you had developed mutual feelings for each other, neither could be sure, thus hindering both ends from making any advances beyond simply hanging out outside of school.

After Kaijou’s elimination from the Winter Cup, you had no intention of seeing the finals since you’d only been going to see Kise, but the plan changed when he asked you one day after school to come watch it with him. Since he’d asked, you couldn’t say no and well, that’s where things currently stood.

Kise had offered to meet at your house, then walk to the arena together and despite the cold weather, you agreed. Maybe it’d be a valid enough excuse to walk just a bit closer to him, or maybe, just maybe he’d offer you his coat or something like that. When you answered the door, he greeted you with his usual, charming smile that unleashed a flurry of butterflies inside, and you could only hope it wasn’t written all over your face just how flustered you were.

“Shall we?” he offered to which you only nodded, and once you shut and locked the door behind you, he led the way to the arena.

“So did you enjoy the last two games? Even though we lost the second one?” Kise started, attempting to make small talk with you while you strolled down the dim, chilly streets..

“Yeah, you played so well. It was hard to keep my eyes off of you,” you admitted bashfully, turning away from him as you spoke.

“Is that so?” he asked teasingly, “I’m glad to hear it. The next time you watch a game, I’ll be sure to show off even more.”

Not having a response to his remark, you only chuckled, however, he seemed to receive your simple reaction well from the way he flashed you his charismatic grin once more. As the two of you continued to converse, Kise managed to pick up on how your voice had become shaky, and upon closer observation, he noticed that you were shivering.

“Are you cold?” he frowned in concern, stopping in his tracks to check up on you, “Do you want my coat?”

Saying yes to taking his coat was extremely tempting, given you’d been fantasizing about it ever since he picked you up, but you knew better than to rob him of his only source of warmth in the frigid weather. “Yeah, I’m a bit cold… but it’s okay! We’re almost there aren’t we? Without your coat in this weather, you’ll freeze and catch a cold.”

“Well, since we're almost there, all the more you can have it. I can handle the cold for just a few more minutes.” With that, he grabbed the hems of his coat to slide off of his shoulders and give it to you, that is until you stopped him, bunching the thick material in your hands and holding it closed, preventing him from removing it.

“Please, Kise. You need to stay warm too,” you pleaded, staring up at him with worried eyes.

“Well… if you won’t take my coat then…” he paused for a moment to think of what he could do, still determined as ever to keep you warm. “Then, take this!” he spoke excitedly as he unwrapped the fuzzy scarf from around his neck, and swaddled you in it instead. “Better?”

“Mhm,” you hummed and nodded in delight as you inhaled his musky scent which was entwined into the threads of the scarf.

The rest of the walk took under five minutes, and thankfully, inside the arena was much warmer than outside. Once the two of you took your seats, Kise gave you all the insight about the teams playing, particularly his ex-teammates Kuroko Tetsuya from Seirin and Akashi Seijuro from Rakuzan. He pointed out little details during the game that you wouldn’t have noticed otherwise, and he explained the strategies each team was using to combat each other; seeing the whole big picture really made the game much more entertaining even though you were practically watching a bunch of strangers.

The game concluded with Seirin barely taking the win, which left Kise with a lot to talk about on the walk home. You stopped first at the vending machine to get some hot coffee knowing it’d be even colder walking back in the later hours of the evening compared to when you guys were arriving. It was cute to see him rambling on and on about how crazy the game was and all the things Kuroko and Akashi had done, what they could’ve done differently, and even the other possible outcomes that could’ve resulted, theoretically.

His gushing over the game made the walk feel a lot shorter this time around, but maybe the combination of the hot coffee and Kise’s scarf keeping you warm contributed too… but you didn’t want it to end. Seeing your house come into view just made your heart sink to your stomach, wishing your time with Kise never had to end.

“I had so much fun today, Kise. Thanks for inviting me to see the finals,” you cooed with a soft smile, hoping to at least draw out this moment a while more before returning to your humble home.

“Yeah, no problem!” Kise responded cheerfully, “I wanted to see Kuroko-cchi and Akashi-cchi play each other and thought maybe since you’d watched the first two games you’d enjoy watching the final too.”

“Initially, I wasn’t planning on it since you weren’t playing, but I’m really glad you asked because I ended up enjoying it a lot. I’d love to see more games with you in the future.”

“In that case, I’ll hit you up anytime I’m planning to go watch a game,” he said with a cheeky wink, “That reminds me though, there’s something I wanted to ask you before you go.”

“Oh, right, your scarf!” you announced in realization that you were about to take it home with you. Just as you began to unwrap the heavy cloth from your neck, he stopped you, grabbing you by the hands before you could proceed.

“No, not that,” he interjected, “Keep it. I have lots of scarves at home. What I wanted to say is… I was waiting things out to be sure before telling you this. After tonight, I feel a little more confident in my suspicion so, I’m just gonna say it. I like you, and I’d like to think you feel the same, so I was hoping we could make this official. What do you say?”

Your eyes widened at his confession and proposal, not that you were against it, but it did catch you completely off guard. Despite how you’d been dreaming of this day since the start of the school year, you didn’t expect it to come so soon and especially not at that very moment. You wanted to say more, but being at loss for words, the only thing that could come out was a simple, “Yes,” before he scooped you up into a hug and spun you around.

“Yes! I can finally call you mine,” he cheered as he gently placed you back on the ground, the purest smile strung across his face when you looked back up at him.

Amidst the celebratory moment, one thing he’d mentioned earlier stood out to you. “Was I… that obvious tonight?” you asked shyly, eyes darting away from his pretty yellow ones out of embarrassment that he’d simply read you like a book.

“No! No, you weren’t. I was being extra observant because I was interested, and even still I wasn’t a hundred percent sure. A lot of girls y’know… fawn over my looks or the fact that I was one of the Generation of Miracles or whatever, so to be around someone who always acts so genuinely in front of me made it hard to discern if you were just a nice person or if you were actually showing interest.”

“Oh,” you muttered under your breath, unable to wipe the dorky grin off your face, “Well, I’m glad you concluded the latter.”

“Yeah, me too,” he chuckled, “I didn’t want to wait for the new year to see you again. Are you free on Christmas Eve?”

“I think so. I’ll let you know if not,” you answered, excited to possibly be spending the holidays with your new boyfriend.

“Great! I’ll text you with details later, okay? You should go inside, it’s cold out here,” Kise urged, preparing to say his goodbyes. Before he could go, you gave him one last hug and thanked him once more for an amazing night.

“Thank you for everything, Kise. I’m excited to see what the future has in store for us, and I’m looking forward to seeing you on Christmas.”

“No, thank you for everything, and I’m your boyfriend now aren’t I? Just call me, Ryouta.”

“Alright, Ryouta. Text me when you get home. Goodnight,” you parted with a wave which he returned as he made his way down the sidewalk.

“I will. Goodnight.”

And then he went home and caught a cold the next day because he was out in the cold for so damn long, and you ended up going over to take care of him.

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I posted 1,055 times in 2022

That's 173 more posts than 2021!

296 posts created (28%)

759 posts reblogged (72%)

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I tagged 441 of my posts in 2022

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#//ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ - 25 posts

#anniversary event - 19 posts

#sk8 the infinity x reader - 15 posts

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Longest Tag: 135 characters

#i just read a fuckin fic that reader was supposed to be like. a lot shorter than sakusa. i know several girls who are at least 5’9 like

My Top Posts in 2022:

How They Kiss (KnB ver.)

Fandom: Kuroko's Basketball

Character: Kise Ryouta, Kuroko Tetsuya, Kagami Taiga, Murasakibara Atsushi

Warnings: borderline suggestive but mostly fluffy bs. not proofread or edited at ALL. written at 1am excuse the grammar

Notes: gonna make another one of these w my boys but i gotta make the bestie (ew i hate that i said that like they are i just hate the word) & the no homo s/o happy first <33 @rqkuya thanks for the inspo on the kuroko one and @ruujiko come get ur man he's a giant teddy bear

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5 Moments Kagami Taiga Realized How Much He Liked You, and the One He Finally Did Something About It

Fandom: Kuroko’s Basketball

Character: Kagami Taiga

Warnings: cursing, several food mentions, it’s assumed that reader isn’t a basketball player but knows a little, minor injury mentioned, plz dont listen to the fic ur not actually supposed to use hydrogen peroxide on cuts but i didnt know that till i googled it after i read this just use cool water to clean it,

Notes: wrote the ending when i was sick so its shitty however this is officially the longest fic I've written and posted on here. beat the last one by like 20 words or something. congrats to me

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hi, can i please request the sk8 boys reactions to a reader who can skate (doing tricks and all) wearing stilettos? take your time and take care!!

sk8 boys reacting to you skating in heels

Fandom: Sk8 The Infinity

Characters: Kaoru “Cherry Blossom” Sakurayashiki, Miya Chinen, Reki Kyan

Warnings: MIYAS IS PLATONIC ONLY. that was my biggest concern writing him. however the other two can be taken as platonic or romantic, dealer’s choice. reader’s age isn’t implied either so you could be a friend/older sibling/partner/whatever you like!

Notes: hi! so sk8 boys was vague so I did some favs + some people who deserve more recognition on my blog lol. i could do a pt 2 if anyone is interested?? It would be Langa & Joe and maybe shadow hmm

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365 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

hihi!! i saw your event and i love the theme jdbsjs <33 also happy (early?) birthday to both you and koi!!

can i request a 4 star pull for genshin impact? the trope would be they forgot your birthday (hurt/comfort pls) ☺️☺️ with xiao, diluc, and gorou?

thank you so much!! if i didn’t request correctly pls feel free to dm me :,)

when they forget your birthday...

etc: established relationship, modern au![character] x gn!reader, gn pronouns used (they/them/mx.), food mentions (not descriptive), probably very ooc i'm sorry

notes: the favoritism is real in this one :,)

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My #1 post of 2022

Detention

Fandom: Stranger Things

Character: Eddie Munson

Warnings: suggestive content, lots of kissing

Notes: before anyone gets too excited im not writng for everyone just this guy. feel free to send requests for him tho im in love with this bastard man <3 anyway what even is this help me /hj

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“(Y/N)...psst, hey, (Y/N).”

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I mean you're the reason we’re stuck here in the first place! So no!”

“Hey, ain’t my fault Holak’s a pain in everyone’s ass and doesn’t like it when I kiss my favorite person in the hallway.”

“We were not kissing you were making out with me under the stairs, Munson. And now I have detention and it's your fault.”

Eddie Munson, king freak of Hawkins High, dungeon master and ring leader of Hellfire Club, and worst of all your boyfriend flashed his incredibly irritating and adorable smile at you—you looked away to not fall for it, going back to your homework.

He leaned forward and whispered in your ear, “you weren’t complaining about it before she found us, were you?”

You could just smack him.

Instead, you decided to tune him out and continue your work. May as well do something productive here, right?

You didn’t look up when the teacher mentioned something about having a meeting to go to and expecting you to behave yourselves, nor did you look up when he left. You, unfortunately, looked up when Eddie took your pencil out of your hand and sat on the desk in front of you.

“Hey! That’s mine!”

“Come get it, sweetheart.”

There’s that cocky smirk you hate so much from him.

You stood from your seat, as did he. He held the pencil above and behind his head, so you lunged forward for it. With a bit of laugh, he dropped the pencil and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in tight. Your hand you reached for the pencil with landed on his shoulder in defeat.

“You’re a prick,” you complained, although you made no effort to pull away.

“Mhm, yeah, and you hate me so much. Shut up and kiss me already.”

He silenced anything else you planned on saying with a needy kiss. Almost immediately you melted, using your other hand to run through his hair. When you tugged gently, he groaned against your lips, pulling you tighter against him. Without a second thought, he walked you backward into a desk (luckily not the one you’d been sitting at) and you sat on top. His hands traveled down from your waist to your legs, guiding you to wrap them around his waist.

You pulled away from him, putting a finger over his lips to stop him from following yours. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Ed. We’re screwed if he comes back in.”

“You didn’t seem to be complaining.”

You groaned in frustration and laid your head against his shoulder. “Eddie Munson, you are such a pain in my ass.”

“I could be if ya let me.”

“Ed!”

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How They Kiss (KnB ver.)

Fandom: Kuroko's Basketball

Character: Kise Ryouta, Kuroko Tetsuya, Kagami Taiga, Murasakibara Atsushi

Warnings: borderline suggestive but mostly fluffy bs. not proofread or edited at ALL. written at 1am excuse the grammar

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Kise

He’s so full of this unbelievable energy, everything he does has this excitement to it. And it’s not over-the-top, but he’s just a generally cheerful person, and that comes through when he kisses. When it’s a normal day, Ryouta will take your hand, kiss your knuckles, then pull you into a kiss from there, all the while with a smile on his face. It makes him even happier to see you smile back, too. On a particularly exciting day, however, he’ll go a step further and twirl you around before spinning you into his arms. Sometimes he’ll go as far as spinning you in the air (as long as you’re alright with it).

And when he pulls you in, it’s like you’re the only ones in the world at the moment. Screw his fans, screw the team, all that matters is you. He’ll kiss you hard and fast, before pulling away to pepper much lighter ones all around your face. And then he gets yelled at my Kasamatsu. Its a good thing the team loves you, huh?

Kuroko

Tetsuya is not one to act on impulse, usually. He’ll mull something over before actually making a decision, and he’s a very logical thinker. He’s very careful when he wants to kiss you and always makes sure you know you’re safe at any and all costs. He’s gentle in the way his surprisingly rough hands stroke your cheek or the back of your hand, and in the way he bumps his nose against yours before kissing you, in a silent ask for permission.

He likes to hold you in some way when he kisses you. He’ll link pinkies, hold hands, cradle your face or rest his hands on your hips/waist. He knows the perfect places to caress that make you melt—whether its a sensitive spot on your neck or that one place in your shoulders or back that always seems to have a knot in it, he knows exactly what to do to simply make you melt.

Kagami

For Taiga, he’s unbelievably awkward. Sometimes you can pick on him, asking if he’s sure he’s ever kissed someone before (it’s a trick question—he has, he’s kissed you many, many times). He’ll get huffy about it and roll his eyes, but he still loves you either way. He’s great at flirting with you (just ask him), but when you flirt back, he has no idea how to function. Especially if you have a little less shame, and mockingly wolf-whistle at him when he uses the bottom of his shirt to wipe sweat off his face while playing street ball. He’ll go red as his hair.

Awkward as he may be, his favorite time to kiss you is when the two of you get to be alone. And despite how some may think of him, he’s actually quite romantic and prefers to spend his alone time with you cuddling than doing anything else. He’ll put some game on in the background, but he’s really not paying much attention when you lay down next to him and curl into his side. I don’t care if you’re taller than him or not, he likes it when you lay next to him/kinda on him and keep your head on his shoulder or chest when you cuddle. He likes it especially when you pick your head up and kiss his cheek, so he can then meet your halfway and press a quick kiss to your lips.

Murasakibara

I know it’s been said before, but Atsushi is quite the lazy lover. That doesn’t mean he won’t initiate a kiss (considering how tall he is, if he’s standing next to you, he has to), but that does mean his kisses are usually slow. He enjoys sitting on the couch with you in his lap, one of his favorite snacks in your lap, and watching a movie. You can feel his longer hair tickle your shoulder when he buries his head in your neck, taking a break from his snacks to just feel you against him. He likes being close to you, so it’s very common for him to sit you in his lap or lay back against his chest.

He’ll press feather-light kisses to your neck when you sit like this with him; chaste ones that don’t mean much, other than tell you his next goal is your lips. You turn to face him, brushing purple bangs out of his face and tucking them behind his ear. He’ll close the gap between the two of you, kissing you slow and gentle. When you smile against his lips, he’ll tighten his arms that rest around your waist for just a moment, showing he acknowledged it and enjoyed the little giggle you let out when you parted for just a second. Sure, the snacks end up getting pushed away from the two of you for a little while, but he’d much rather be with you than his chips, surprisingly. As long as they don’t get knocked out of the bag.

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kagami's sucks but that's like shit straight out of my dumb daydreams content so dont yell at me for it. anyway my friends better love me for this i have no idea how to write any of these guys well

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One, Two, Three, Nine, Four, Seven

Fandom: Kuroko's Basketball

Character: Kise Ryouta

Warnings: mentions of anxiety/anxiety attacks, hurt/comfort, not proofread

Notes: new theme, new fandoms, still a simp. anyway almost had an anxiety attack tonight so here's some kise fluffy shit to get u through the day

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“One, two, three, nine, four, seven.”

“One, two…one, two, three, nine…four, seven?”

“Two, six, eight, eleven, five.”

“Very good,” Kise said gently, noticing your breathing becoming steadier. He didn’t know what happened precisely—one moment you were alright, maybe a bit agitated, then the next you were talking about being unable to catch your breath and a headache. He’d led you out of the crowded stadium and into a secluded part of the hallway and sat you down on a bench next to a vending machine.

“How…how did you do that?” you asked, picking your head up slightly to look at him.

He offered a gentle smile and replied, “my sister taught me in sane she or anyone else I knew ever needed it. Your brain can’t focus on anxiety if you’re trying to count out of order.”

You nod weakly and he stood from his kneeling position in front of you, putting some money into the vending machine and getting a water in return. He handed it to you and said, “take little sips, love. You’re alright.”

“I’m sorry for making you leave your team,” you say, taking his advice.

He’d never objected to something faster in his life. “No! No, no, no, sweetheart. Never apologize for that,” he said, careful not to raise his voice. He sat next to you, giving you a little space in case you weren’t in the mood for touch right now. “I’m always here for you. Please, please know that. I would drop everything if it meant I could help you in any way I could. It’s no problem, alright? Never apologize for needing help.”

A weak smile crossed your face, and a brighter one found its way to his when you intertwined your pinkies. He squeezed gently, reassuring you he was there.

He had to make sure you knew he would always be there.

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