#aib drabbles

[niki-phoria]

https://www.tumblr.com/niki-phoria/776310441091694592/hii-lovely-do-you-still-write-for-chishiya

hii, it’s me again!

If I’m not bothering you, you wrote to Chishiya "his types of kiss", do you think you could write a "his kind of demonstrating that he cares through gestures" (gn reader)? Thank you so much 🩷

그런 널 보면 i'm dyin' to hold you now / 밤은 또 어느새 날 깨우려 하는데

pairing: chishiya shuntaro x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 580

notes: wasn't sure how i wanted to write this so it isn't super romance focused (chishiya's love languages is similar but more romantic), haven't written for aib in a while so sorry if the game doesn't really make sense lol, thank you so much for the request !! i hope you like it <33, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from bae173 - annoyed

the air feels sticky against your skin; the night breeze does little to combat against the humid summer air. beside you, aguni crosses his arms across his chest. he lets out an impatient sigh as he leans his head against a white pillar. your eyes scan around the group. your competition. 

a businessman nervously fidgets with the cuffs of his suit. beside him, two women stand side by side, clinging onto each other. they whisper softly to each other even though you’re too far away to hear any of their words.

CHISHIYA SHUNTARO nods his head along to a rhythm you can’t hear. his hood has been pulled up over his head, leaving only a few stray strands of blonde hair visible beneath the night sky. when chishiya glances upwards, his gaze meets your own. he smirks softly behind his jacket hood for a few seconds before returning to silently analyzing the other players. 

the chime of the announcement system comes as a welcome change. a familiar automated voice plays over speakers you can’t see. “game: tag.”

at first, the minutes tick by without any events. you keep your footsteps quiet as you slip through the stairwell. aguni walks with confidence but you don’t miss the way he subtly sticks closer to the shadows lining the walls. you take the opportunity to slip away, walking through the eerily empty apartment’s halls. 

chishiya is already standing near the roof when you arrive. without the jacket’s hood protecting his face, the wind blows stray strands of blonde hair across his face. he leans against the white half-wall, watching the other players wander around from above. 

“anything interesting?” you ask, stepping closer to stand beside him. the bricks feel cool against your hands. a thick layer of paint has smoothed out any texture they used to have. 

chishiya simply hums. “nothing yet.” he shifts slightly, brushing his shoulder against your own. it’s an otherwise unnoticeable gesture, but it makes your heart skip a beat nonetheless. “does aguni know you’re here?”

you shrug. as the beach grew, it became harder to keep track of each member individually. the games only added to your anonymity, making it easy to slip away from the crowd under the guise of ‘being afraid for your life.’ “does it matter?” 

he remains silent. your lives depended on your social skills just as much as your physicality. the beach had only become another challenge, demanding careful navigation and care to survive. aguni was smart enough to survive. he wasn’t vengeful like niragi or observant like ann. he wouldn’t pose any real risk. at least, not while hatter was still in charge. 

chishiya glances at you. he shuffles ever so closer, resting his hand just beside your own. the heat from his knuckles is a welcome change from the otherwise cool night air. after a few seconds his hand dips lower, fingers now tugging at the edge of your beach-issued bracelet. chishiya’s fingers run along the braided thread holding it together. 

you flinch slightly when yet another round of gunshots echo throughout the apartment. they’re much closer now; you can hear the click of another round being loaded into the chamber. chishiya reaches over, tentatively taking your hand into his own. his thumb runs along the grooves of your knuckles. he doesn’t say anything. he doesn’t need to. the gentle circles he rubs against the back of your hand say more than words ever could. don’t worry. we’ll be home soon.

if you enjoyed this fic, please consider leaving a like, comment, feedback, or rebloging !! and if you want to support me, check out my aib masterlist <33

[suiana]

yandere! gamer boyfriends who are always gaming and leave you alone.

they have you questioning everything and anything about your relationship. was it all just a joke? is he cheating on you? why doesn't he show you affection?

and it's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he doesn't know how to.

he's spent his whole life gaming and huddled up in his little room that he forgot how relationships work. he feels so bad whenever he sees you moping around. so he does what he thinks is best.

"baby, what do you mean you don't like my gift?"

he thought you'd like his gift. i mean, you were complaining about this person for a whole now, he thought you'd want them gone...

a picture of them in his basement, all tied up while he poses cutely for the camera.

he thought that would be enough to please you, but it turns out he was wrong. you didn't like it at all. in fact, you called him a monster and even tried to break up with him!

"baby calm down, I'm just trying to make you happy."

he's pouting now, unsure of what to do. he doesn't know how to be sweet. he was never shown taught how to be loving and sweet. he doesn't know how to be a normal and sweet boyfriend.

"why don't you tell me what you want then? i just want to see you happy you know."

he really does. i mean, even if he doesn't show it, his heart and mind both belong to you. while he's gaming, you're all he can think about. actually, when he's doing anything for that matter, you're the only one on his mind. he can never think like how he used to before and it's all because of you.

"leave you alone? baby you're upset at me and I'm not leaving you alone. why can't we just talk things out?"

he refuses to let you leave his sight and out of his grasp. what if you go to some other person? he can't have that now, can he? also, don't people talk things out in a relationship? why are you trying to get away from him?

"you're mine. so don't ever think about leaving me."

a sweet kiss to your lips is all it takes for you to calm down.

huh, maybe he should kiss you more then.

inumaki toge, GOJO SATORU (but specifically if he was a loser nerd), kinich, kenma kozume, chishiya shuntaro, all of your favs

[daniwrld]

"Depth"

𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩𝙮 𝙜!𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚. (𝙐𝙜𝙝 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 700 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨, 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚??

🅦︎🅐︎🅡︎🅝︎🅘︎🅝︎🅖︎🅢︎: sʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴs ʟᴏʟ, ᴛʜᴇʏ/ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴs. ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ "sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ"

🅣︎🅨︎🅟︎🅔︎: ᴀɴɢsᴛ, sғᴡ, ɢ!ɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ɴᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ʏ/ɴ.).

𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 ��𝙣 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚+𝙬𝙚𝙗𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚, 𝙨𝙤 𝙞'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙙.

(𝘼𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙡 𝙗𝙘 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙎𝙊 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙭. 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙢, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙗𝙝 𝙞 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙨𝙢)

They had seen me betray Arisu. They had seen the way I—so selfishly—took and sacrificed people. They had seen me gamble with lives that were not my own, seen the way I measured a heartbeat like a currency, as if compassion was something I could afford to lose.

I was cruel. Careless. Selfish.

And yet, despite it all, they stayed.

They loved me. Even when they shouldn’t. Even when it made no sense.

That was what tormented me most.

I wanted to be understood. I wanted to care for someone. But I could never say it, never admit it, because to admit it would be to hand over a weapon and beg to be hurt.

I, Shuntarō Chishiya, did not deserve them.

But they—my stubborn, persistent companion—never seemed to care about what I deserved.

Their presence wrapped around me like something inevitable, like gravity, like fate. And I despised fate. I despised anything I could not control, anything that threatened to crack through the ice that I had so carefully sculpted around myself.

And yet, despite my best efforts, they had found a way in.

They had reached inside my chest and wrapped their hands around my heart, twisting it, reshaping it—morphing it into something that I craved, something I had long since abandoned hope of having.

Why?

Why them?

I had spent my whole life keeping people at arm’s length, testing their limits, pushing them away just to see if they would leave—because they always left. That was the rule, the universal truth I had accepted long ago.

“Shuntarō…” their voice, soft but insistent, broke through my thoughts. “What are you working on?”

My fingers continued moving over the makeshift taser, trying to strengthen it, modify it, make it useful. If I could make it powerful enough, maybe it would actually matter. Maybe I would actually matter.

I did not answer them.

They poked me, a light touch that might have been playful if it wasn’t so determined. “Shuntaarrrooo.”

I ignored them.

“Taro?”

I hated that name. I hated that they said it so easily, so familiarly. I hated the way it sounded like something warm when I had spent so long turning my world cold.

Still, I did not respond.

They huffed, but rather than pressing further, they simply sat down beside me, crossing their legs in that casual way of theirs, their body settling into stillness.

That was what unsettled me most—their patience.

I had spent years testing people’s patience, waiting to see the moment they would snap, the moment they would give up and walk away. But they never did.

They sat there, unwavering, existing beside me as if they belonged there. As if I belonged to them.

I could not stand it.

I would kill—kill—for a connection that made sense, for a love that did not feel like a loaded gun pressed against my ribs. But I could never admit that. So instead, I remained mean. Cold. Careless. Selfish. I did everything I could to prove I was undeserving, to drive them away.

My heart twisted inside my chest, a foreign, aching thing. I could not understand why they were still here, why they had not yet realized that I was a void, an abyss that consumed anything foolish enough to get too close.

I could not understand why I let them be close.

Why did I allow them to see me like this?

Why did I let them speak my name like it was something soft?

Why did I let them sit here, beside me, so still and so patient, as if they knew? As if they had already read the ending to the story I refused to write?

I did not deserve them.

And yet, as I sat there, my fingers still moving over the wires in my hands, my mind still circling like a caged animal, I realized something that filled me with more dread than anything else.

I was terrified.

Terrified of how much I had already let them in.

Terrified of how much more they could take.

Terrified that, despite everything, despite my cruelty, my selfishness, my endless attempts to push them away—

They still stayed.

And the worst part?

I wanted them to.

���� 𝙛𝙧 𝙡𝙪𝙫 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙨𝙢, 𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨..

𝘼𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙢𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙘 𝙞'𝙢 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣.

[lovemeferally]

Lap Dog // aib

niragi suguru x gn!reader

genre :: smut, just smut

word count :: 495

summery :: in which you teach aguni's lap dog a new trick c:

warnings :: smut (not really graphic), established 'relationship', dom/sub dynamic, sub!niragi, dom!reader, restraints, gagged, implied edging, choking, petplay if you squint, niragi can be a good boy sometimes

notes :: i don't typically post my writing. its all for myself. but i found this old drabble and thought someone else out there might enjoy it.

You’d taken to calling him Aguni’s lap dog. He was an obnoxious thing, always yipping at the most inappropriate times and nipping at every innocent passerby. He interjected himself unnecessarily into any situation. He was arrogant and cocky in some of the most unflattering ways.

But despite his insistent barking and stupid studded lolling tongue like a panting mutt you found him… delightful.

When it was just the two of you tucked away in private like this, it was easy to understand why. You crouch to his level and cradle Niragi’s face with both hands; Dark, blown out eyes search for your own in a haze. Gently you catch some of the spittle pooling from under the silicone bit wedged between his teeth.

“You’ve been such a good boy, haven’t you?”

Wordlessly, he attempts to lean into the touch, but the sound of clinking chain links stops him before the collar can tighten any further. You can’t help but admire the way the metal dips into the column of his neck. You can’t help but look in wonder at how taut his shoulders are from the nylon chord carefully climbing up his arms. You can’t help but look in reverence at just how hard his cock was straining against it’s own leather collar you’d placed at its base.

This man. This stupid fucking man.

Straddling his kneeling lap, you showered his face in gentle kisses, being sure to place one on each of those stupid piercings that made your stomach flip. The whole time you showered him in praises.

'Look at you, you’re so beautiful.', 'You’re being so good for me.', 'I’m so proud of you.'

Niragi was lost in the attentions, distracted as you unlatched the gag. Grabbing him by that mess of black hair and finally catching his mouth with your own is a relief for both of you. It was the first time tonight you’d given yourself the chance to taste him properly – unfair as it was since you’d so graciously allowed him to taste you.

He moaned again, low and guttural. You couldn’t help but chuckle lowly.

“You have to tell me what you want, pet.”

His dark eyes were still glossed over. His face and chest was still slick with a sheen of his own saliva. Your eyes followed that studded tongue as it darted across his bottom lip.

His request was resolved and sure despite the absolute mess of himself, “I want you to fuck me.” Oh, that went straight through you. But alas you tilted your head, coercing the remainder of the request. He hesitated this time, “Please.” You grinned, leaning deathly close to his lips knowing well that he couldn’t reach you with the chain links already digging so deep into the soft flesh of his throat.

He was going to have to concede one way or another, “Master. I want you to fuck me, please.”

Niragi may be Aguni’s lap dog. But he was your bitch.

[kittyzzzwriting]

͟͟͞͞➳❥ ~ masterlist

( a little long, please atleast read up to 'important' <3 )

btw, im kitty!

WRITING ;

masterlist

LINKS LEAD TO WATTPAD

squidgame ;

dae-ho - 333

sfw/nsfw headcanons

in-ho - 001, frontman

sfw/nsfw headcanons

sang-woo - 218

sfw/nsfw headcanons

collegeprofessor! sang-woo x femstudent! reader moodboard

salesman / gong-yoo

sfw/nsfw headcanons

thanos / choi su-bong - 230

sfw/nsfw headcanons

nam-gyu - 124

sfw/nsfw headcanons

cho hyun-ju - 120

sfw/nsfw headcanons

gyeong-su - 256

sfw/nsfw headcanons

pov: u're dating gyeong-su | moodboard

deok-su - 101

sfw/nsfw headcanons ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀ ⠀  (link leads one of my to tumblr post)

CHATBOTS ;

LINKS LEAD TO SPICYCHAT.AI ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ (i do have bots on c.ai)

🌟 🩺 daily dose of sunshine

kim seo-wan

you're his nurse!

🃏♠️ alice in borderland

chōta segawa

waiting for you. (show accurate)

💊🪓 mouthwashing

teasing! (manga accurate)

ginji kyūma

loud roommate

jimmy

highschoolAU! jimmy

collegeAU! jimmy

curly

collegeAU! curly

all of my mw bots are on both spicychat.ai and c.ai, links lead to spicychat.ai

yes, ill take your suggested headcanons and turn them into a bot or headcanons.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀spicychat.ai & c.ai: revinluver (my user)

i've made hellpark, south park, SVSC and scott pilgrim bots, they're all on c.ai - but they're old !

IMPORTANT

I do not write regularly, I am an autistic student with a job,,, so i am rather busy and forgetful.

i no longer write for mouthwashing, apologies.

REQUESTS: send requests through tumblr asks/messages or wattpad conversations. if you want me to write on tumblr, I absolutely will !

WHAT I'LL DO ;

- i'll make bots,

- write drabbles and headcanons

- and, make moodboards for characters!

yes, ill do threesomes.

yes, I'll make some of it kinky, the worst I'll write is probably a 'vague piss kink'.

yes, ill take your suggested headcanons and turn them into a bot or headcanons. (i fucking love doing this)

majority of characters I'll write for ;

SG 🦑🎮 ;

- thanos / choi su-bong (230, S2)

- park gyeong soek (246, S2)

- gyeong su (256, S2)

- dae-ho (333, S2)

- in-ho (frontman, 001)

- young mi (095, S2)

- Mi-na (196, S2)

- Deok-su (101, S1)

- Nam-gyu (124, S2)

- Mi-nyeo (212, S1)

- Myung-gi (333, S2)

- Cho Hyun-ju (120, S2)

- Sang-woo (218, S2)

- Salesman / Gong-yoo

- Min-su (125, S2)

[ I DON'T WRITE FOR GI-HUN !! SORRY </3 ]

AIB 🃏 ;

chōta segawa

karube daikichi

arisu ryohei

ginji kyuma

keiichi kuzuryu

chishiya shuntaro

yuzuha usagi

hikari kuina

suguru niragi

kodai tatta

(I finished the show! yaaay)

[niragisimp]

The Pain Before (Niragi x Reader) Part 15

Part 14, Series Masterlist, Masterlist

The players ran throughout the hotel, all trying to get down to the lobby as quickly as possible. The thought ran through Niragi's mind for moments on end, but in the end, he decided against going back for you. You would be far safer in his room, tucked away where no one would dare to enter. Especially in a game such as this.

The crowd gathered around the girl crying out for her lost friend, and it only took a moment of Niragi stirring the pot for everyone to turn against each other. This was more than perfect; the prime time and conditions to finally make those pathetic excuses for "friends" that you have pay for what they put you through.

For some reason or another, Niragi couldn't help but find joy in firing off rapidly into the crowd. His laugh echoed throughout the halls, the various shots of gunfire beginning once Aguni gave the order to find the Witch. 

The thought had occurred to Niragi more than once when he began firing, what he would've done to his bully, your brother, Haru, if he had gotten the chance in Borderlands. But you took care of that all on your own, it seemed. He recalled the night he demanded you meet him on the rooftop, the night he humiliated you. He still wasn't sure why he did what he did. Maybe he wanted some form of payback for having the live through the torment of that bullying. Maybe he just wanted to see if you were anything like your brother.

But you weren't. You were just another victim all the same, just as Niragi was. But Niragi refused to be a victim any longer, and he was going to be taking you with him on that path; whether you wanted to or not. As the militants began chasing after the other players, Niragi felt a certain kind of bliss in knowing he could do as he pleased, all the while you were safe and secure. He was certain you weren't the Witch, how could you be? He had eyes on you almost every moment of the day, even if they were the eyes of a snake.

You groaned and shook in your sleep, the sweat from your brow dripping down onto the pillow as you tossed in your turmoil.

The fires raged on, the screams of your parents hollowing throughout the street as you watched on, the police holding people back as the firemen tried desperately to extinguish the flames. The fire was a lot bigger than you expected it to be, but as long as it got the job done. That man would never lay a single finger on you, ever again.

The police questioned you over and over again.

"How did the fire start," was the main concern of theirs. You could've told them the truth, but where would that have gotten you? Locked away somewhere, probably in an asylum or prison for at least the next twenty years or so. The smell of gasoline wasn't as prominent on your hands anymore, at least. Everyone in the area smelled of it, so why would it seem suspicious that it was on you?

Haru beat on your door over and over again, telling various profanities and slurs, nearly breaking the door at one point or another. You were huddled up in the closet, shaking as you held your knees to your chest. You cried silently to yourself as Haru screamed drunkenly.

Looking at your phone, you scrolled through the limited contacts that you had. Your mother, father, Haru, and a few distant relatives. You contemplated calling your aunt who housed you for a while, but you knew she was tired of dealing with a child that wasn't her own. You leaned your head back on the closet wall as you pursed your lips together, trying not to make a sound as you covered your ears, sick and tired of being harassed and violated by the one person who was supposed to protect you from harm.

The thought was a sudden one, almost like a foreign voice looming over in your mind. "Wouldn't it be nice if all this stopped?" You shook your head, trying to get rid of the voice that lingered ever persistently.

"You can make it stop. All of it."

You froze at the thought, telling yourself it wasn't a thought worth lingering. All you had to do was save up enough money to move out, and then you would be free of this, or so you had hoped. "But would that really stop that monster from finding another victim?" Your eyes opened slowly. Oddly, you never felt as calm before than in that moment. You wiped the tears from your face and simply waited for the beating outside of your door to stop.

It didn't take long for Haru to pass out drunk in his room. You grabbed the rope, tying it around the handle of the doorknob, securing it to your own. You gave it a good tug, and it didn't budge. "Good." The smell of gasoline filled your nostrils, but you knew to only do enough near the outlets for it to start and spread, the rest would surely take care of itself. Once the lighter dropped, the eruption of flames made you stumble backward, the heat blaring in your face. The heat captured your attention as you waited patiently. "But shouldn't I be panicking? Maybe even regretful?" "No."

Your eyes sprung open as you sat up hurriedly, your heart beating fast as you felt a droplet of sweat run down your neck. You glanced around the familiar room, an odd sense of calm washing over you, only to be disrupted by the sound of gunshots in the distance. Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you carefully made your way to the door, pressing your ear to the wood. Various screams and gunshots were all that could be heard. Out of the corner of your eyes, it called to you. Turning back, you focused in on the small television flickering on and off, your eyes going wide as the reality hit you; the Ten of Hearts had officially begun.

Pushing every anxious thought to the back of your mind, you pushed through the door leading to the hallway, leaving Niragi's room behind you. Making your way carefully through the mostly empty halls, you found yourself in the lobby, picking up a phone and letting it scan your face. You briefly glanced at the girl lying in the middle of the floor, pausing briefly at the knife in her chest. Your head whipped towards the sound of dangerously familiar laughter followed by gunshots, the sound of bodies dropping echoing through the halls. "Niragi..."

It wasn't long before you saw his face, and your eyes met almost instantly. "Y/N, there you are! I thought you'd wait in the room!" Niragi had a grin you couldn't quite place on his lips, and for the first time, you felt an odd sense of panic as you looked at him. "... Niragi... What's going on...?" You barely got the words out before his laughter erupted, making you jump slightly. 

"Isn't it great, Y/N? I never would've dreamed the Ten of Hearts would be this much fun!" You took a step back before you even realized it, but Niragi noticed plenty. He moved his gun to the side, walking towards you with a confused look on his face. "Hey, what's wrong? I'll clear the game for us, you go back to the room." You couldn't do much else but look at him, almost as if trying to recognize him.

Niragi could sense the change in your eyes when you looked at him, tilting his head a bit, "What's that look for?"

His hand gently reached out, trying to tilt your face up to look at him properly when you stepped back suddenly, and Niragi then realized where he had seen that look before. His eyes went wide a bit, "No, no, no..." Echoed through his mind as his memories came to him.

The pouring rain as you ran into him in the alley, Haru just moments behind you. The fear, the reaction, it was all the same. The sight of you on the floor in the hallway in Niragi's shirt, looking helpless and scared as he mocked you and threw you to the side. The look on your face mirrored it all. Niragi quickly reached out, his hand barely brushing against your swim cover, "Wait!"

Feeling your heart start to race, you turned and ran in the opposite direction, your feet moving before you could comprehend what Niragi was even trying to say. You bolted up the stairs, hoping the floors above would prove to be safer. After several floors, you slammed into someone rounding the corner, stumbling backward and picking yourself back up hurriedly, fists raised in defense. You paused for a moment at the white jacket, your stance softening slightly.

"Y/N...?"

Chishiya couldn't believe his luck; finding you here like this so quickly. Without waiting for your response, he quickly pulled you into a tight hug, surprising you both. "... I'm glad you're okay." He swallowed the lump in his throat, his hand never leaving your arm as he pulled away, not bothering to look at the shocked look on your face. He pulled you along hurriedly, "Come on, quickly." He didn't wait for your answer as he tugged you along, keeping you close as he silently maneuvered through the halls, stepping over the littered dead bodies in his path.

Chishiya looked ahead, his eyes narrowing as he listened carefully, not realizing his hand had slid down to yours. He quickly crossed the hallway, pulling you into a room he knew hadn't been used in weeks. Closing the door firmly behind you, he finally dropped your hand and turned to you, "Are you alright?"

He tried not to let his shock show as you buried your face in his chest, hugging him tightly, your body nearly shaking. He awkwardly positioned his arms around your back, "... Stay here until I come back to find you, okay?" You forced yourself to pull away, wiping away tears you didn't realize had been falling. You nodded your head in understanding, sitting on the edge of the bed in the room.

With one last look, Chishiya turned and left the room, pulling the door firmly closed behind him. "I'll be back before you know it." He murmured to her through the door, knowing she probably couldn't hear it anyway. He pulled his hood up over his head, shoving his hands in his pockets. It was there when he felt them, nearly forgetting they were even there. Thirty-nine cards glided across his fingertips as he walked forward silently, for once having an odd sense of purpose in this excuse for a world.

The door ripped from the hinges, falling to the floor with a loud echoing thud. Niragi's eyes narrowed as he stepped in quickly, his boot overlapping his kick imprint on the wood. "Shit." You were gone. He rummaged through the room, checking the bathroom and closet, nearly screaming in anger when he couldn't find you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He yelled, throwing the desk chair across the room. The smoke from the basement was already reaching the higher floors of the hotel through the vents, and Niragi could feel himself running out of time.

He ran his hands through his hair, pacing back and forth in his room, his gun dangling from his shoulder. "Where is she? Where is she? Where is she?!" Niragi could've sworn he saw you walk past the room, bolting out and looking both ways down the hallway, his heartbeat starting to become rampant as he found nothing, no one in sight. He paced in the hallway, cursing himself for not going after you earlier.

Niragi just watched as you gave him that look, the look that mirrored your horror when he first met you, running from your stepbrother. He couldn't move his body to go after you as you ran from him, his feet frozen in the ground before he could think to react. The only thing on his mind now was finding you, and ensuring your safety. Niragi ran through the halls, his mind trying to form some plan of action as he stepped over the various bodies that were littering the halls.

He checked your room, the cafeteria, and even Kuina and Chishiya's separate rooms. The smoke was thickening through the halls, Niragi coughing in response. He cursed to himself, running towards the fire exit. He started making his way down until he stopped, turning and bolting up the stairs. The roof. He would be able to see you from the roof if you made it outside.

Pushing the door open, he hurriedly stepped out onto the roof, ignoring the various sounds of screaming from below. He grabbed his rifle, looking down through the scope to see if you were out already. His shoulders tensed when he heard the voice he loathed the most in the world.

"Looking for someone?"

Niragi turned his head, immediately turning the safety off his rifle, holding the grip of his gun firmly in his hand. Niragi's tongue traced his teeth in irritation, barely glancing at Chishiya.

"... Where is she?"

Chishiya stood there, his hands lingering in his pockets. "Not sure who you mean."

Niragi's voice boomed, "You know damn well who I'm talking about! Where the fuck is she?!"

Chishiya merely smirked, "Oh - You mean Y/N?"

Niragi pointed his rifle at him, taking a heavy step forward, his finger resting on the trigger.

Chishiya just shrugged his shoulders, "You'll never find her if you kill me."

He scoffed, nearly rolling his eyes, "Stop acting like you're fucking better than me. Did you really think she would pick you over me?" Chishiya stood there silently for a moment, not letting anything show on his face. But the truth was, he never thought about it. He just assumed it would all go according to plan, even if he had to adjust a few things he didn't account for.

"She belongs to me." Niragi held up his gun, ignoring the sight on the scope, smirking as he saw Chishiya react for once to his words. He lowered his hood, his face a mild scowl, "She doesn't belong to anyone." Niragi smirked, proud he finally found something that would irritate Chishiya as much as Chishiya irritated him.

"Is that why she's covered in my marks? Because she doesn't belong to me?" Niragi chuckled lowly, his eyes darting to the sudden movement of Chishiya's hands in his pockets, his full attention darting up as cards rained down, a sudden heat lashing out from a plastic water gun.

You couldn't help the burning sensation in your throat, the smoke leaking out from the vents. You thought about it carefully, coughing into your elbow, your eyes mildly burning from the fumes. Leaving the room, you left a note in case Chishiya happened to come back to look for you, telling him you were leaving. The gunshots had died down severely from earlier, so you figured it would be rather easy to get to someplace safer, even if the game hadn't been cleared yet.

Your attention turned to the window in the hall, looking down at the huge bonfire that reeked of human flesh as bodies were piled on top of bodies. You shuddered at the smell and sight, hurriedly making your way downstairs. You were just above the lobby floor when you glanced down at the lobby, staying tucked away behind the corner as you watched on. There was a young man in white, yelling at Aguni with a probably broken nose.

Scanning the crowd, your eyes found Kuina, but no Chishiya or Niragi. You thought about it worriedly for a moment, wondering if either went back to look for you. Your mind wandered to Niragi, wondering if he was safe, regardless of how much he reminded you of Haru in that brief moment, part of you understood. To be the one dealing harm instead of taking it was always a thought in the back of your mind as well.

Blinking rapidly, you pulled yourself out of your thoughts as a small group of people lifted the girl who had been stabbed, carrying her body over to the large fire burning outside. Within moments, the smoke from the basement and outside seemed to spark violently, the rooms starting to burn and decay around everyone. You quickly ran down the stairs, getting out of the building as the game clear announcement echoed through the empty halls.

You looked around hurriedly, ignoring the various shoves and pushes that came as others ran past you. Your eyes searched, your heart starting to beat loudly as fewer and fewer people started emerging from the building. Just as the panic started to build, you felt a hand on your arm, tugging you forcefully away from the burning building. You looked up, to see a focused Kuina pulling you along with her.

"Chishiya, I found her!' Your eyes looked around, steadying once you found white. "Chishiya...?"

He lightly jogged up to you both, his hands tucked away in his pockets. "Glad to see you made it out," he murmured, his face hiding away his emotions.

"Where's Niragi?"

Your voice was a bit hoarse from the smoke, but you figured if anyone would know, it would be Chishiya, the man who always has an eye on one thing or another.

Kuina looked from you to Chishiya, almost like she was trying to study Chishiya for a moment before turning away, her hand still firmly on your arm, almost in a consoling way. Chishiya's lips parted for a moment as he seemed to think, "... I would figure if he isn't already out here, then..."

You felt your heart drop to your stomach, your throat going dry as your eyes went blurry. "Wh... What...?"

Kuina's hand lightly squeezed your arm, keeping herself planted by your side as she gave you a sympathetic look from the corner of her eyes. She could relate to losing a loved one, even if they were a terrible person.

The three of you watched as the Beach burned, lighting up the sky brightly. Your hand was lodged securely in Kuina's, her thumb softly stroking the backside of your hand. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the fire, looking at every discreet movement, every flame that lashed out a bit too far. The words echoing around you didn't make it to your ears, the only thing you could hear was your heartbeat and the overwhelming voice in your head asking you the same question over and over again, "Why didn't you try harder?"

As the dawn rose above the horizon, the last three standing on the hill decided to move on. Kuina kept herself at your left, with Chishiya mirroring her on the right of you. His fingers briefly brushed against yours, grabbing your attention. "... Are you ready?"

His voice was oddly soft, making Kuina's shoulders tense, sparing him a quick glance as you answered, your voice still hoarse. "Y-yeah... I'm ready..." You wiped your face, the tears streaking the ash that gently coated part of your cheeks.

Kuina couldn't help but linger for a moment on Chishiya as you and him started walking forward. She narrowed her eyes for only a second, her hand clenching into a fist briefly, angry at Chishiya but proud of herself for finally figuring out his body language. He knew where Niragi was, and if he was alive or not. 

A loud groan echoed through the rubble of the Beach, various burnt boards moving to the side as he groggily stood up, the pain shooting through every fiber of his being. His eyes opened, his vision mildly blurred by the popped blood vessels in them. He looked around, groaning with each step he took, the agony almost making him forget what he was looking for.

Niragi looked up at the rising dawn, his body burning, pain shooting across every bone and muscle. "Y/N... Y/N?!" He screamed out, his eyes casting over the rubble, looking for any sign of you. He grabbed at his side, the raw flesh stinging with every movement. "I'm coming, Y/N... I'm... coming..." He said groggily, limping out of the rubble, dragging himself forward, only one goal on his mind; to find and protect his world.

AN: Thank you so much for reading this far! I appreciate every single repost, comment and like that have kept me going this year. This is the end of "The Pain Before", which captures season one. The aftermath will follow shortly! Please continue with your support, and please look forward to "The Mending After", part two!

[xoteajays]

warmth

ship: niragi suguru x aguni sister!oc (aguni makina) word count:  ~1,100 words tags: sfw, established relationship, touched starved!niragi, bed sharing/sleeping together (literally). summary: niragi runs cold and hates feeling cold. luckily, makina runs hot and he's one of few people that can get closer than arm's length to her. together, they find both an equilibrium and peace in each other's company. author notes: wanted to try out makina’s new name and wanted to write something fluffy since niramaki are having a bad time in their current game in-fic.

** reblogs, likes/kudos, and comments appreciated!!

Niragi has always run cold. For his whole life really. Something about having bad circulation a doctor had told him once. He’d never bothered getting checked for any deeper reasoning behind it, just dealt with numbness and pins-and-needles and the chill. The cold is the worst part. It’s why he hates winter; he hates the oppressive cold, hates feeling so cold even when he’s completely bundled up. 

Summer is better. The warm cast of the sun on his skin, the heavy heat in the air. He’ll take sweating over shivering any day. In the Borderland, it’s a permanent mid-July summer. Being at the Beach only emphasises it with all the people walking around in swimwear, jumping in the pool, playing that annoying playlist again and again every night. 

Makina, Niragi quickly realises, is his opposite. She runs hot. A desk fan runs on an endless swivel in her office. He watches sometimes as she gathers her hair up away from her sweaty nape or flaps her shirt against the heat. When she touches him - a hand brushing against his own or cupping his face into her palm - he notices how warm her skin is. 

Every chance he gets, he tries to drink in the heat of her. She never complains about how cold his hands are when he reaches for her, when he drags her in and fits her in his lap, when he slides his hands under her shirt and smooths them up her back. In fact, she’s more likely to complain that he’s distracting her from her work but she doesn’t pull away. 

There’s no need to worry about work tonight though. Somehow he’s managed to convince her to take the night off, or at least not spend the whole night in her office pouring over her own notes to do work for people who don’t appreciate it nearly enough. 

Not many people are granted invitation to Makina’s room. Niragi is one of the lucky few - or rather the lucky two. Her brother is the only other person Niragi’s ever seen enter her room, not even Hatter is allowed such easy access. Also lucky is that Aguni is nowhere to be seen tonight as Niragi approaches her door, rapping his knuckles on it. A specific drumming pattern is she knows it’s him. 

“You’re here,” she answers as she opens the door with a casual smile, letting him inside. Dressed down, she wears a shirt that hangs slightly too big on her frame and shorts; the wide collar of her shirt exposes the soft lines of her collarbones that his eyes lock onto. She’s so adamantly against the swimwear rule that within the confines of her room is the only place she dresses so casually. 

She steps back as he walks in. He closes the door behind him, then reaches out for her. His fingers slide along the line of her jaw, slipping under her ear to tangle in the strands of her hair. Makina stares back at him, warm brown eyes, soft expression. No one else looks at him like that. He draws her in, kisses her smoothly. She trails her hand up his chest, her slightly-calloused fingertips slipping beneath the unbuttoned collar of his shirt. 

They find an equilibrium together, aided by a certain similarity: the fact that neither of them liked sleeping alone. 

Makina had mentioned once that she and Aguni had shared a room for a lot of their childhood, mainly due to the lack of other options. Now she finds it hard to sleep without the presence of someone nearby. Niragi didn’t have a sibling, he’d never had to share a room, but since high school, he had found that he’s more likely to have nightmares when he sleeps by himself. To no surprise, many of his nights had been riddles with nightmares - until meeting Makina. 

They draw slowly apart. Niragi presses kisses against the beauty spot near her mouth, to the apple of her freckle-spattered cheek, to the starting end of an old scar near her temple. He hears her chuckle, her fingers pull on the lapel of his shirt. She slips from his grasp, his fingertips running along her jaw and off the tip of her chin as she steps away. 

Niragi leaves his shoes by the door, next to her scuffed-up sneakers. She sits on the bed, waiting for him, picking up the book she’d been reading to set it aside on the bedside table, a bookmark set between the page. He rids himself of his jeans, loosens the buttons of his shirt and the ones at his cuffs, then finally pulls the elastic from his hair, looping it around his wrist before ruffling his hand through the freed strands. 

As he collapses onto the free side of her bed, she reaches over to run her fingers through his hair and he feels himself relax, tension loosening. He exhales, like he’s been holding his breath for so long and finally got the chance to breathe properly again. Shuffling, he swings an arm around her, pulling her closer until she’s lying down with him. 

She fumbles a hand out to one side, finding the lamp to click it off, throwing them into comfortable darkness. His hand slips over her side, fingertips sliding over the bare inch of skin between the waistline of her shorts and the ridden-up hem of her top. He moves in closer, pressing his face into the curve of her neck. She smells lightly of jasmine, sweet and floral. 

“You’re so warm,” Niragi mumbles against her collar. 

He feels the rumble of her small chuckle. She runs her fingers through his hair again, following the curve of his skull, her blunt nails gently tracing over his scalp. He tucks his hand under her shirt, smoothing his palm up her spine. Hand settling between her shoulder blades, he can feel her heartbeat. 

“What were you reading?” he asks. 

“Old mystery novel,” she says, “University students on Tsunojima Island, grisly murders, a real whodunnit. It’s good.” 

He hums quietly, acknowledging he’d heard her but his eyes are already starting to flutter closed. Her choice of book isn’t surprising, he knows she likes details, enjoys piecing them all together until the puzzle becomes clear. He wouldn’t be surprised if she’s already figured it out the twist with half the book still left to read. 

They shift around to get comfortable, not a difficult feat since the 'deluxe' suites are well-worth the title for the beds alone. Makina lays on her back, Niragi noses under her soft jaw. His mouth brushes the side of her neck. He tucks in close to her, his cheek drops against her collarbone. Her arm curves around him, twisting strands of his dark hair loosely around her fingers. 

He falls asleep there, listening to the soft sounds of her breathing and heartbeat, engulfed in her warmth and the light scent of jasmine on her skin. 

[sanb3rry]

hi hi hi can i please request a kuina (aib) x reader fic where kuina does the readers make up🙏🙏

kiss and makeup !

in which you let your darling gf practice her makeup on you.

cw : ooc! kuina, set after leaving borderland, typos (maybe)

kuina glanced at you through the mirror as you were sitting on the bed and scrolling on your phone.

"can i do your makeup?" she looked at you with bright eyes.

"what? you want to do my makeup?" you looked back at her and saw her nod her head. "alright" you sighed.

you got up and sat on her vanity's chair. "hm, i think this shade would look good on you, what do you think?" she said referring to the lipstick shes holding.

"if you think so, it probably would." you hummed. she giggled as she turned the chair. "you're so pretty." she smiled.

you could feel your face getting hot, "thank you." you whispered. "you're welcome, pretty." she replied as she got done with applying the lipstick.

"it does look really good shade on you." she mused. you picked up an eyeliner, "you think you can put this on me?" you asked.

"ooh! yea." she sat on your lap and winked, "for precision." she said and took you eyeliner from you.

you were trying to not explode from how your face was to yours, also doesn't help that she's so pretty.

you glanced at her lips once,

twice,

thrice,

"do you wanna kiss me that badly?" she chuckled.

"you noticed?" you sucked in a breath as she moved closer, your lips so close to hers. "yea." she said and kissed you. the eyeliner had been long forgotten as she put her arms around your shoulder and pulled you closer.

she tasted like cherries, you thought. it felt like minutes had gone by before she pulled away. "your lipstick is smudged." she giggled as she uses her thumb to fix it.

"i dont mind." you replied breathlessly as you put your head on her. she played with your hair, and in that moment you knew that you really really liked her.

© sanb3rry2023

[airbendertendou]

not sure if you write for him but if so can I request 67 for niragi (aib)? any theme is ok!

first meeting number 67 + niragi

"SO YOU KEEP ME SHARP AND TEST MY WORTH IN BLOOD."

it wasn't supposed to go this way. a clubs game was supposed to be easy ; you were all supposed to live. but, here you were, friendless and alone. you let out a choked sob and keep running, knowing you'd die next if you stopped.

with a thud, you fall to the floor. on top of you is a pierced guy, eyes wide and calculating. he pants, "we need to move."

now teamless, you listen to the stranger. you grab his wrist, leading him right instead of left. "bad down that way."

you pant as you press your back to the wall behind you, eyeing the dark hallways. your mental map was failing you, unable to tell you where was safe and where you'd find danger. you look to the man, "any ideas?"

he holds out the rifle he'd been carrying, "go out guns blazing?"

you laugh quietly, grin pointed to the floor. "we'll keep that as a back-up, okay?"

niragi slowly lowers his weapon. truly, he thought it'd be easier to get rid of you - be the only survivor and the only winner. now, though - he wanted to hear you laugh more. wanted to see the way your smile truly looked, with proper lighting.

he gulps before nodding, "you have any ideas, then?"

"well," you let out a huff. pointing up to the ceiling, you shrug. "we haven't tried that way yet."

——♥︎—— i never know how to write niragi lmao so i hope this was alright <3

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[nessinborderland]

I started writing fanfiction because of you but dip in and out of it now because it's so hard to do that kind of thing consistently! You do a great job!

How about something angsty with Banda/Reader like 20 minutes before he gets arrested or something?

Aww thank you 🥹💖 that really means a lot, because I honestly think I'm shit at consistency, especially when it comes to posting fanfic.

And thanks for the prompt, love it 👀 it turned a lil bigger than intended lol

This had to be a nightmare. That, or part of a very sick and very twisted, cruel prank.

Your Saturday had started just like any other. It was just a normal day, where you spent your time catching up with your husband and making love, and watching shows. Just existing. You loved Saturdays. But then night came and with it came the police, knocking on your door and asking for your husband before eventually cuffing him and accusing him of the murder of four women.

Murder, of all things.

Your husband wasn’t a murderer. He was sweet and kind and one of the best people you could have in your life. Not once in your dating or married life had he ever given you any signal of being anything less than good.

Now seeing him like this, dressed in a grey jumpsuit and handcuffed to a metal table… it didn’t even look real.

"Please tell me it's not true."

He said nothing, cold brown eyes looking into yours as he raised a brow in response. You had been in this room with him for five minutes, and that’s all he could give you? No ‘I’m sorry’, no ‘I’m innocent, this is a mistake’, no nothing?

Your breathing shuddered as you tried not to erupt into tears. You had to keep your cool right now, no matter what.

"Sunato... did you- did you do something to those women?"

He let out a sigh before finally saying, "Ask me what you really want to ask."

You didn't have it in you to say the words. Not right now, not with the photos of the crimes so clear in your mind. You had seen the vacant eyes, the bloody skin, and the marks left on the lifeless bodies of young women that your husband had supposedly killed. No, not supposedly; there was too much evidence. He had confessed. He was guilty. You knew he was. But you had to hear him say it.

"Did you murder them?" you asked in a whisper, looking into his eyes. Eyes that looked like bottomless pits of darkness, so empty of the warmth and love that used to be directed at you. But not now.

You wondered if these were the eyes that those women had seen before he made them bleed to death. A shiver ran through you at the thought.

"Do you think I murdered them?" he asked instead.

"No!” you shouted with a slap on the metal surface, hands trembling as you fisted them under the table. With a deep breath, you begged, “Don't play games with me right now...."

An eternity seemed to pass by before he said the words you were dreading to hear.

"Yes."

Who knew that such a simple word could crumble your world?

You couldn't stop yourself from letting out a sob then, covering your eyes with your hands as fat tears streamed down your face. You could almost hear your heart break in two. How could he have done this? How could he confess such sins to you in such a calm tone, like you were the stupid one for not noticing it in the first place?

His next question made you wonder if he could read your mind.

"But you knew, didn't you?"

"I- what?..."

"You knew," he repeated. "You just chose not to believe it."

"How could you say-"

"You caught me washing blood off my clothes so many times,” he said with a shake of his head like he couldn’t believe you. “The nights I got home late, the scratches on my arms… C'mon, love, you are many things, but you're not dumb. You knew what I was doing before anyone else did."

"No, I-"

You had no idea. Of that, you were sure. Yes, you had seen him wash his clothes, and seen the scratches on his skin, and wondered about the late nights… but you had just shrugged it off as normal occurrences. You had never seen any blood, nor you ever had any reason to suspect him of doing anything foul. Cheating? Yes, that had crossed your mind, but never murder. But weren't the signs there? You actually didn’t know, or did you just choose not to see what was in front of you all this time?

"No,” you vehemently shook your head, face contorting as more tears streamed down your face. “I didn't know, you can't possibly believe-"

"If that's what makes you feel better, so be it," he said with a shrug. “But you can’t fool me, love.”

Somehow, those words hurt more than anything else. This man in front of you wasn't your husband. He was a stranger, a twisted version of the man that had been the love of your life since you were a teenager.

You never thought you could hate him as much as you loved him.

"Why did you do it?" you asked after another moment of silence.

"Because I could."

You let his words sink in. Then, another thought crossed your mind, this one making the blood in your veins run cold.

"Ever thought of… of doing the same to me?"

The smile he gave you was enough for you to know the answer.

"You were supposed to die on the first time we met," he started, gaze far away as he remembered, a mock of a fond smile on his lips. "I had it all planned out. You were supposed to be my first actual kill. But then I just," he paused there, letting out a long sigh before locking his gaze back on yours, "I just really liked you, I guess."

You didn't know what to say after his confession. You wanted to scream and cry, hit him until he was dead and bleeding, and make him regret not killing you in the first place. But you couldn't do that to the man you still loved.

So, you stood up and signaled the guard right outside the door. Without another glance at your husband, you walked out of the room, hesitating when you reached the threshold.

"Was it ever genuine?" you asked without turning to look at him. "Did you ever love me?"

A chuckle sounded behind you.

"No," he said, "Not in the way you want me to love you."

[niki-phoria]

信じられるのは君と居るからなんだ / forever, be my pride

pairing: arisu ryohei x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: hurt comfort word count: 801

notes: cw panic attack (thankfully) haven't had a panic attack in a while so apologies if the depiction is inaccurate, not super romance centric but it's there, arisu is thinking of karube if that wasn't clear, wish they had talked about his grief more :// he really went through so much, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from &TEAM - aoarashi

summer announces its arrival with rising temperatures and uncomfortably sticky air. the overwhelming heat is only made worse by the beach’s many partygoers. they rub elbows with those around them randomly, dancing along to whatever bass boosted song filters through the air or drinking whatever is being handed out at the bar. 

ARISU RYOHEI anxiously circles the edges of the party, searching for a somewhat quiet place to sit. the crowd becomes a blur as he wanders. 

slowly, he finds his way towards the center, finding a seat on a nearby pool chair. the edges are tattered and frayed; the previous off white colouring has been stained a shade of pale yellow after months of continuous use. it sags beneath arisu’s weight but remains steady after a moment. he takes a deep breath. the weight pressing down on his chest feels extra heavy tonight. his head spins. 

arisu’s eyes scan throughout the crowd. usagi tugs at the sleeves of an orange jacket. another woman - kuina, if he’s remembering it right - sits beside her on their own beach chair. kuina rolls a faux cigarette between her fingers as they talk. 

his eyes catch on a group of men next. they’re fully clothed - a sight that almost shocks arisu for a moment. one man sneers at him through the crowd. he’s carrying a rifle on his back. or maybe it’s a machine gun. arisu can’t quite tell. 

he’s quick to avert his gaze, searching through the crowd for anything else. anyone else to keep his attention away from the danger he’s somehow found himself in. and then there’s a nearby flash of orange. or maybe yellow? it’s too dark. too crowded. his heart skips a beat. 

a sinking feeling settles into his chest. bile rises in his throat, but he’s quick to swallow it down. arisu’s fingers curl into fists. his nails dig into his palms. he scrambles to his feet, pushing his way through the crowd until he’s back inside of the hotel once again. 

arisu races through the halls until his lungs begin to burn. he runs until he can’t breathe; he runs until he reaches the end of the hallway at least twice. arisu’s heart races in his chest as he struggles to force a nearby door open, wandering into the darkness. 

every hotel room looks identical to the last. the locks have all been disabled - both an assurance by hatter that everyone is welcome and a way for the martial sect to keep tabs on everyone. 

arisu’s breath catches in his throat. he all but throws himself onto the edge of the bed, curling into himself. his hands tremble as he buries his head into them. arisu runs his hands through his shaggy hair, pushing the strands away from his teary eyes in the process.

“arisu?” he can feel your touch before he sees you. you hesitantly rest a hand on his bare leg, just above his knee. your skin feels cool against his overly warm skin. “hey, arisu.” your voice is louder now. you furrow your eyebrows, rising up a little from your crouched position below him. 

arisu chokes. his chest burns. he isn’t sure any of the air he’s desperately trying to breathe in is reaching his lungs. 

“arisu.” your hands are on his face now, cradling his cheeks between your hands. your thumb swipes away a tear he hadn’t realized had fallen. his unfocused gaze barely meets your own. “just look at me, okay? take a deep breath.” 

arisu squeezes his eyes shut. he wills himself to listen to the sound of your voice, doing his best to follow your instructions. deep breath in. pause. deep breath out. repeat.

time seems to slow. for a moment, everything moves in slow motion. all of arisu’s senses feel heightened. he can feel his racing heartbeat in his chest. the tears stinging at his eyes. the lingering pain from how harshly he dug his nails into the palms of his hands. and you.

your hands wrapping around his shoulders, tugging him into a hug. your hand rubbing against his back as he slowly begins to calm down. your voice whispering sweet nothings in his ear. you.

“it’s okay,” you murmur. “i’m here. it’s okay.” 

and for once, arisu believes you. 

he allows himself to collapse against your chest, throwing his own arms around your waist. he buries his face into the crook of your neck. sobs rack through his body. “thank you,” he mumbles. arisu’s eyes flutter shut as you continue to brush your hand through his hair, gently smoothing out any tangles and scratching your nails against his scalp. you remain silent, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against the crown of his head. arisu leans into the feeling. his grip around your waist tightens. “thank you.” 

[exepolars]

aib hcs

1. usagi's fave colour is orange. brilliant sunset orange, the kind she'd see and breathe in when sitting at the top of a mountain. she remembers her father in that light the most, his smile lines deep, crooked with love as he looked to the dying sunrays.

2. arisu's favourite colour is blue, a plunging and open sky ripe with freedom. it makes him think of the infinite possibilities of life, of moving forward and stepping into the azure future. he thinks of giving up less and it reminds him of hope.

3. chota has an addiction to tetris. he's constantly on the leaderboards, either tapping away on his phone or shirking off work on the computer. it's terrifying to watch him play. when he's playing, it's like the world becomes fuzz. karube once broke into his apartment bc he was knocking and chota wasn't responding.

he didn't even realise someone was behind him until karube grabbed his phone and chota screamed. his fear of the intruder was secondary to him losing his full clear streak, he admitted. they tease him a lot about it.

4. kuina has a butterfly tramp stamp on her lower back. she got it early on in her transition, and it was a moment of rash impulsion she sometimes regrets. in the borderlands, there were more important things to do than to be embarrassed of it, but in normal life, it's strange.

the first time ann sees it, she doesn't think much of it. as kuina and her become more comfortable with each other, she feels the urge to reach out and trace it growing — but she tries tucking that want away, no matter how it tries to take flight.

of course, the butterfly represents get metamorphosis as a trans woman.

5. sometimes when arisu falls into deep grief as he blames himself for his friends' deaths and usagi knows words can't reach him, she offers his hand and he squeezes for as long as they need.

6. because chishiya worked at the hospital pre-borderlands, he used to take breaks out the back. he tried smoking, but it never stuck. there were often stray cats in the alley who would peer at him curiously. as cat laws go, of course, they love anyone who seems disinterested, and they would roll on their bellies for pets.

sometimes he'd oblige, and the cats would push their furry heads into his hands. mostly he'd just stare and ignore them until they tottered away.

after the borderlands, the cats were still there, of course. he opens his hands for more pets these days. there's a certain trust in their eyes that says, i understand you too. if on their monthly checkup to his apartment to make sure he's not being a hermit, arisu and the crew spot an extra friendly meowing creature drinking from a bowl of water near the kitchen, he'll deny any accusations of adoption.

[hoodedchishiya]

Go ahead

(Working my way through questions so why not torture myself with more~)

~Chishiya ♦️

word prompts compilation

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

ADD ++ FOR REVERSE

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

[ sleepy ]  for  my muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  your muse

[vipvesper]

tatta dating headcanons

pairing: tatta kōdai x reader

contains: silly romance, spoilers for aib, character inaccuracies whoops, physical and g4n v!ol3nc3

you and tatta met during tag, 5♤!

he was freaking out, crouched behind a wall as he was being shot at, and you were rolling with arisu’s gang

arisu scooped him up, and stuck him with you

after your visa was issued, you hung with him for no reason other than “he makes me laugh.”

together, you two were somehow recruited to the beach! how romantic

bustling days were spent in eachother’s company, you occasionally helping tatta repair cars

he loves to teach you about car parts and repairs! he thinks its cute when you ask questions about what makes a car work and how to fix it

plus working together on something that matters to him makes his heart flutter

he also likes to feel useful!

tatta himself, though he’s cautious, can be rather curious

if you mention a hobby of your from before the borderlands he’ll ask you questions until he knows everything about it

like a sport? tell him every position, every great player!

like an instrument? tell him each fingering and your favorite song to play!

soon enough, he asked you to be his partner (to which you agreed <3)

when other people check you out on the beach, he gets rather envious, but knows he can’t do anything about it

sometimes he wonders if he’s good enough to be with you

being with you, he’s gotten pretty good at communicating how he feels

one night, after a game, he opened up to you about his emotions and it was so worth it!

you peppered his face with kisses—which he has grown to adore)—and assured him that he was absolutely 100% good enough

he likes to braid your hair

no reason, he simply likes the motion

very rarely, kuina will teach him a new type of braid, and he’ll keep trying until he gets it right

after the 10♡ game, he decided that he would take a bullet for you any day

a/n

ok guys… saying a fic would be out soon was a lie. that was 5 months ago. since then i’ve entered many many new fandoms, so there’ll be headcannons and drabbles for them as well! i hope so, anyways.

tatta isn’t the character i’ve decided to latch to in aib, so these might be a little iffy. watch out for chishiya 😛

[changbokkii]

Valentine’s Library

Hello this is my master list and I hope you enjoy all my stories!

Request list !!

( 🎀 ) - fluff. ( 🤍 ) - angst.

( ⭐️ ) - smut. ( 💗 ) - comfort.

( 🌷 ) - series.

*****

Stray kids shelf

Ot8 — NSFW! Twt links! ( ⭐️ )

Bangchan — DILF! Chan headcannons (pt 1) ( 🎀 ) ( ⭐️ ) ( 🌷 )

Lee Know — COMING SOON

Changbin — COMING SOON

Hyunjin — SUB! Hyunjin drabble ( ⭐️ ) ( 🎀 ) ( 💗 )

Han — COMING SOON

Felix — COMING SOON

Seungmin — COMING SOON

I.N — How long is forever (pt. 1) ( 🎀 ) ( 🤍 ) ( 🌷 )

Alice in borderland shelf

Chishiya — My crazy boys (pt. 1) ( 🎀 ) ( 🤍 ) ( 🌷 )

Dating chishiya shuntaro ( 🎀 )

Kuina — “You’ll be okay” ( 🎀 ) ( 🤍? )

Ann — COMING SOON

Niragi — My crazy boys (pt. 1) ( 🎀 ) ( 🤍 ) ( 🌷

Arisu — COMING SOON

Usagi — COMING SOON

Tata — COMING SOON

Other — AIB Sfw alphabet ( another one coming soon !! ) ( 🎀 )

[misayani]

MISAYANI'S RULES — DO NOT BREAK .ᐟ

do not interact ... if you're any of the following .ᐟ

misogynists, racists, homophobes, niragi enablers

ᯓᡣ𐭩 what i will write

any genre ... fluff, angst, suggestive, smut, & drabbles. mostly female characters x female reader. limited dark content. usually sub!f!readers when paired with women. male characters x female reader. g!p female characters. 

kinks i don't mind writing ... everything is consensual .ᐟ

brat taming, breeding, size / bulge, somnophilia, free use, bondage, voyeurism, exhibitionism, breath play, knives / guns, dumbification, three / four somes, squirting, creampies, praise / degrade, overstim, humiliation, semi-public / public, recording, anything that's not on: what i will not write.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 on thin ice 

mommy / daddy kink, g!p reader, cheating

ᯓᡣ𐭩 what i will not write — limits

male readers, dubcon / noncon, sa, pedophilia / ageplay,  rape, scat, incest, anal, a / b / o, aib niragi

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖  note

if my work is tagged as nsfw / smut, do not take it lightly. beware of what you read, i do not control your internet consumption !!!