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thepencilnerd · 3 months ago

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Summary: No one could imagine a more cunning or manipulative player than Shuntaro Chishiya—until he meets you. complete fic on my ao3 here <3 Word Count: 3.8k Contains: Depictions of violence, unresolved sexual tension, emotional constipation

A/N: because I binge-watched Alice In Borderland in the span of two days and I am very late to the party (but never too late for self-indulgent fan service)

Chishiya spots you across the same floor, your black silhouette nearly lost in the shadows of the night. It’s only your movement that catches his attention, the dark outerwear a sharp contrast to his bright white jacket. You and he are the only players scouting from this vantage point, watching from above while the chaos brews below.

The night is eerily quiet—the calm before the storm, as they say. Your gaze locks onto his, and for a moment, time seems to freeze. Chishiya feels his heartbeat falter, a fleeting hitch he quickly tamps down.

Before he can fully process it, you’ve already vanished around a corner, just as a rain of bullets peppers the area behind you.

A boy’s voice echoes from below, frantic. "The only way to clear this game is to work together!"

Bullshit , you think.

There must be a reason behind the attacker's anchoring position, Chishiya muses.

Of course.

When you finally make your way to the safe room, you’re welcomed by four unfamiliar figures: the spree-killing horse, the brunette boy from earlier, a girl with a bob, and the blonde.

Chishiya strikes swiftly, the crackle of his taser breaking the stillness. The masked attacker crumples to the floor, their face hitting the ground with a muffled thud. You waste no time, stomping down hard on their wrist, sending the gun skittering from their hand. Before they can recover, you grab the weapon and fire a single round into the crown of their skull.

When you glance up, you catch the faintest trace of a smirk ghosting across the blonde’s face, but it’s gone just as quickly.

In the seconds that follow, the two other players in the room hastily slam their hands on the red buttons lining the walls.

GAME COMPLETE. CONGRATULATIONS WINNERS.

Turning around, a pair of wide eyes greets you.

“Thank you,” the boy finally speaks, addressing you and the blonde in a shaky voice.

You respond with a nod, glancing over at the girl and seeing her return the acknowledgement.

“Don’t mention it.” The blonde’s condescending tone from behind you is paralleled only by his burning gaze, locking onto you immediately. He almost misses seeing you slip something from the dead body into your pocket.

You feel his focus linger on you as you leave the room.

The night air is thick with tension, the distant cries from nearby arenas only amplifying the silence with each footstep behind you. You don’t bother turning around; you already know who it is.

Chishiya steps into your peripheral vision, his pace unhurried, like a cat stalking in the shadows. The forest buzzes with the threat of unseen dangers, but all his attention is locked on you.

"You didn’t have to kill him," he says, his voice casual, almost amused, as though discussing the weather.

You don’t stop walking. "You didn’t stop me."

A quiet chuckle escapes him, barely more than a breath. "True." His tone remains light, but there’s an edge beneath it, like he’s testing you, challenging you. "Still, you’ve got a certain efficiency. Impressive."

Your expression stays neutral. And yet, Chishiya’s presence beside you stirs something strange—a shared awareness, as if you’re both circling an invisible boundary neither of you are quite ready to cross—yet.

"You took something," he says, breaking the silence again, his voice calm but probing. His gaze stays forward, unreadable. "From the body."

You glance at him briefly, just enough to meet his eyes, which glint with curiosity under the moonlight. He’s trying to figure you out.

"And what if I did?" There’s a challenge in your voice now.

Chishiya’s smirk returns, faint but unmistakable. "Nothing. For now."

The tension between you tightens, pulling you closer in the silence. The game isn’t over. Not between the two of you.

As you continue walking, he trails behind, but soon loses sight of you in the dense trees. Shadows shift, swallowing you whole. He barely has time to catch his breath before a sudden force slams him to the ground, knocking the wind from his lungs. The disturbed soil and decaying leaves soften his fall, but his back still hits the earth with a solid thud.

Your knee digs sharply into his sternum, pinning him down. One hand tightens around his throat, not enough to choke him but enough to strain his breath. The cold, unforgiving edge of a blade presses against his cheek—a silent threat.

Chishiya’s indifferent expression makes your skin crawl, yet his stoic, unflinching gaze cuts through the moment like a dagger—piercing both hot and cold at once. Neither of you speak. It’s a game of cat and cat, both of you testing the other's resolve in this tense, silent standoff.

For a fleeting moment, he wonders if you can read each other’s thoughts.

You feel him gulp beneath your hand, his pulse quickening under your fingers. Both of his hands remain raised in surrender by his ears, calm, unwavering, and empty of any weapon or defense. His eyes flicker to the deep scar on your neck, lingering there for just a moment.

The air between you thickens. What feels like minutes pass in the span of heartbeats.

Without warning, you spring up and disappear into the night.

Chishiya stays on the ground for a moment, catching his breath. He sits up slowly, eyes tracing the path you took into the darkness. His chest rises and falls unevenly, the phantom cold of the blade still lingering on his skin. Silence wraps around him like a fog, but his pulse betrays him—racing, driven by more than just adrenaline.

For the first time in longer than he can remember, he feels something—a strange tug deep in his core, like something vital slipped away the moment you left. A curiosity stirs, mingling with the remnants of tension, a silent acknowledgment that this game isn’t over.

It’s only just begun.

Chishiya’s lips twitch into a faint smirk. Your piercing gaze and the scar on your neck are seared into his mind. He knows he’ll see you again. And next time, he won’t be caught off guard.

“You look like you have something on your mind.”

Kuina sits down across from Chishiya, her curiosity piqued as she watches him stare off into the distance. The evening air is still, a rare calmness settling over the Beach after a chaotic night.

Chishiya leans back, crossing his arms, a faint hum escaping his lips. “Just an interesting game tonight,” he replies casually, but there’s a lingering spark in his gaze that betrays more.

Kuina raises an eyebrow. “Must’ve been some game, then.”

“Perhaps,” Chishiya says, his voice smooth and unhurried. The rush of endorphins from the near-death experience still thrums faintly through his veins.

The cause? A player whose actions were as cunning and unpredictable as his own. The thrill of narrowing down their motivations felt like a puzzle finally worth solving.

His mind drifts back to the game, replaying each moment like scenes in a movie. The chaos, the desperate shouts, and the blaring alarms all felt distant—mere background noise compared to the razor-sharp focus he'd found himself drawn to. That focus was centered on one person.

You had been an anomaly from the start. There was a precision in the way you moved, calculated and unfazed by the panic unraveling around you. It was as if you thrived on the chaos, embraced it even, letting it fuel each step you took. While the other players were scrambling to find shelter or allies, you seemed to anticipate every move, predicting the patterns before they even unfolded.

And then, the moment that had truly hooked him: the kill. Cold, efficient, and executed without a trace of hesitation. You weren’t just surviving; you were playing the game in its purest form—adapting, evolving, always a step ahead. There was no hesitation in your actions, no unnecessary flourish—just the unyielding will to end a threat. It wasn’t just about self-preservation; it was about winning. And that’s what made you different.

Chishiya’s curiosity flared the instant your eyes met his in the aftermath. For the briefest moment, he’d seen a flicker of something—recognition, maybe even a hint of challenge. Like you were silently asking him if he had what it took to keep up.

It was absurd, really, to feel anything in the Borderlands beyond the mechanical urge to survive. But something had shifted tonight. For the first time in what felt like forever, the game had become more than a series of calculated risks and rewards: it had become interesting.

Chishiya’s gaze shifts back to the window where lights scatter the sky. His fingers tap idly on the armrest of his chair, a rhythm betraying the restlessness he tries to mask. He’s always prided himself on being detached, keeping emotions and sentiment far from his calculations. Yet here he is, preoccupied with thoughts that don't have a place in his carefully constructed logic.

"You're quiet," Kuina observes, her tone carrying a hint of amusement. "More than usual, I mean."

Chishiya’s smirk is faint, barely there. “Am I?”

She shrugs, leaning back in her seat. “You’ve been lost in your own head since you got back.”

Chishiya’s expression doesn’t falter, but there’s a slight shift in his demeanor—a barely perceptible sign of vulnerability, quickly smoothed over. “Maybe I’m just considering... possibilities,” he replies, the words coming slower than usual, as if he’s testing how they sound.

Kuina’s eyes narrow thoughtfully. “Possibilities, huh?” She tilts her head, studying him. “That’s one way of putting it. Or maybe… a person?”

Chishiya’s silence is uncharacteristic. He feels the pull to dismiss the notion immediately, to scoff at the idea of being distracted by a person, much less affected by them. But instead, he pauses. It’s enough for Kuina to catch on, her curiosity piqued.

“Interesting,” she murmurs, a teasing smile curling on her lips. “You’re actually thinking about someone, aren’t you?” When he doesn’t respond, she presses further. “It’s a girl, right? Did she do something to catch your eye?”

Chishiya finally meets her gaze, his own guarded but not entirely dismissive. “She’s... unusual,” he admits, the words coming out almost reluctantly. “Not like the others.”

Kuina arches an eyebrow. “Unusual how? Smart? Dangerous?”

“Both,” he replies without hesitation. “Efficient, focused. But there’s something else.” He uncrosses his arms, feeling oddly exposed, as though admitting to these thoughts makes them more real, more tangible. “It’s like she’s not playing the same game as the rest of them.”

Kuina studies him for a moment, then lets out a soft laugh. “You’ve got it bad,” she says, shaking her head. “I never thought I’d see the day you’d be drawn to someone for more than their utility.”

He scoffs, a ghost of his usual arrogance returning. “Don’t get carried away. I’m only interested because she might be useful.”

“Sure,” Kuina says with a knowing grin. “Keep telling yourself that.”

Chishiya falls silent again, but the truth gnaws at him. He knows it’s more than just her utility in the grand scheme of escaping this hellhole. It’s the way she challenges him—forces him to reevaluate his strategies and makes him wonder if there’s more to this game than just surviving.

He hates how that thought clings to him, even as he tries to push it away.

Chishiya shifts in his chair, feeling a dull ache radiate from his chest. He’s been operating on a different level since encountering you, and the physical reminder feels almost like an anchor to what he’s been trying to navigate.

He glances at Kuina, who’s still watching him with an amused expression, still probing. “You look like you’re plotting something.”

“Just considering my next move,” he replies, a hint of a smirk returning to his lips. “The game is full of variables, and I need to prepare for them.”

“Variables, huh? Is that what you call her now?” Kuina teases, leaning forward, her elbows resting on the table.

“Focus,” he snaps lightly, but there’s no real heat in his voice. Instead, his mind races ahead to the next game, and how he can draw you in, maybe even observe you more closely. He’s already picturing the scenarios—the players, the setting, the stakes.

What he really wants is a way to see you again. To understand the force that pulls him toward you, the complexity that makes you more than just another player. The anticipation churns within him, exciting yet unnerving.

“What if I made a move to recruit her?” he muses aloud, considering the prospect. “She could be an asset. If she operates outside the norm, that could change the dynamics of our strategies.”

“Or it could blow up in your face,” Kuina counters, her tone light but her gaze serious. “You’re not exactly known for your emotionality, Chishiya. What if she doesn’t want to play?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he replies, brushing off her concern. “I’ll figure it out. I always do.”

But the truth is, he knows that this isn’t merely about the game anymore. It’s about the way you make him feel—like a player in a game he thought he understood, now suddenly complex and exhilarating. Chishiya can’t shake the thought that if he wants to unlock the potential you represent, he’ll have to make a move soon.

He allows himself a moment of vulnerability, resting his chin on his hand as he reflects. “What if I want to see her again, Kuina? What if it’s not just about strategy anymore?”

Kuina’s eyes widen, clearly surprised by his admission. “Wow. You’re actually admitting you care.”

Chishiya rolls his eyes but can’t help the smirk tugging at his lips. “Don’t get carried away.”

“Sure,” she says, leaning back with a satisfied grin. “Just remember, sometimes the best strategies are the ones that come from the heart.”

With that, Chishiya’s mind drifts again, calculating and assessing. He’ll be ready for the next game. He’ll be prepared to take any risk to find you again, to unravel the mystery of what you truly are: a partner, a rival, or perhaps something more. As the night draws to a close, the shadows deepen, but a flicker of determination ignites within him.

He will see you again.

A few days have passed since the last game, but the adrenaline still courses through your veins, lingering like a ghost. You survived, but the victory feels hollow, overshadowed by the memory of the indifferent blonde boy who’s drawn you in more than you care to admit.

Your thoughts drift back to that game—its intensity still vivid in your mind. It was like no other you’d experienced, where survival felt more like a dance with death than a struggle against it. And he was at the center of it, moving through the chaos with a calculated grace that caught your attention long before you understood why.

It wasn’t just that he was calm under pressure. Plenty of players had nerves of steel. It was his indifference, the way he seemed detached from the dangers around him, as though nothing could touch him. Where others flinched or panicked, he merely observed, as if the unfolding chaos was a puzzle to solve rather than a life-or-death situation. That kind of control was rare in the Borderlands, and in some strange way, it felt like a dare, an unspoken challenge that made you want to test him, to see if there was anything that could shatter that composure.

You remember the moment you locked eyes across the chaos, the way the world seemed to fade into the background. It was brief, but in that instant, it felt like a silent conversation—an understanding that went beyond words. There was something sharp in his gaze, a spark of curiosity that mirrored your own. It was as if he was evaluating you, sizing you up just as you were doing to him. For a fleeting moment, you wondered if you were seeing a part of yourself reflected back in those cold, calculating eyes.

But it wasn’t just his composure or his gaze that drew you in. It was the way he acted in those crucial seconds when lives hung in the balance. While others scrambled to save themselves, he made moves that seemed almost playful, like he was toying with the danger rather than simply evading it. There was a thrill in watching him maneuver through the madness with an ease that bordered on arrogance, as though he was always three steps ahead of everyone else—including you.

And then there was the moment when the game ended. You had both survived, of course, but there was something in the way he looked at you afterward, something that lingered, a faint smirk that hinted he had seen more than you’d intended to reveal. It wasn’t pity; it was as if he recognized a kindred spirit, someone who understood the game on a different level. For the first time in what felt like ages, you felt truly seen.

That feeling unsettles you even now, as you sit by the fire, staring into the flames. It’s not that you seek validation in the Borderlands; you’ve learned long ago that the only approval that matters is your own. But there’s something about his quiet confidence, the way he seemed to acknowledge you without saying a word, that’s hard to shake. It makes you wonder if he was as unaffected as he appeared or if there was more beneath the surface, something hidden behind that cool exterior.

You clench your jaw, frustrated with yourself for even thinking about him this much. He was just another player—albeit a skilled one—and you’ve dealt with plenty of them before. But there’s a part of you that can’t ignore the way his presence lingers, like a splinter in your mind, a question that refuses to be answered.

Why did he make such an impression on you? Was it his composure, his intelligence, or the quiet thrill of crossing paths with someone who didn’t play by the same rules as everyone else? Or was it the way he seemed to see you in return, as if you were more than just a piece on the board?

You realize that you don’t know the answers—and perhaps that’s what’s most intriguing of all. There’s an unfinished quality to your last encounter, a feeling that your story with him isn’t over yet. It’s as if the game itself has drawn a line between you, daring you to cross it again.

You shake your head, trying to dismiss the thoughts that have become stubborn visitors in your mind. Why does he occupy your thoughts so much? Is it his calm indifference, the way he moved with calculated grace? Or is it something more that stirs a curiosity you can’t quite define?

Pushing the thoughts aside, you focus on your routine, an independent existence in the Borderlands, where survival means mastering skills few have the patience to learn. You've carved out a small camp nestled within the trees, camouflaged by foliage, a sanctuary of sorts amidst the chaos.

Every morning, you rise before dawn, the cool air biting at your skin as you check your traps. The gentle sounds of the forest waking around you are a familiar symphony, one you find solace in. You harvest small game—rabbits, birds, whatever you can catch—and meticulously prepare them, savoring the simple act of cooking over a small fire.

Hunting and foraging have become second nature. You collect wild herbs and edible plants, storing them in makeshift pouches crafted from scavenged materials. Each successful hunt reminds you of your resilience and strength.

But even as you focus on these tasks, your mind drifts back to him—the blonde boy from the game. The way his piercing gaze seemed to see right through you, as if he was calculating your every move. It’s unsettling yet exhilarating, a contradiction you can’t wrap your head around.

The sun climbs higher, and you take a break from your chores to wash your hands in a nearby stream, the water refreshing against your skin. As you splash your face, you catch your reflection in the rippling surface, a mix of determination and uncertainty staring back at you.

You spend the afternoon working on camp, reinforcing the makeshift walls and clearing away debris that threatens your space. But even as you work to distract yourself, you can almost feel his presence lurking at the edge of your thoughts, his smirk dancing on your mind like a memory that refuses to fade.

Eventually, you settle on a log outside your camp, a piece of driftwood you dragged from the riverbank. Pulling out your small notebook, you begin to sketch the maps of the Borderlands, noting down resources and potential hideouts. It’s practical, a way to keep your mind sharp, but each mark on the page feels like a tether to the games, to the players who dance around you like shadows.

You reach into your pocket and pull out the small, crumpled piece of paper you took from the body during the game. You’ve looked at it countless times since then, trying to make sense of the chaotic scribbles. It’s a series of numbers and symbols—coordinates, perhaps, or some kind of code. Whatever it is, it’s not immediately clear, and that only deepens your curiosity.

You flatten the paper against the rough surface of the log, comparing it with your sketches. Could it be a location in the Borderlands? A clue to something hidden or an upcoming game? The patterns don’t align with any familiar maps, but something about the markings feels deliberate, as though there’s a message buried within them. You trace the lines with your finger, committing them to memory, trying to see what the original owner had seen. What was so important that they’d die with it?

Your mind drifts back to the moment you took it. The blonde boy’s eyes had flickered towards you—just for a heartbeat—when you pocketed the paper. Did he know what it meant, or had he noticed the same curiosity in you that you now feel?

As you draw, memories of the game resurface: his calculated moves, his indifferent demeanor, and the strange thrill of standing against him. There’s something magnetic about his presence, something that both fascinates and frustrates you.

In the fading light of dusk, you close your eyes for a moment, letting the sounds of the forest wash over you. The call of distant birds, the rustle of branches—each note a reminder that you’re alive, that you’re here, navigating a world filled with peril and unpredictability. But still, the thought lingers. Will your paths cross in the next game, or will you remain a ghost in his memory?

With a sigh, you shake your head and return to your sketches, determination settling in your chest. It doesn’t matter. Yet, in the depths of your mind, a part of you yearns for that inevitable meeting, that chance to unravel the enigma that is the blonde boy.

As darkness settles over the forest, you tuck your notebook away, the images of your maps a promise of the journey ahead. Tomorrow will bring new challenges, new games to navigate. And if fate has its way, perhaps it will also bring him back into your orbit once more.

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aliceinborderlandsquidgame · 1 year ago

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Reward - AIB Boys HCS -

Summary: They save you during a game, so you reward them by giving them head 💋

Warnings: NSFW - MDI - +18 - Oral - Dub/Con with Banda -

Includes: Chishiya - Arisu - Banda Sunato - Tatta - Karube - Aguni - Kuzuryu - Niragi -

♤ Chishiya

He is amused till he starts to groan from the misstrations of your tongue around his dick.

Back at the game you would have died but he was there, maybe it was the adrenaline from it or seeing him covered in blood what made you feral for him, having to hold back till both of you got back to his room at the Beach.

Chishiya groans letting his head fall back against the wall, his hands going to your head to guide you. You are so sloppy tonight.

"Easy princess- you gonna make me come if you dont slow down"

He says easy but his body its out of it. His hips already moving using your mouth to reach his orgasm. Its not like you are going to slow down even if he asked. All you want from him right now is his cum into your mouth.

♤ Arisu

Baby boy its going to be a shy mess and tell you "you dont have to-oh fuck" as you cut him off taking him without further preparation.

Arisu was an angel in this hell place. Of curse you would reward him for saving you. It was an extra how sensitive he was when it came to you giving him oral. Your hand caressing his balls and pressing them making him moan and whimper.

He will try to control himself, really. But its too much. Soon he is a mess all over the bed, telling you to please keep going to not stop.

♤ Banda Sunato

Banda had ulterior motives to save you and one of them was this, having you on your knees for him while you suck him off.

He would still be fully clothed, only letting his dick out, hell you two may still be in the game arena.

"Cmon, you did not think you would not have to pay for it, right? I saved you this is the last thing you could do"

Its going to force all of himself down your throath without warning and groan at the feeling. He is the one in control now, using one hand to move your head up and down his dick, urging you do go faster.

"You must be a slut right? And you like this"

Once he cums he will pull your face close to his dick till his cum is coming out of your mouth.

♤ Tatta

Pretty boy is so proud of have saved you. And then you are pushing him on the back of the cars the beach has and getting between his legs. He is confused till he sees how you start to push his summer shorts down.

Is a blushing mess trying to tell you to stop, there is no need- then you start to lick him and he is gone. He groans and tells you how good your tongue feels and how much he had wanted you. Will beg to you to let him finish in your mouth, and tell you he needs to return the favor.

♤ Karube

The one who saved you because he loves you and never wanted something in return but wont denied the head.

In fact, its going to taunt you because of it.

"All i needed to do was save you and then I get you like this for me?"

Like this, being on your knees with only his shirt, so yes he has no shirt at the moment (just got out from the shower and now he is sure he will need a second one). Wont complain, will let you touch his body pulling down his swiming shorts and see you play with his dick till it gets all red and hard. Its going to push your head into it, he cant resist your mouth and its a bit of a dom so he may just use you since you are soo ready to give it to him.

♤ Aguni

He protects. Its his nature for these who he loves. When you two get back at the beach you are pulling him towards the shared suit The Hatter gave both of you. He is confused thinking you may want to shower first but no- he was so wrong-

He is actually a softie and will melt once your mouth is around him, will try to stop you but then will sucumb easily to your touches.

♤ Kuzuryu

This Man is TIRED AS HELL. The moment he moved to save you from your last game was pure reflex (and maybe love). So when he is back at the beach with you following him like a lost puppy he will ask what you want from him.

It ends with him back in his suit with your mouth around his dick and him spread on the bed. Wont try to push you away, he needs to release stress after all. Will tell you what to do, how to properly suck him, how to play with his balls...and when he cums he ends telling you to lay down so he can use your tits as his personal toys for a second round.

♤ Niragi - established relationship

If a group goes to a game with Niragi everybody knows only you would end being protected by him, why? Because he fucking loves you even if no one knows it or gets it.

The one who pulls you after the game to see if you ended hurt only to be suprised when you offer yourself right there. His suprise will soon fade away and turn into lust as he hold your head and groans your name, not caring if the others can hear him.

#alice in borderland #aib imagine #aib imagines #alice in borderland x reader #Chishiya x reader #arisu x reader #karube x reader #tatta x reader #banda sunato x reader #kuzuryu x reader #Aguni x reader #niragi x reader

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dreamwavesexploringreality · 5 months ago

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A NEW PERSPECTIVE

Chishiya x reader

Based on a request: Reader’s caught in rumours with Niragi while secretly with Chishiya.

"Where are you rushing off to, miss?" lamented a distressed Kuina as she rubbed the arm Y/N had bumped into moments earlier due to her hurried pace through the hallways of The Beach.

"Sorry, Kuina, I didn’t see you! Niragi told me to head down to the pool for a while. Apparently, it’s not too crowded right now, and I can enjoy some peace outdoors," Y/N replied, somewhat hurriedly.

"Oh, Niragi again…" Kuina’s feigned arm pain quickly vanished upon hearing Niragi’s name come from her friend’s lips. "You know I’m not too fond of him… But as long as my friend is happy, I’ll accept it!" she concluded with a smile on her face.

Y/N sighed dramatically. She was tired of constantly being paired with Niragi, but she had learned, through harsh experience, that it was impossible to change her friend’s mindset. Besides, it wasn’t entirely bad that people believed she was involved with the high-ranking militant. Y/N couldn’t deny the advantages it had brought her, like avoiding sleazy men with dirty intentions or gaining a certain prestige at The Beach.

Yes, it was true that she had felt somewhat uncomfortable at first, especially when she realized Niragi seemed to enjoy the confusion of others and took advantage of it to act more affectionate than usual: an arm over her shoulder, sharing his drink, or even referring to her as "his girl" in front of others. But Niragi was just Niragi, and Y/N knew it. She knew him since she could remember. She didn’t recall how that man, who was a boy at the time, had come into her life to stay, but suddenly he was in all her photo albums, and before she knew it, they were two young adults about to start college. Niragi had been her confidant, her friend, a shoulder to lean on… her everything. And she thought she had been that for him too.

It was a huge shock to find him in that place, almost by chance. After a particularly bloody game that had left her reeling from blood loss, Niragi appeared like a shadow in the darkness, and it wasn’t until a few days later, waking up in a comfortable hotel bed, that she recognized the man who had been part of her life for so many years. It didn’t take long for them to catch up, and surprisingly, Y/N understood, as no one else had, the character her friend had become fixated on playing. After all, she had been a close witness to Niragi’s darkest moments.

Everything seemed to be going well until a certain blonde crossed her path. Y/N had seen him wandering the hotel halls from time to time, even catching him a few times observing the world from the rooftop. He reminded her of a cat, that was the first thing she thought. Always so stealthy, so mysterious, as if he was constantly on a mission that he didn’t care about… but it wasn’t until that game that she glimpsed the nature of that man in all its glory. A strategic player, no doubt, confident, and even somewhat arrogant. His arrogance, however, had saved them that night during the sword game, and as amazed as she was by the man’s quick thinking, and somewhat shaken after her near-death experience, she couldn’t help but approach him.

Y/N remembered that night as the night when everything started. She introduced herself to him with a timid, blood-and-dirt-stained face and made sure to thank him for saving them all that night. She remembered how he looked at her, with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a shadow of unease in his gaze. Y/N would later learn that people at The Beach didn’t associate with him and that he was considered one of the best sword players around, known for successfully solving extreme mental challenges and never hesitating to sacrifice whatever and whomever for one more night of survival. He introduced himself as Chishiya.

She remembered how upset Niragi was when she told him, blushing and stammering, about her new friendship with the blonde. He had assured her that Chishiya wasn’t a good man, that he would take advantage and then discard her like a used piece when he couldn’t get any more out of her. Y/N ignored her friend’s warnings, and her relationship with Chishiya unexpectedly flourished.

The blonde man had never thought he would experience love in his life, let alone in a place like this. But when, later on, he saw Y/N’s life hanging by a thread in a game, he knew he couldn’t live without her and, indeed, against all odds, he was in love. Yet, going against what his heart longed to do, he never declared his feelings, driven by an irrational fear of rejection or a logical dread of losing her in that dangerous world. Even though they weren’t officially a couple, they had shared certain moments that they kept secret in the deepest corners of their hearts: conversations in their rooms late into the night, hands intertwined furtively, or even a few kisses on the cheek in the privacy of the dark. It was a tacit understanding between them: they knew they felt something for each other, but neither was willing to take the first step to clarify the situation. Y/N, in any case, didn’t think it was necessary; after all, they seemed to be fine as they were, and Chishiya thought the same. Until she was seen with Niragi.

Niragi knew about Y/N’s feelings for the other man long before Chishiya understood the closeness between the two. The rifle-wielding man did not hesitate to act when he noticed the frown on the blonde’s face due to his inexplicable proximity to Y/N. They were at the bar; Kuina and Y/N liked to enjoy The Beach’s party atmosphere from time to time, and although Chishiya didn’t share that sentiment, he had no choice but to join the party when he found himself alone in his room, unable to sleep and yearning for the presence of the woman who made him feel what he had never dared to feel. But when he went down to the pool, the scene he encountered couldn’t have been more different from what he had expected. There was Y/N at the bar, ordering a drink and unexpectedly close to the man he considered one of his rivals at The Beach. Chishiya watched with concealed surprise as Niragi smiled maliciously at him while crossing gazes, all the while putting his arm around the girl’s shoulders and whispering something in her ear, never dropping his seductive demeanor. Chishiya was about to approach under the pretext of ruining Niragi’s flirtation, pulling Y/N out of a potentially uncomfortable situation with the groping, intrusive man, but his intentions were thwarted when, to his horror, Y/N returned the smile to the pierced man, nodding at whatever he had said. Such proximity, Y/N’s comfort in that man’s arms… it couldn’t be faked, and as he was about to turn and leave, a somewhat drunk Kuina, clutching a drink tightly, approached him to deliver the final blow.

"Aren’t they adorable?"

Had Chishiya allowed himself to be more human that night, he would have gone to the bar to get drunk, which was what his senses were urging him to numb the unknown pain that had settled in his chest. But he wasn’t like that. Instead, he went to his room and decided that night to end the volatile situation between him and the girl.

That same night, Y/N couldn’t get Chishiya out of her mind, and no matter how much she danced with Niragi or Kuina, or drank a cocktail or two, the image of the blonde kept coming back to her thoughts. She decided, that same night, to end the indefinite situation between her and the man. And that was exactly what she did.

The morning after the party, still suffering from the consequences of alcohol and dancing, she showed up at Chishiya’s door. She knocked twice and waited, with her heart racing in her throat. For a moment, she thought about how bad of an idea it was, but before she could even turn around and run back to her room, the door opened. A half-asleep Chishiya stood in the doorway, cursing himself internally for not asking earlier who was knocking. When his brain told him that this was the moment to end everything and spare himself more pain, his arms stretched out, pulling the girl into an intimate and affectionate embrace, trying to communicate everything he didn’t dare to say aloud. And so, another day, their relationship stayed afloat, unspoken.

Y/N spoke to him that same morning, while they were having breakfast together in his room, about her closeness with Niragi. She didn’t explain the origin of their close bond, as Niragi had almost begged her not to disclose anything about their past. Chishiya swallowed all his questions and showed disinterest in the information Y/N was sharing, which was a relief for the girl, wrongly interpreting that the blonde didn’t mind or even care about her affairs with Niragi. That morning, however, she left Chishiya’s room wearing her characteristic white sweatshirt. He had insisted that she take it with the excuse that her bikini was wet and that if she got sick, she wouldn’t be able to perform well enough to survive the game that night.

Niragi couldn’t help but laugh when he heard his friend explain why she was wearing that garment, and a whole elaborate plan began to make sense in his mind as he realized it was the perfect opportunity to irritate the man he despised so much.

"Earth to Y/N…" Kuina

She was still standing in the middle of the hallway. "Weren’t you in such a hurry to see your 'friend'?" she said, making exaggerated quotation marks with her hands.

"Oh yes, I got distracted," Y/N said, snapping out of her thoughts.

"Go on! Don’t keep him waiting!" urged Kuina, almost pushing her out of the hotel.

Indeed, just as Niragi had assured her, there weren’t many people at the pool; it was the perfect time to lie on a lounge chair, relax, clear her mind, and let herself be carried away by the muted sounds of the hotel. But Niragi had a different idea. When he saw Y/N arriving, he was already in the water, aggressively pushing some of The Beach’s inhabitants aside to make his way to the shore.

"Where have you been? People are going to start arriving; it was much emptier before!" scolded the pierced man.

"I got distracted," Y/N apologized as she entered the pool, hissing from the temperature.

Niragi didn’t take long to approach her and wrap her in an embrace that, for everyone present, could easily be mistaken for an act of love and tenderness.

"Did you get distracted with that idiot?" the man reprimanded her.

"No, smartass. I was chatting with Kuina," Y/N replied.

"The blonde’s little friend… I don’t like her either," Niragi sighed.

"You don’t like anyone," the girl laughed.

"Only you," the man almost whispered with a mocking smile, bringing his face closer to hers in a flirtatious act.

Y/N laughed, pulling away from him and creating space between their bodies. No matter how much she cared for Niragi, she still felt uncomfortable with actions like that, so direct and invasive.

Suddenly, a flood of people arrived at the pool, accompanied by screams and shouts. Everyone seemed so happy; Y/N was still surprised by how deluded everyone was in that place. The pool quickly filled with moving bodies, splashing and spilling alcoholic drinks. With Niragi’s help, Y/N was able to leave the pool and get away from the crowd. Niragi closely followed her to one of the few lounge chairs that remained free after the sudden arrival of the Beach’s residents. He violently pushed away the man resting peacefully on the adjacent lounge chair. However, people kept arriving in droves until even lying on the lounge chair with her eyes closed was not enough for Y/N to relax. The place had become overcrowded in a matter of minutes, as if everyone at the Beach had sobered up at the same time and was flocking to get their new dose of happiness.

"Niragi, let’s go. I’m overwhelmed by so many people," Y/N declared, getting up from her spot.

"Alright, but know that if you had come earlier, this wouldn’t have happened," he reproached her.

They both got up and headed towards the pool exit, but it was more complicated than expected. Although Niragi barked at anyone blocking their way and pushed roughly against those who were too close, the crowd kept coming, and everyone seemed to be going in the opposite direction of where Niragi and Y/N were trying to move.

Given this, they should have anticipated the possibility of an incident. In a matter of seconds, a strong arm collided directly with Y/N’s side, causing her to lose her balance. The slippery and sticky floor didn’t help stabilize her, and the entanglement of feet and legs around her offered no secure grip. Within moments, Y/N found herself dangerously close to the pool’s edge. She braced herself to close her eyes and hold her breath, expecting the imminent contact with the water. However, it never came.

When Y/N reopened her eyes, she noticed a strong grip on her forearm holding her steady. With a pull, she was yanked away from the edge of the pool and brought closer to a firm, defined body. Y/N looked up from her position, pressed against his chest. Niragi.

"Are you an idiot? You almost threw her into the water! You’re going to regret this!" she heard the man roar at a young guy who had paled upon realizing who he had almost pushed into the water: Niragi’s girl.

Y/N turned her gaze to see the commotion in the crowd as people witnessed Niragi’s fury. Out of her peripheral vision, she saw a rather unsubtle and mischievous smile from her friend, just a few steps from the door. Kuina was holding a straw between her lips, which she seemed to nervously chew while suppressing her usual happy squeals. But what really surprised Y/N was the presence beside the woman. Chishiya stood with his arms crossed, wearing his usual sweatshirt, his brow furrowed.

Y/N didn’t have time to react when Niragi decided that those poor souls had had enough of his scolding and proceeded to drag Y/N, gripping her arm tightly, toward the exit and directly to the couple watching them, each with very different emotions displayed on their faces. Niragi advanced ruthlessly, passing in front of Kuina and Chishiya without noticing their presence. This was quite common for the man, as his rage clouded his mind when he was angry, making him oblivious to his surroundings. He would have continued dragging the girl behind him if not for a firm hand gripping his wrist. Niragi prepared to confront whoever dared to stop him when he realized who the culprit was. Chishiya had a tight grip on the man’s wrist, his knuckles starting to turn white. Kuina, beside him, looked on with evident surprise, while Y/N, still not fully recovered from the earlier scare, tried unsuccessfully to free herself from Niragi’s grip.

"Let her go," Chishiya growled in a low voice that Y/N had never heard before.

A sarcastic laugh escaped Niragi’s mouth, tightening his grip even more if possible.

"And why would I do that, huh?" he challenged.

"I know you know Y/N is mine—"

Kuina’s eyes widened, and she turned her head to look at Y/N with a thousand questions. Y/N, for her part, looked at Chishiya with surprise etched on her face. She felt her heart stop for a moment before it started beating even more forcefully and vigorously. She briefly wondered if she might have fallen and hit her head hard enough to be hallucinating. She snapped out of her daze when she felt Chishiya’s arm take her hand and pull her toward him. Niragi’s eyes filled with fury at seeing the other man’s gesture, and releasing his grip on the girl’s arm, he violently shoved the blonde man. Chishiya staggered slightly, surprised by the sudden attack but quickly regained his composure, lifting his head in a challenging manner.

Y/N acted quickly, stepping between the two men and separating them with a hand on each of their chests.

"Both of you, stop. Niragi, go. We’ll talk later," she said firmly.

Niragi looked at her incredulously, but when he met the girl’s determined eyes, he decided to comply, not without giving Chishiya a look of deep hatred and making a defiant gesture.

When Niragi had disappeared through the door, Y/N looked at Chishiya, who was already looking back at her.

"So, yours, huh?" she asked with a hint of amusement, trying to hide a slight tremor in her voice.

A small excited squeal was heard. Kuina. Y/N had completely forgotten that the girl was there watching. The girl and… all the people at the pool. Embarrassment coursed through Y/N’s body, and she pulled Chishiya towards the interior of the hotel, both of them entering the Main Lounge.

"Did it bother you?" Chishiya dared to ask. "The part about claiming you as mine…" he clarified.

"No," Y/N declared. "It’s just that I… wasn’t sure what terms we were on," she said, looking away from him.

The light touch of fingers on her chin made her look up, meeting Chishiya’s gentle gaze.

"Well, I guess now the whole Beach knows what terms we’re on," he whispered with a smile on his face.

Y/N felt the man bring his face closer to hers and involuntarily directed her gaze to his lips, moistening them in a spontaneous act. The next thing she felt was his lips meeting hers, moving in sync with special attention as he kept holding her chin carefully. She closed her eyes and let herself be carried away by the moment, which couldn’t compare even to her most vivid dreams. She savoured that instant as if her life depended on it, understanding that things were going to be different from then on, and a smile reflected on her face as she thought, for the first time since arriving in Borderlands, about the future. Of course, with her eyes closed, Y/N never saw the man watching with fury from the upper balcony of the lounge, nor did she see how Chishiya’s eyes briefly shifted to that place while a cynical smile appeared on his face. The message? Clear and concise: She was his girl, and he wasn’t willing to let anyone think otherwise.

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luvluu · 9 days ago

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I Love You, I’m Sorry… Shuntaro Chishiya

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A/N: heyyyy! English is not my first language so I’m sorry if you find any mistake😭 this is also like mi first post everrr… idk if someone is going to read tho.

Thank you for reading if you do!😭🩷

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Shuntaro Chishiya x reader

Angst💔

TW: killing, violence, betraying.

WORDS: 961

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You were part of the military. Aguni brought you in and since then, you were his right hand along with Niragi. Even if Niragi and you were both partners and spent almost half the day together, you never liked him, his desperate attempts to get you into bed were obvious and disgusted you just thinking about it.

Just because you were part of the military didn't mean you were like them. It was true that you were pretty much like the type of people in the group, but you also had your soft side, that side was the side that Chishiya knew, or at least it was the one you thought he knew.

You and Chishiya never got along, your personalities were too different. Your unabashed, outgoing and direct attitude clashed with Chishiya's, who was introverted, independent and above all analytical. You were like oil and water. You liked to tease Chishiya, to throw compliments at him until he got on his nerves and got angry with you, but one day it changed. You were sitting in the moonlight, hugging yourself and trying to get that incident where Niragi almost murdered you in cold blood out of your head.

Chishiya was walking by when he saw you sitting there. He stared at you and finally came closer. You tried to put on your side that never seemed to care about anything, but he already knew something was wrong.

"I knew from the first moment you weren't like them. Not to throw flowers at me, but I'm smart, you know? You can't fool me." It all sounds very cliché, I know, but from that moment on you and Chishiya developed a friendship (although he wouldn't call it that).

Time passed; days, weeks, months maybe, you weren't quite sure, but something else grew between you. Every time you talked to Chishiya you let your guard down, you felt protected with him and deep down, you began to seem important to him.

Eventually, the inevitable happened; first it was hand rubbing, then cuddling after games and it ended with a kiss, a kiss that meant too much to both of you, a kiss that turned into two and then three until you practically moved into Chishiya's room, and even though you weren't a couple it was only a matter of time before it happened.

You were never in favor of Chishiya's plan to steal the cards and even less so when Aguni became leader, but you knew there was nothing you could do to stop him from doing so, but the very day Chishiya got his hands on the cards, everything changed,

A game was set up on The Beach, “The Witch Hunt”. You were not in favor of killing people, you never were, but you knew that being part of the military, it was kill or be killed.

You cursed internally when Niragi, who was supposed to be shooting from the rooftop stopped shooting and you climbed up to the top floor thinking what an idiot the guy was. Chishiya didn't worry you, you knew he was fine, that he could defend himself.

“Niragi what the-?” you stood still as you watched Niragi's flaming body fall into the void and saw Chishiya with his back to you, holding a homemade gun and a riffle. You knew it was him: his hair, his white jacket, his smell, everything... “Chishi?” you asked, watching as he turned around to look at you. You approached him, but when you barely took a step, he raised his gun towards you. You frowned. “Chishi what?” You muttered, not being able to talk even, your head couldn’t think, you just looked at his eyes.

“We both knew” he spoke, you looked at him confused. “I think you are naive if you thought this would go anywhere.”

His gun raised to the level of your chest, he took a couple of steps closer.

"You're taking down The Beach. Don't get me wrong, not that I care, but you guys fucked up my plan. Big time."

Your eyes were already teary, because the person you loved was standing in front of you, pointing a gun at you and suggesting that nothing that happened between you was real.

“No...” you whispered with a broken voice, a tear falling down your cheek. “I'm not like them, remember?” You remembered him desperately, but you knew Chishiya. You lived with him and had shared moments filled with sincerity, and you knew him well enough to know that he was going to shoot, that now that he had come this far he wasn't going to put the gun down. “Please” You cried. Your gun was still in your hand, but you knew you couldn't shoot him, that you wouldn't be able to, because you'd rather die than live without him. “I love you”

“I love you” “I'm sorry” you didn't even notice any pain in his voice, you just felt the impact of a bullet in your stomach and you fell from the rooftop.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion. You saw Chishiya lean out to see you fall and then you felt the impact.

Chishiya turned around, unable to see you land against the ground. His gun fell from his hands almost instantly, but he didn't react. He simply raised his head and walked toward the rooftop door. He wasn't going to confess that he regretted it because he was a coward, he knew it from the moment he shot you just because he refused to love someone. He knew it from the moment he decided to kill you because he couldn't risk wanting to die for someone.

Shuntaro Chishiya was a coward, and you were someone stupid enough to fall in love with him.

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solitaryearthperson · 10 months ago

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Stop Being Selfless

Summary: Everyone knows to not bother Chishiya at night, but you are the exception.

(The reader is gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The race/ethnicity is preferably black/person of color.)

Y/N= Your Name

E/C= Eye Color

Loud pounding on a door was not something any person would want to hear late at night, especially Chishiya Shuntaro. Despite his outward appearance of always being calm and collected, his mind was constantly running with different schemes, theories, and suspicions about the many people who lived at the hotel. His only time to relax his mind is at night when he's alone in his room. And when he was laying down in bed, either sleeping or just relaxing, no one was allowed to bother him unless it was something drastically important. Even Kuina, who is one of the few people close to him, knew to not bother him late at night. This was something that the rest of the hotel residents just naturally knew, even if they hadn't formally met him before. That was just common sense.

So the loud, frantic pounding on his door had him opening his eyes in silent fury, and turning over to the door in question, he could see the person's shadow from under the door moving frantically. Arisu? he wondered, but changed his mind quickly. If it was him, he would have been yelling his name stupidly for all the hotel to hear. Letting out a tired sigh, he turned to face the other side of the room, then closed his eyes, ready to tune the pounding out, and drift back to sleep.

"Chishiya?"

A soft voice made him open his eyes, and he quickly threw his blanket off of him and stood up. Was that-he waited to see if he heard it right.

"Ch-Chishiya? Are you up?"

He quickly made his way around the bed and to the door, hurriedly twisting it open and welcoming the sight of a frantic, scared looking (Y/N).

"(Y/N)," Chishiya said, taking a quick look at them before stepping to the side and letting them in. He could see that their (E/C) eyes were wet with unshed tears, the jacket wrapped around their body was somewhat on them and at the same time hanging off their right shoulder and touching the floor, and their body was trembling.

He didn't ask any questions as he already knew why they were there. Niragi.

"Sorry to wake you up," (Y/N) apologized, pulling the rest of the jacket onto their body before zipping it up. "I didn't know where else to go. Niragi, he-"

"It's alright," he interrupted, closing his door and walking back to the bed, laying back down. "Why not go to Kuina?"

They swallowed nervously before answering him. "I thought about going to her or maybe Usagi, but I didn't want to risk Niragi coming and hurting them too."

Selfless, he thought, pulling the blanket back and gesturing for them to lay beside him. Being selfless is going to get you killed, he once told them. It was after a game where he witnessed them, at the last minute, help a weak guy that had fallen behind beat the clock with them and risked both of them dying a horrible death. They had looked at him like he was a heartless monster when he gave them this advice (which he technically was), but he knew that he was right. Stop being so stupidly selfless, he thought watching them walk over to the bed and laying down beside him, their body still trembling lightly. You're better than that, he thought, feeling himself become furious at how scared they looked. I can't have you getting hurt.

"Thanks Chishiya," they said, turning over and facing him. Even though the room was dark, he could still feel their gaze on him, and he was glad that it was dark as he felt his face becoming warm.

The room was silent for a minute as they both closed their eyes, ready to catch back up on the sleep they were both rudely awaken from when a thought had come to Chishiya suddenly, and he couldn't help but ask it.

"Why me?"

It took them a second to respond, but he quickly heard (Y/N) reply with a tired "huh?"

"You didn't go to Usagi or Kuina, because Niragi would have hurt them, too. Did you not think he would do something to me? What about Arisu?"

"I honestly didn't think about Arisu, and I think he hates you too much to come near your room and bother you," they told him.

"Hmm," was his only response.

"I won't bother you again. I promise. Just tonight."

Stop being so selfless, he wanted to tell them, but kept it to himself. Right now, he wanted to enjoy their presence next to him.

"You're not bothering me," he told them, feeling his face become even hotter at the confession. "You can come here whenever you want."

"Oh,...thanks Chishiya," he heard them say before hearing them moving closer till he could feel the warmth of their body next to him through their jacket.

"Your welcome," he muttered, closing his eyes, glad it was dark, as he could feel his face getting hotter and a pleasant grin began growing on his face. I guess being selfless can have benefits, he thought, as he began to slowly fall back asleep. I can be selfish for them and me. While they slept peacefully next to him, feeling safe and warm, he slept with dreams of many ways he would enact payback on Niragi.

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yawn-junn · 1 year ago

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Yandere banda heacanon please chupapi with a cherry on top make it drop 🙏🙏🙏

𓋼Banda yandere Headcannons𓋼

Special thanks to: this idiot, AIB, Banda Sunato

Note: I was gonna apologize for taking so long but your, you so nvm ✌️🤪(LY tho bestie) anyway you say yandere but Banda himself is one so it's just gonna be normal Banda

TW: Banda : yandere themes : toxic relationship : death games : AIB : Once again Banda

⋆Banda doesn't feel actual emotions as yaba said in the show he processes everything through logic and reason

⋆So if his brain says "yes" to you, you'll never leave his sight till he dies if he dies he's killing you before he goes so you'll be together in the afterlife

⋆He is protective in the most toxic way ever I mean like no one can look at you

⋆Banda on the jealousy scale is 1029377291028/10 like he should probably go to therapy but he won't

⋆If he met you before the whole death game Alice in borderland era he would still murder for you I mean he didn't kill those women for nothing

⋆He loves scaring you, like a demon he feeds off your fear and energy

⋆He most enjoys when you cry in pain knowing he caused it

⋆Back to the therapy topic if you ask him to go you'll be in an early grave

⋆He'll do anything for you but not everything so he won't do anything for you lmfao if he thinks you need it you'll get it if he thinks you don't you won't

⋆He probably has broken at least one of your bones for fun

⋆Now on the soft side of things he loved cuddles strange I know but he does

⋆He is a sucker for head scratches and back scratches there his favorite so if he's thinking to hard scratch one or both of those spots

⋆Now back to the toxic side of things he controls what you can and can't wear

⋆But he lets you do your hair how you want he does have a little teeny tiny bit of morals even tho there a bit messed up he has them

⋆He has thought of buying you one of those toddler leash backpacks so you can't run off

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24hlevi · 2 years ago

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Sup! hope you’re having a great day and congrats on getting 1,700 followers!! 💗🎉

Can I request fluff prompt with 7 & 10 for chishiya (this could be either in or out of borderlands) with the dialogue

“Just five more minutes please?”

“go back to sleep, it’s okay”

“I feel safe with you”

“Don’t worry, i’ll be here when you wake up”

I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to only pick two so feel free to decline/shorten this if I broke a rule T—T take care! ⭐️

this is adorable and i love it esp with chishiya, thank you so much for requesting 🫶

also i forgot to say it but you can use as many prompts as you want!

— hug me tight

chishiya shuntaro (alice in borderland) x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: fluff prompts 7(forehead kisses) + 10(sharing a bed) with dialogue prompts 5("don't worry, i'll be here when you wake up") + 7("just five more minutes please?") + 10("go back to sleep, if's okay") & 11("i feel safe with you") from my 1,700 follower event

warnings: language

chishiya shuntaro was not a very affectionate man when in a relationship. some may say he's emotionally unavailable, and while at times it appears to be true. it's times like this when you're able to see that he can be loving at times, mainly during times like this. times where he showed his true colors on how he felt about you. that he loved you.

waking up in a bed next to him was odd, especially being the first time he's even dared to suggest it, but you couldn't just say no. the sunlight was peeking through the halfway shut curtains, and when your eyes opened you immediately closed them again, squinting. you felt movement beside you and froze when you felt an arm wrap over you.

"why're you awake?" chishiya's groggy morning voice muttered into your ear.

"because you're dumbass half-assed closing the blinds," you retorted, your eyes still closed.

"sorry about that," he said, peering down at you as you laid there still. "do you want food?"

you hummed no in response, shaking your head whilst doing so and rolling over to wrap your arms around him, making it his turn to freeze up at the action. "i wanna sleep more."

"we have to get moving eventually, you know," chishiya sighed quietly, laying back down on his back. "i would rather not spend the whole day in bed."

"just five more minutes please?" you asked him, finally opening your eyes to look at him. you rested your head on his chest, one of your hands moving up to his hair to fix it back into place from it messy state.

chishiya sighed again. sadly, he wouldn't say no. well, he didn't want to say no. so with one of his hands still around you, he leaned down slightly and gently placed a kiss on your forehead, "fine. but i'll be counting."

"mhm, sure," you replied, your voice laced with sarcasm as you spoke. "before you know it, it'll be half an hour."

rolling his eyes, chishiya laid his head back on the soft pillows behind him. "this is weird," he mumbled absentmindedly.

"hm? why is that?" you couldn't help but ask. you were still looking at him, only now with confusion as to what he meant by those words.

shrugging, he responded with, "i never thought i would be with someone like this is all. so it's weird."

"well," you patted one of your hands on his chest, making him look down at you, "i feel safe with you, shuntaro. so even if it feels weird, i'll still be here with you. okay?"

chishiya nodded as an answer. turning his head to read the digital clock on his side of the bed to read the time, he then looked back at you. "you better get back to sleep before it hits 9," he said.

"9? that's so close," you whined, resting your head on his chest again. "now i can't get back to sleep."

"just go back to sleep, y/n, it's okay," chishiya told you, lightly poking your head with his pointer finger.

"are you sure?" you questioned, pushing his hand away from you.

"yeah," he nodded. "don't worry, i'll be here when you wake up." he added, this time gently patting your head.

"promise?"

"i promise."

"okay then," you said with a smile, your head laying down on his chest as you closed your eyes again. "i hope you know i care about you a lot."

"yeah, i care about you too, y/n." chishiya responded, leaning down and kissing your head again, pulling you closer to him subtly.

"a little too much, probably."

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airbendertendou · 2 years ago

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puppy eyes ♥︎ banda sunato

synopsis ; a familiar face greets you at the jack of hearts game and an even more famliliar feeling of fear springs inside you at the sight of him.

possibly out of character! bff!urumi bc i love her , obsession , poor attempt at writing a bad / yandere-type character lmao , puppy as a nickname

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—— ♧ ♡ ♢ ♤ ——

Pairing up with Urumi wasn’t your smartest idea, admittedly. But, when she waltzed up to you so confidently during a club’s game — she was wearing a light pink skirt, then — you could only mutter an okay.

It wasn’t a surprise when you were the only surviving team — not really.

You spent your days eating expired canned goods and wandering through abandoned malls with Urumi pulling you by your wrist. She hated when her clothes got dirty — hated when blood stains contaminated her new lace or the frills of her skirt. Leading you to a prison building, Urumi swayed in her blue dress excitedly. A heart’s game — she was too good at those. The brunette turned, her hair parted so that you could help buckle her collar shut.

The brand new shirt you wore blended in with everyone else’s — grabbing new clothes while on the run from the King of Spades was everyone’s first instinct, apparently. A man in overalls twitched nervously as his eyes scoured the group that’d gathered for the game. A white hooded figure stood to his left, leaning against the wall boredly as you and Urumi chose your own spot to wait at.

In only minutes — it felt like longer — the game closed as the last member took a seat directly across from you. Urumi laid her chin on your shoulder as the rules began to play on the screen in the middle of the room, the familiar automated voice drowning out any questions you had. Looking around the room, your eyes met shining ones that were staring directly at you.

A sliver of fear crawled down your spine, dropping into every available crevice as you gulped. He tilted his head, smirk lifting the right side of his mouth as the gleam from that day took over his eyes. You don’t think you’d ever forget that look — you’d never forget how he stared ; how he didn’t let you leave his eyesight for one second.

“We’ll be safe together, hm, [name]?” Urumi murmured into your ear. Her question went unanswered as your throat grew more and more parched the longer he kept his gaze on you. Urumi crept closer to you, mouth snug against your ear as she frowned. “[Name]?”

“I know him.” You breathe out the sentence before thinking. Gulping again, you blink frantically as you try to shift your eyes away from his. “That guy that just came in.”

Urumi hums as she looks ahead — it’s a miniscule change, but he’s frowning at how close she is to you. One look at the screen that has everyone’s picture tells her just who he is. “His name is familiar.”

“He’s been on the news,” a woman wearing yellow speaks up. She shuffles closer to both of you shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Killed four women, I think. I wonder how he got here…?”

Your heart jumps in your throat at the confirmation. You knew you weren’t imagining things — knew he was too familiar. Aching breaths hit your lungs as you try to calm down. Urumi is watching you curiously — she’d only seen you this panicked with a game or two. “I think… I think I was going to be victim number five.”

They both widen their eyes at the news, but you stare at the floor, unblinking and still. Slyly, Urumi places herself in between you and the man — Banda. She hides you from his view as the chatter of the other players begins to rise.

“No worries, [name],” Urumi grins. “We’ll keep each other safe.”

—— ♧ ♡ ♢ ♤ ——

Standing in front of the snack aisle took you back to a memory you wanted desperately to forget. The cookies in front of you transformed into books ; the smell of a moldy prison changed to the scent of coffee and vanilla. You can’t help but reminisce — can’t help it as your mind drifts from your current location and to one that felt like it was from a lifetime ago.

——

Bookstores were your safe haven ; libraries your second home. When they had small cafes nearby, they felt even more snug and warm and welcoming. You’re so focused on searching the shelf in front of you that the person beside you goes completely unnoticed. A shift to the right finally catches your attention, the man standing beside you is looking in your direction.

He’s handsome, you notice ; with soft eyes and a small tilt of his mouth that your eyes latch onto. The man fully grins your way now, all gently and tenderly and your breath catches in your chest. “I hope I’m not bothering you.”

“Oh, um…” you bite your bottom lip shyly and put the book you were looking at back on the shelf. Glancing at the stranger, you ignore the heat rising in your cheeks by clearing your throat. “No, it’s okay. Do you need something?”

“I just noticed something,” the man mutters. He moves quickly, his right hand cradling your face before his fingers move down to your chin. You’re so shocked — so startled by his audacity to touch you out of nowhere that you don’t move.

“You,” he grins, the fingers holding your chin maneuvering your head side to side. “You have puppy eyes. How cute.”

Gulping, you can only stand there stiffly as he moves his hand away from you slowly, savoring how your skin feels. You’re frowning ; frowning as you bring your arms tight across your torso as a way to put a block between this man and you. “So? Why did you feel the need to tell me that?”

The man tilts his head, grin falling into something more sinister and poisonous. You back up steadily until your back hits the bookshelf behind you with a jolt. He doesn’t pursue you anymore ; doesn’t follow your timid steps as he just stares. “It’s cute, is all. Haven’t met anyone as cute as you before.”

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“[Name]? You’re just standing there…” the girl in yellow is trying to get your attention. The flashback you found yourself lost in ripples away from you abruptly as she stands in his place. Once she sees you looking her way, she grins prettily and clasps onto your arm softly. “Urumi is looking for you. And she wants something sweet? What should we bring her?”

You grab a pink box, the cartoon strawberries on it bringing you further to the present. “She likes these. Do you want anything?”

She shakes her head and leads you to your group. Urumi looks over your shaken expression carefully before grinning and taking her snack from your hand. Slyly, she sways your way and detaches the yellow-clad woman from you and takes her place. “All for me, [name]? How sweet of you! Have any problems while you were away?”

“No,” you smile tensely but relax in her hold. Urumi is comforting in her own way — familiar to you and the only solace you’d found in the Borderlands. “Everything is good.”

The group goes around to tell their card suit’s — you only look away when Urumi lies to the woman in yellow about her symbol. You survive this round and the next ; somehow you and Urumi make it to the last twelve. You find yourself standing in front of the snack shelf again and it makes you remember the man from before ; the man who followed you to the Borderlands.

“You’re here again.” You jump at the sudden noise, turning to see that man. You knew his name now ; knew what exactly he did before he ended up here. You back away slowly and it reminds you of the first time you met. You’re afraid he won’t just let you leave this time, though. “Hungry? Thirsty?”

Not answering, you only ball your hands into fists and prepare yourself for anything. Banda tilts his head and smiles at you teasingly before chuckling. “I’m not going to hurt you, puppy. Would never.”

You blink at the affectionate-sounding name, “what?”

Banda leans in closer, his eyes staying on yours as your noses brush. “You still have those pretty puppy eyes. We’ll make it out together, hm?” He backs away from you, grin melting into his neutral face. “Your suit is a heart. See you in the next round.”

Urumi doesn’t make it. You and Chishiya — the man in the white hoodie — are the last two survivors of your group. He finds solace in the cafeteria, but you find yourself on a staircase. You’re mourning the loss of your friend-of-sorts ; Urumi wasn’t the best person, but she was your companion and you already miss her.

“I’ll keep you company,” a voice runs through your ears. Banda is standing on the stair just above yours so that he’s looming over you. “Keep you safe,” he smiles. “All mine to protect now.”

Before you think, your mouth is opening and words are spilling out. “Why didn’t you kill me?”

He tilts his head, “why would I?”

“That’s what you do — you murder people.” Your anger briefly flares and it makes Banda’s grin widens. “I’m just wondering why that still hasn’t happened to me.”

Banda leans over you, hands in his pockets as the round’s countdown begins. You can hear the footsteps of the other players heading to their chosen cells ; you grow tenser, preparing yourself for your own end. “We aren’t allowed any violence in this arena.”

“That doesn’t explain the other world.”

He hums, leaning back and leading the way to the cells. “I find you… interesting enough to keep around. You have no choice but to live — with or without me. Diamond.”

You did have a choice. You could say a different suit, or not gather in a cell. You could join Urumi — wherever she was now — and attempt to walk out of the Jack’s chosen arena. But, Banda knew you wouldn’t. He’d seen it before, your fighting spirit.

And when Banda walked out with a man in a suit, you followed him, ignoring the blood splattered on his shirt and the smirk on his face.

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idk how much i like this but <3 here it is anyways

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effetsecndaires · 2 years ago

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— 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬.

PAIRING | live action!shuntaro chishiya x reader.

CONTENT WARNING | mention of death/suicidal thoughts, mention of an oc.

NOTE | repost from my old blog!

Your arms were locked around your bent knees, a single tear tracking down your cheek as you sat against the door to the fifteenth cell — the cell in which your game partner's life had been brutally taken just moments before.

You had seen people die before, lots of them. The Borderlands had nearly desensitised you to bloodshed and violence. But up until now, you had never witnessed the death of someone you actually knew — someone you considered a friend.

You and Himari had only known each other for a couple weeks, but the bond you had formed during that short amount of time was already strong. You had been through hell and back together, miraculously escaping the clutches of death countless times and helping each other make the transition to this strange, new world.

Now Himari was gone and you were back to being on your own — which is utterly terrifying in a world like this.

Maybe you should've known better than to enter a game of Hearts with someone you care about.

The sound of slow footsteps on the ground made you raise your head. A boy, whose face was shadowed by his hair and a white hoodie came up to you and sat down on the floor beside you, keeping a reasonable distance. He pulled the hood down with a sigh and you both sat in silence, neither of you looking at the other.

The first thirty or some odd seconds were uncomfortable. You weren't sure why he was here, or what he wanted from you — although you did have your suspicions.

You tried to remember his name from the players screen, to no avail.

"Heart." he suddenly said, marking a pause before continuing when you didn't respond; "Your suit, it's Heart."

"I'm not looking for a new partner." you mumbled.

The boy took in a deep breath of air, then you both went quiet for another minute. He was first to break the silence after pondering a moment.

"Why did you betray her?"

"I didn't betray her." you snapped defensively, turning your head to glare at him, finally taking a proper look at his face. He was about your age, maybe a couple years older. His shoulder-length blonde hair stood out.

You looked away, tugging at one of the rings on your right hand. Then your voice softened.

"I told her her real suit. I would've never lied to her. We promised we would clear those games together, no matter what."

He cocked a brow.

"It looks like she was doubting your loyalty to her, then." he said, stuffing his hands into his front pockets. The sadness in your tone didn't faze him.

You frowned deeply, reluctantly dragging your eyes away from your hands and to his face again.

"What?"

"People would do anything to ensure their own survival. Your...friend must've formed an alliance with another player, who then betrayed her. If she hadn't been lied to, she would've been the one to stab you in the back." he paused, and you waited for him to continue. "You told her her suit. She went to someone else for confirmation and proceeded to trust a stranger's words over yours." he stated with a lazy shrug of his shoulders. "Clearly, she would've plotted against you within the next couple of rounds. Maybe her death was a necessary evil."

His words punched you in the gut. Knocked all the air out of your lungs. Truth is, you had never really thought of it that way. The first thing that came to your mind when you saw Himari in a pool of her own blood is that she must've refused to say her symbol and therefore committed suicide.

But maybe you just weren't as important to her as she was to you. You had only been friends for two weeks prior to this game, after all.

You inhaled a deep, shaky breath as your eyes began to mist again, but you held the tears back.

"We're down to six people now." the boy continued, dropping the subject. "You, me, the girl and three other men. The Jack should reveal themselves at any moment now."

"How do you know i'm not the Jack, anyway?" you questioned. "I could be."

His lips stretched up into a smirk and you refrained from rolling your eyes. His smug, know-it-all expression was infuriating.

"I know you're not. I already have my suspicions on the matter." he explains.

"Whatever." With a sigh, you straightened your legs on the ground and crossed your arms over your chest - keeping your voice low as you added; "Your suit is Spade."

The boy turned to you, his brow raising in amusement.

"You haven't even looked."

"I've seen it before."

"Have you been watching me?"

"I've been observing." you corrected, your head tipping back against the wooden door. "I caught a glimpse of it when you came back from the cafeteria." He let out a sound that wasn't quite a chuckle, but signaled his amusement all the same. It appears the two of you weren't so different after all. "You're always sitting alone there." you pointed out. "It's like you don't care about anything that's happening. You joined that girl's team when the game started but you never seemed to actually take part in their plans, let alone speak to any of them. Why's that?"

"Because I was busy observing." he responded, echoing your own words. You let out a small chuckle. Fair.

Finally, he turned to you. But before you could ask him why he wanted you out of all people to be his partner for the last few rounds when he could've just left you here to die and teamed up with someone else — he stood up and held out his hand for you to take, the familiar robotic voice breaking the silence as soon as his feet hit the ground

'It is time to answer. Please enter a solitary confinement cell of your choosing.'

You stared at his extended hand for a moment, unsure. A part of you wanted to enter the cell and give a random symbol to put an end to this madness once and for all. But the other part, the one that still longed to survive despite everything, wanted to take his hand. It wanted to keep fighting in order to get out of the borderlands and finally get the answers you so desperately sought.

You eventually decided to take it, murmuring a quiet 'fine' as you got back on your feet and entered the cell right next to Chishiya's, your suit in mind.

Maybe you could give life one last chance.

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misshorrormovies · 1 year ago

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Thinking about how relaxing would be to stay by the Beach pool, your legs in the water, a cool breeze brushing your skin in the depth of night, the moon illuminating the dark sky. But suddenly, you're bothered by the sounds of someone's steps. Chishiya.

"Can't sleep?" He said.

His hands are stuffed in his pockets, his white hoodie half zipped up.

"not really...today's game was pretty tough"

You're avoiding Chishiya's face, keeping your stare up at the beautiful stars that portray the sky so lovely you can't look away. Chishiya nods, taking a few more steps toward you as he keeps his eyes on your figure.

"what card suit did you have?" He asked.

"three of spades, why?"

Chishiya's lips curl upward into a small smirk, taking his eyes off you for a few seconds before returning to stare at you.

"three of spades? Weird, I haven't seen it marked at the wall. Are you sure it was three of spades?"

You stop for a second, your breath caught in your throat for a second. God, you're so stupid. So stupid. How could you tell him the actual card suit?

"Probably Hatter forgot to" you say quietly, still not looking at Chishiya.

Yeah right.

Hatter never forgot to mark the cards. Your heart started beating a bit faster at the thought of getting caught.

Chishiya's smirk grew a bit wider at this. He was fully aware you're lying and the fact that he caught you with something like that made him feel even prouder of himself.

"Come on ___, I'm not stupid, I know you're lying" He rolled his eyes nonchalantly.

"What do you want, Chishiya?"

You know if somebody else finds out about this you're dead. Hatter doesn't make any exceptions. Ever.

"I want a little pawn to spy on Hatter for me. I plan on getting out of here and since Hatter loves to hide things really well, I need a backup plan in case I don't find all the cards."

You finally look away from the dark sky and shift your eyes on him. His expression was stern but that arrogant smirk still plastered on his face. He knew what he was doing.

"and if I don't...?" Your voice was quivering slightly, your hands turning cold at the stress put on your shoulders and at the fear of getting caught by Hatter or someone else.

"I'll tell Hatter what you did. I'm not here to play games with you ___, I played enough games in the past few months"

His expression never changed, it was like he was empty inside. No emotion...just emptiness.

"Fine."

Chishiya sure knew how to ruin someone's peaceful night.

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emotional support: @cheshire-shuntaro

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niki-phoria · 2 years ago

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aaaaa since i see you're taking requests i'll leave a little something i thought of here... reader and chishiya live together but have separate rooms, but often times the other knocks on their partner's door at night and asks if they can sleep in their bed :((( <3 like little sleepovers whenever they want to (mostly when chishiya wants to since he doesn't seem big on physical affection) i love your fics, tysm for not writing fem reader it's so refreshing <33

pairing: chishiya x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff

doctor chishiya >>> should've pulled his hair back more in the show he looks SO GOOD

a/n: thank you for requesting !! this idea was so cute, i love it sm. it means so much that you like my fics, i hope you like this one <33

i made two versions, one where reader goes to chishiya and one where chishiya goes to reader if that makes sense sklensk tbh this is my ideal living situation idk why more couples don't have separate rooms

‧₊˚✩ waking chishiya up because you can't sleep

(set at the beach, word count 282)

you let out an exasperated sigh into the darkness, turning to lay on your back. the ceiling is barely visible in the dim lighting. sleep has never come easy in the borderlands.

you stare up into the darkness until your arm goes numb from being in the same position for so long. it’s still dark out when you glance over at your window. you sit up on your elbow, pushing yourself out of bed. the air is cold against your skin. you pull a shirt over your head and leave your room. it’s silent in the hotel, most people already sleeping by now.

chishiya’s room is darker than yours when you enter. light from the hallway streams in for a second before you close the door behind you. he stays silent but you can tell he’s awake as you carefully enter the room.

the sheets are cold when you slide underneath the covers, propping your head up underneath your hand. you can feel chishiya roll onto his side to face you. “did i wake you?”

“no.” he reaches his hand out a little, gesturing for you to move closer. you eagerly accept, wrapping your arm around his waist and pressing yourself against his chest. his warmth feels nice against your skin. “rough night?”

you hum as chishiya wraps his arms further around you. “couldn’t sleep. it feels like i’ve been awake for hours.” chishiya moves his hand to your jawline, gently stroking against the skin. you sigh, leaning into his touch. he moves his hand to the nape of your neck, fingernails gently massaging your scalp. the feeling calms you. slowly, your body relaxes as you fall asleep safe in chishiya’s arms.

‧₊˚✩ chishiya coming to sleep with you

(set after the borderlands, word count 258)

your cat blinks lazily at chishiya as he closes the door behind himself, careful not to shut it completely. you lay sprawled across your bed, deep asleep. he smiles a little, coaxing your cat to move so he can lay down. she dramatically yawns before moving down to curl up by your feet.

chishiya slides underneath the blankets, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you back into his chest. you unconsciously lean into him, shifting a little closer to his body. he presses a kiss against the nape of your neck before falling back asleep.

chishiya’s arm is still wrapped around your waist when you wake up. you turn onto your side, taking the time to admire him. his hair is messy, sprawled across your pillows. he looks gorgeous in the morning glow.

your cat stretches before she jumps down off of your bed, pushing her way out of your room in search of her food. you bring your hand up to chishiya’s face, gently pushing strands of hair out of the way. it feels soft despite the continuous bleaching.

he stirs a little when you start twisting his bangs into little braids. his thumb strokes against your skin underneath your shirt. you smile, pushing yourself upwards to press a kiss against his forehead. chishiya doesn’t open his eyes but his lips quirk upwards into a small smile.

“breakfast?” you whisper.

“later,” he rasps, pulling you back down into his arms. “wanna stay with you.”

you stifle a chuckle, returning to playing with his hair. “okay.”

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thepencilnerd · 3 months ago

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Vampire!Chishiya

Chishiya is a doctor who finds his world upended when a patient is rushed into the ER after a devastating accident. The intoxicating scent of your blood ignites a primal hunger within him. Driven by an insatiable desire, he realizes he must have you—no matter the cost.

rating: mature/explicit

warnings: dark!fic, toxic relationship, obsessive, manipulative, and possessive behavior, blood-drinking/sharing, momentary self-injury (not due to depression or SI), blood magic/ritual

word count: 18k

complete fic here, please mind tags <3 (niragi cameo only in the last chapter, sorry :(

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aliceinborderlandsquidgame · 1 month ago

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♧ Xmas Times ♧ Various AIB!Boys x GN!Reader

AU: No-Borderlands - Established Relationships with all of them - SFW - Banda is still red flag - grammar mistakes -

ARISU

Soft boy! He loves this month. Not only because he gets an excuse to buy new lights and re decorate him room and gaming room. He actually decorates the whole aparment.

"Its never too early too set up the tree" Him probably

If you two are living together its going to be a hell of a month in the good way. Arisu LOVES IT. He is going to look out for different activities around the city and take you there. Try the new sweets and even go and buy matching sweaters and socks.

Loves to cuddle with you on the sofa while drinking hot cocoa, corny films ? Yes. Hell yes. He is all up for them even if he knows the ending.

MISTOLETE KISS!! Uses any chance to get you both under one and kiss you. Depends on his mood where he is going to kiss you but nose and lips are his firsts options.

CHISHIYA

This Man never cared over festivities and would actually to and take the xmas turn at the hospital to keep himself away from it.

Quiet insensitive about it and sees it most like a way of corporations to get money.

Plus he never got to experience a good xmas with his family..

Its up to you to take on the decorations and xmas mood!! He Will let you do whatever you want with the aparment as long as it does not touches his home office.

If you two prefer to mostly ignore it then its just another month. But Chishiya Will take xmas off and stay with you.

Gets you a big suprise present and when you do the same for him, he tries his best just how happy he is.

NIRAGI

Maybe you never imagine this, but he loves this month. During his childhood him and his mother would have the best of times setting up the tree and getting decorations, making cookies and singing xmas songs.

So yes, he expects quiet the same now that he is with you.

Like Arisu, he uses this time to buy more lights, the house looks like a dance place during night. Because he cant settle down for one color.

Will make you a cute interactive game that ends with "Happy Xmas, I love you"

Now wont admit it, but please cuddle him. Specially on cold mornings, he loves the natural heat more than having the califaction going on.

Kisses your head all the time and gets you a scarf tras too big For you. He thinks you look adorable.

TATTA

Another soft boy who has no idea what to do. If he is honest he cant really recall a special memory of xmas so he is lost and doing the standar things.

Totally checks the internet to see whats he is supposed to do.

Gets you tons of presents (five at least) because he feels like he is not at home a lot since his work gets more demanding during this month.

Get him a toy car with a controlled and he is the happyest guy alive.

Does not waste a chance on kissing you. Does not care if its on public or at home. Because to him its not only xmas but love season as well!!

BANDA SUNATO

He likes it because red blood goes amazing with white snow.

Really. The only time he leaves the city and goes to the countryside to hunt down peopel in the woods.

Does not care much for presents or decorations.

Just get him a New knife and he is happy, let him use it on you and its even better.

KARUBE

Man he is burned out with his bar. This month is demanding for him. Gets home late and tired. If you caress his hair and tell him sweet nothings he becomes a puppy.

Asks you to help him out decorating the bar (and Arisu) it ends looking amazing and then you make a personal competition to make your aparment with him look even better.

Is amazed how you managed to over due yourself.

Get him hawaii shirts please. Even if its no the time for it. He loves them and hates snow clothes.

The most kisser one.

You bet he adds mistelotes at home and at the bar. And is so ready to jump over you at any moment.

AGUNI

Asks you to help him decorate his flower shop but not too much cause he is worried the flowers Will suffer.

Sings xmas songs softly when he thinks you are not near (you are, you recorder him).

The xmas tree looks healthy and Aguni its so proud of how it looks he cant stop taking pictures of it.

Gets all flustered when you give him presents during the month. And wonders how did you get such a comfortable sweater for him ? Since he is all muscles?

Well he doubles it getting you a big Teddy bear.

#alice in borderland #aib imagine #aib imagines #chishiya x reader #banda sunato x reader #arisu x reader #tatta x reader #aguni x reader #karube x reader #niragi x reader

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dreamwavesexploringreality · 3 months ago

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Echoes in the Storm

Chishiya x reader

Trope: Injury Care

TW: Injury, blood.

“We have to go back to the Beach,” Y/N said, worry etched on her face as she clutched her bloodied arm.

“It’s pouring,” Chishiya replied calmly, scanning the area where the couple had decided to take refuge after the game ended, the sky had turned gray, and lightning began to streak across the heavens accompanied by powerful roars. They were in a sort of hallway flanked by storefronts and shops. It could be considered the lobby of a rather small and mostly dilapidated shopping mall. Broken glass littered the floor, and many of the storefronts were empty.

“If we don’t go back, they’ll come looking for us and kill us for treachery,” the girl insisted, watching the rain fall heavily, distorting her view of the street.

“No one will be coming to look for us tonight. We’ll return in the morning,” the man decided, collapsing to the ground with his back against the wall.

Y/N felt a few drops land on her cheek as the wind pushed them toward her. She closed the door, feeling her arm protest from the effort, and secured it by wedging a metal chair against the doorknob.

“Come here,” the girl heard. Chishiya was looking at her, sitting on the ground.

Y/N approached and sank down beside him with a brief sigh. When she leaned her head on her companion’s shoulder, she noticed him crouching in front of her.

“Let me see,” he said, examining her arm.

Instinctively, she cradled her arm closer to her chest. Chishiya noticed the subtle movement and chuckled ironically.

“Are you going to act like a little girl? Let me see it,” his voice dripped with mockery, but beneath his words, a clear hint of concern shone through.

The girl slid her hand away from the wound, exposing it to the air and the man’s scrutinizing gaze. Chishiya leaned in closer, gripping her forearm with both hands. He squeezed firmly, watching as blood seeped from the cut, nearly at her shoulder, while she tensed and hissed in pain.

“It doesn’t seem like the muscle is torn. It’s more of a surface wound,” he stated, keeping his eyes fixed on the injury. “If we can keep it from getting infected tonight, I can stitch it up for you in the morning at the Beach.” The girl breathed a sigh of relief when his grip softened, and a small whimper escaped her lips as she felt him move away.

“Where are you going?” she asked, watching Chishiya disappear from her sight as he entered one of the looted and ransacked stores. She received no answer and shifted uncomfortably in her spot.

She leaned her head back against the wall and allowed herself to close her eyes for a few seconds. Taking a deep breath, she tried to distract herself from the prickling sensations traveling from her wound down to the tips of her fingers.

It wasn’t long before the sound of footsteps echoed in the room. Y/N kept her eyes closed, recognizing the pattern already engraved in her memory. They were calm steps, though she could discern a slight hint of urgency. They grew louder and louder until, when she felt them before her, she opened her eyes to find herself face to face with the familiar man. Chishiya knelt down in front of her again and laid a bright pink shirt and four small bottles of water on the ground.

“That doesn’t suit you,” the girl said with a mischievous smile, referring to the shirt.

Chishiya let out a huff but didn’t respond. Instead, he opened one of the bottles and poured some of its contents into his hands. Then, without warning, he poured the rest of the liquid onto her open wound. The woman’s body tensed, and she instinctively recoiled from the source of her pain. Chishiya's hand shot out at her movement, gripping her uninjured arm tightly, trapping her between him and the wall.

“Stay still,” the man said, gradually easing his grip until he was gently stroking patterns with his thumb.

The girl forced herself to remain still, losing herself in the sensation of his touch. She inhaled deeply, catching the scent of the man and realizing just how close they were to each other. Chishiya had enclosed her, holding her with one hand, his chest nearly pressed against hers.

Y/N lifted her gaze to observe the man, seeing him completely focused on the wound, carefully rubbing around it to remove the dried blood and dirt. In one of those movements, his fingers brushed too close to the open flesh, sending an electrifying pain through her arm, causing her to bury her face in the crook of Chishiya's neck while tightly closing her eyes. He may have tensed a little, especially when he tightened his grip on her healthy forearm, trying to keep her still, but Y/N barely noticed. What she did notice was his hand releasing her uninjured arm to rest on her back, almost at the nape of her neck. She felt him trace a pattern that traveled up to her nape and then down her spine. A pleasant shiver ran through her body, sending tingles across her skin and temporarily distracting her from the sharp pain in her arm.

Next, with her face still hidden in the man’s neck, she felt him shift in his position, his hand rising to rest on her head. She heard a soft “shh” accompanied by the sensation of his fingers caressing her scalp and gently intertwining with her hair. There was no time for her to register the loss of contact before she felt intense pressure on her wound. Chishiya had tightly and skillfully knotted the shirt around her arm, causing a sharp pain that filled her eyes with tears. As she tried to lift her head, she felt his hand in her hair, keeping her in place.

“Shh, it’s okay now,” she heard the man whisper.

A few tears escaped her closed eyes, dampening the boy's neck as he quickly began tracing irregular patterns on the girl’s back with his free hand, while with the other, he gently pressed her head against his neck.

The man felt a choked sigh escape Y/N's lips, and with utmost care, he maneuvered her so that he leaned against the wall, with her body resting on top of his, her legs on either side of his thighs. For some reason, Chishiya kept his hand firmly on the girl’s head, preventing her from lifting her gaze, and he felt himself relax as the erratic breathing against his neck turned normal, sensing the adrenaline fading from her body as she fell asleep on his shoulder. He cradled her gently, and once he was sure Y/N had drifted off, he allowed himself to surrender to sleep.

Perhaps it was the exhaustion, the fatigue, or the weariness from the game; perhaps it was merely the product of a dream or the reserved fantasies of his subconscious, but Y/N could swear that that night, with the scent of rain filling the room and the man’s hair tickling her cheek, she heard whispered words in her ear.

As the sun began to rise over the horizon and the first rays of light swept through the room, the girl sat up, not without pain, to observe the man who seemed to be sleeping peacefully. With her arms around his neck, she allowed herself to gently caress the tips of his hair, feeling him stir beneath her, sighing softly and tightening his grip around her waist, pulling their bodies even closer together.

“Did you say something last night?” the girl intended to ask just before forcing herself to be quiet, allowing a silence laden with unspoken words to settle between them.

"The woman remained motionless as she watched the man wake up slowly. She saw how a faint smile formed on his face while she delicately played with the strands of hair at the nape of his neck. A shiver ran through her body as a strange burst of warmth grew in her chest when Chishiya finally opened his eyes and met her gaze.

That morning, infused with the scent of rain after a night where reality and dreams had blurred their boundaries, no one spoke. Anyone who approached would see two still figures lost in each other's gaze and would be unable to perceive the unspoken words floating in the air. Words that had remained hidden in the depths of their hearts, in the darkest corners of their consciousness... words that were unnecessary to express, at the top of their lungs, the reality that had just been revealed to them.

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Daylight… Shuntaro Chishiya

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A/N: heeeey! So English is not my first language, sorry if you find any mistake. I way loved this one and it’s probably getting a part two I don’t know you tell me pls😭

So almost all my stuff has a song title because I’m rlly bad with titles and it’s easier to me to name them as a song, but most times it has no connection at all😭🙏 hope you like this tho as you liked “I love you, I’m sorry”(which is probably getting a part two)

Requests are open tho!🫶🏻

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Shuntaro Chishiya x reader

Fluff❤️‍🩹

TW: none

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Daylight streamed in through the bedroom window. The faint rays of sunlight slowly woke you up. You pulled away from the sleeping figure beside you, but he grabbed your waist before you could, you smiled at the act of love.

“Chishiya...” you murmured, he only let out a moan, not letting go of you.

“Just a little while longer” he said pulling you to his body, you laughed you looked up at him who still half asleep.

“I have to go” you said, stroking his hair and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Chishiya didn't work in the summer, it was almost never his turn and although it seemed unbelievable to think, when Chishiya didn't work he didn't really know what to do. You worked in the bar of a swimming pool near your house, so Chishiya had to put up with being without you all morning. He used to go with you, pay the entrance fee even if he didn't swim in the pool despite the heat and ordered himself some refreshments just to be served by you, but your boss ended up banning him because, according to him, being with Chishiya was too distracting.

To say that Chishiya was in awe of you was not enough. Ever since he met you, his heart started beating a little faster. It was almost three years ago. You went with your little nephew to the hospital as he had to have a test:

“Walk” you said to the child, trying to get him to enter the consultation room. You were terrified of hospitals, very much so, and so was the little boy.

Since you were little, you were always forced to go to the doctor and you ended up panicking about hospitals and everything related to them. Doctors? Monsters. That's what they looked like to you, monsters.

You entered the consulting room behind the figure of your little nephew and Chishiya noticed the nervousness of both of you almost instantly. Neither of you sat down, you stared at Chishiya as if he was a ghost.

“His parent?” he asked, you were offended, but tried to hide it.

“No, no, of course not” you quickly denied. Chishiya hid a smile.

He gave your nephew a test while you sat in the chair in front of the desk, your gaze fixed on the fridge full of injections, your stomach churning at that image alone.

When he finished, Chishiya told your nephew to go outside for a moment while he gave you the results, it was not usually good for children to be around while the doctor gave the test results, if they had something serious they could get scared and it was better for the children.

Chishiya held out a piece of paper to you and told you that your nephew was fine, he just needed to do more sports.

“I'm sorry I offended you earlier.” you frowned in confusion. “When I asked if you were the boy's parent.”

“Oh, don't worry” you denied, wanting to get out of the room as quickly as possible.

“Let me make it up to you with a coffee” he replied, offering you a piece of paper with your name and his phone number on it with a reassuring smile. You scanned the paper before taking it with a small smile and a noticeable blush is your cheeks, the urge to leave gone.

“I don't drink coffee” you said, though when you realized that sounded like a rejection you spoke again. “But I'd love to go with you, yes” you said nervously and walked out of the office.

You had been together for two and a half years and you were the fuel of Chishiya's life: every time he saw a piece of clothing in the store next to the hospital he thought about how wonderful you would look in it, or every time he ate alone in the hospital he wondered if you were eating alone too. You just wouldn't get out of his head.

Summer was supposed to be when you could be together. You would spend all day in bed cuddling and watching series or movies, you both loved those moments. You loved the comfort of your bed and the smell of Chishiya flooding the room as his arms cuddled you. And Chishita loved anything that involved being near you, but your summer job fucked it all up.

You didn't need money, Chishiya was a doctor and you were a teacher, but the owner(yes, the same one who banned your boyfriend) was the brother of one of your best friends, and he needed someone to work for at least two weeks, so you, as the people-pleaser you were, you couldn't say no.

“Stay today” he murmured, kissing your lips in one swift movement.

“I'll get fired.” you said.

“Better” he laughed, throwing you back on the bed, making you laugh. “I don't plan to let you leave” he said lying on top of you.

At first, Chishiya was kind of carefree, he didn't seem to care about anything, he didn't seem to care about anything, but after a few months of relationship, his attitude changed and Chishiya ended up being one of the cutest men you had ever met.

“I have to work or I won't do anything productive all morning.”

“I can think of a couple of ways to do something productive together” he said giving you a kiss on the neck followed by a laugh.

“Shuntaro!” you scolded. He got up from on top of you, looking at me as you got out of bed and got dressed. “I'll see you before lunchtime, okay? I promise” you said giving him a kiss on the tip of his nose.

“If you come and I'm not around it's because I might stop by Shibuya today. I have to buy something.”

You nodded as you walked to the door.

“Okay! I love you!” you said walking out.

“Love you more” he shouted from the bed.

If you had stayed with him in bed, maybe that meteorite wouldn't have killed him for 1 minute. 1 minute that for him was another life.

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