#alice in borderland last boss

[so-many-fandoms-here]

Hello. I just recently started watching Alice in Borderland. During that time, for some inexplicable reason, two people grew close to my heart - Takatora Samura and Shuntarō Chishiya. I don't know if you can write scenarios too…if not, pick one of them and do a oneshot. How would he react/How would they react if their girlfriend had a nightmare?

Time for another multi-character post!

(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistakes you notice.)

• Characters: Shuntarō Chishiya, Suguru Niragi, Takatora Samura, Hikari Kuina, Kodai Tatta, fem!Reader

• Genre: fluff

• Warnings: none

Reacting to you having a

Nightmare

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧

♦️Shuntarō Chishiya

Chishiya was still up, his mind wandering, thinking about this and that when suddenly you started to flinch in you sleep. He looked over and watched how you threw your head from left to right, your hair one big mess.

He knew what was going on, you’re most likely having a nightmare, nothing health related. Still he was thinking about intervening, not wanting to watch you suffer trough the pictures your brain was showing you.

Right as he wanted to wake you up, you open your eyes, sleepy but still scared. You caught his gaze that was eyeing you thoroughly. It was like he was sucking up your discomfort, like a towel sucking up water. Making the place less messy, taking the water in, not taking any damage by it and being able to be wrung out at a different place where it won’t bother anyone.

Chishiya didn’t have to try to comfort you, he did it by simply being his calm self. His relaxed expression took over you, making you realize that there is nothing to be afraid of.

„You alright?“, he asked, eyes still fixated on you.

„I think so“, you said, shifting closer to him.

His arm found its way around your shoulders, inviting you to let your body rest against his.

„You wanna talk about it?“, he asked next, right after your head found its spot on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart and feeling the rising and sinking of his chest.

„Not right now“, you answered, getting more drowsy by ever second passing.

He hummed in agreement and tangles is fingers on your hair, massaging your scalp while watching you drifting back to sleep again.

♦️Suguru Niragi

Niragi has never been faster on his feet when he heard your pleading and crying. Still naked from your evening activities he jumped up and grabbed his gun that leaned next to him against the wall.

Without knowing where to aim he just swung his weapon from left to right, joining in on your screaming. „What the fuck is going on?“

He was still scanning the room when he reached over to the lamp on his bedside table and turned it on.

„What are you doing?“, you mumbled, awoken from the loud noises. „What I‘m doing?“ Niragi asked appalled. „You screamed! I thought someone tried to-“ harm you, he wanted to say but swallowed this part of the sentence. No way he would admit that he actually cared about you.

He secured the gun and leaned it against the wall again before sitting down on his side of the bed. „I thought someone was inside.“

You shook your head, embarrassment flooded through your whole body. „I had a nightmare“, you mumbled rather quietly and turned on your left side to face away from Niragi.

„Oh“, he answered, unsure how to react. He was conflicted of what to do next and crept extra slowly under the sheets so he would have some extra time to think.

The room went dark again and you tried to close your eyes again, but you couldn’t, the nightmare still in front of your eyes.

„If I could shoot dreams and thoughts, I would“, Niragi suddenly whispered next to you.

If you would have turned around you would have seen how he lifted his arm, thinking about wrapping it around you, before he let it sink on the mattress again.

You smiled, touched by his words. For his standards, this was a really heartwarming thing to say.

♠️ Takatora Samura (Last Boss)

Your shifting in bed alone made Last Boss wake up from his light sleep. His first instinct was to grab the katana next to the bed but he realized instantly that there was no intruder. At least not a human one.

Tense you laid next to him, legs pulled to your stomach and your hands were clenched to fists.

He let go off his katana, sat up and watched how your face was formed to a struggling grimace. That’s when he decided to wake you up.

With his hand on your shoulder he shook you slightly to pull you out of your discomforting sleep.

Your eyes flew open and you grabbed his hand as if it was a reflex. You let go of it just as fast but he didn’t move it, in case you decided you want to grab it again, which you did after getting rid of the last bit of drowsiness.

You sat up, his hand in yours and felt the gaze of his eyes on your face. Last Boss‘ head was cocked to the side, waiting for you to explain what was going on just seconds ago.

The minutes that flew by weren’t minded by him, he gave you all the time you needed before you finally spoke. „I dreamt bad again.“

He nodded, his dark eyes never leaving your face that was brightened by the moonlight falling through the window, while you slowly but surely caught yourself again, the steady grip of his hand being more helpful than he might have thought.

„Let’s just lay down again“, you suggested while doing exactly that.

With silent agreement Last Boss laid back down too, his hand still in yours. It comforted him just as much as it comforted you.

♠️ Hikari Kuina

Kuina was woken up by your turning and shifting in her arms and by the pleading words that left your lips, single words swallowed by the sleep you were still in.

„Baby?“, she whispered tiredly but was bright awake as soon as you mumbled another „No, please no“.

It was the first night ever that you slept in Kuinas room, but she knew about the nightmares that haunted you.

„Baby“, she said, now louder, to wake you up and softly stroke over your hair. „Wake up.“

It took a few seconds and one light shaking from Kuina to get you to wake up but when you did, you took one deep breath, as if you just breathed for the first time in minutes.

„Dreams again?“, Kuina asked before you had to recall the events and explain. You nodded while Kuina went back to petting your hair.

„Everything’s okay, sweetheart“, she whispered into your ear, giving your cheek a quick peck. „I‘m here.“

Those sweet words were like a lullaby, that send you right back into your drowsy state and finally you fell into the first relaxing sleep of the week, thanks to Kuinas reassuring whispers.

♣️ Kodai Tatta

You scared the living shit out of Tatta when you suddenly started to loudly beg for help in your sleep.

He shrieked out of his sleep and sat up straight in a heartbeat, while you still squirmed next to him.

„Hey“, he said, unsure what to do. He worried that it he touched you he would just scare you more, but when his words didn’t cut through the layer of sleep you were in, he decided to place his hand on your shoulder.

„Hey“, he tried again, this time bringing his head closer to yours. And indeed, your eyes finally opened. Your look was a mix of fear and tiredness.

„You screamed for help. Did you dream bad?“, he asked while watching you how you pushed yourself up to sit. Still a little bit overwhelmed you nodded and searched for Tattas hand.

He reacted almost stressed when he saw your hand searching for his and with a speed like his life depended on it, he grabbed it and linked his fingers with yours.

„It’s all right. You’re awake now“, he tried to sound supporting, but failed. He wasn’t good at this.

„Yeah“, you nodded, happy that he was there, even though he was just as overwhelmed as you. „I‘m awake now.“

You guided his hand around your shoulder and snuggled up against his body, your head on his chest while listening to his steady, always a bit fast, heartbeat.

[xxxfizzarollixxx]

"The internet"

He's so real for that

[juiceboxerr]

i’m on episode 6 of alice in borderland and like….

is everything on last boss’ face tattooed or does he just spend a lot of time and money investing in eyeliner (like specifically the part surrounding his eyes)

edit: I HAVE REACHED EPSIDOE 7 AND GOT MY ANSWER

[ritzy-burg]

[chupenguin]

Alice in Borderland memes becaue I don't want to work on my tesis

[ghostlynightpanda]

AIB x Reader where reader is extremely clingy, cuddly, and touchy with them. Like whenever reader is with them, reader needs to be hugging them, holding their hand, cuddling them, or leaning on them 24/7

AIB Characters react to Reader being clingy 

A/N: I'm sorry for taking so long. I've just gotten a puppy, so I haven't had much time the past few days. I still hope you like it!

content/warnings: Ann, Kuina, Mira, Aguni, Niragi, Last Boss, Chishiya, canon typical blood and violence, 3.451 words

Ann

Ann had always been composed. Private. Untouchable, almost. She didn't flinch in life-or-death situations, never raised her voice, and rarely smiled in front of others. She'd spent most of her life learning to be still—calm in chaos. Which made you, by all accounts, the opposite of everything she was used to.

You clung to her like static. A walking, talking, warm-blooded koala with a heart too big for your own body. The first time you held her hand in front of everyone at the Beach, she nearly pulled away on instinct—not out of discomfort, but surprise. You had beamed at her like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"You don't like holding hands?" You'd asked, tilting your head.

She stared at your interlocked fingers. "It's not that I don't like it."

You leaned your head on her shoulder, unapologetically content. "Then I'll just keep doing it."

And you did.

Whenever you walked together, your hand always found hers. When you sat down to eat, your leg pressed to her thigh like magnetism. When she was patching a wound or cleaning her gear, you were either leaning on her, cuddling her arm, or slumping against her back. Like it was a reflex. Like your body simply needed to be touching hers to function.

At first, it was… distracting.

Ann was used to solitude. Quiet corners. The absence of warmth. You, however, treated physical affection like oxygen.

She tried to resist, once.

You had dozed off against her after a long patrol, your arm slung across her stomach and your nose buried in her neck. Ann lay there stiffly, staring at the ceiling of the dark dorm room like it might offer answers. She debated gently moving you off her, but you made a small content noise in your sleep and cuddled closer.

She didn't move after that.

Eventually, your clinginess stopped being strange. It just became… you.

Like when you plopped down beside her during a strategy meeting, immediately draping yourself across her lap with zero shame. Arisu gave a short, surprised laugh. Chishiya didn't even look up.

Ann didn't say a word. She just reached out and began running her fingers through your hair while she listened to the game plan.

After that, no one questioned it.

There were still moments when it caught her off guard. Like when you wrapped your arms around her waist while she was sharpening a knife, or when you hugged her from behind in the hallway and buried your face between her shoulder blades.

"You could have startled me," she murmured once.

"You knew it was me," you mumbled into her back.

She couldn't argue with that.

One night, after a long and grueling Hearts game, Ann returned bloodied and bruised. You were waiting in her room, pacing like a nervous animal. The moment you saw her, you practically tackled her with a hug.

"You're okay," you whispered, voice thick.

She winced slightly but didn't push you away. You were trembling.

"I thought—what if you didn't come back? I didn't even get to say goodbye properly—"

Ann's arms wrapped around you, firm and grounding. "I'm here."

You pulled back just enough to cup her face. "You're not allowed to leave me. Ever. Got it?"

There was something teary and fierce in your expression—your love wrapped in desperation.

Ann didn't flinch from it. She reached up, rested her hand over yours, and nodded once.

"I'm not going anywhere."

You curled into her chest and held her like the world was ending. She let you. And when she finally lay down beside you, she didn't resist when you latched onto her like a starfish.

She just closed her eyes… and pulled you closer.

Kuina

Living in the Borderlands meant accepting a certain level of unpredictability: deadly games, crumbling buildings, and people who could snap at any moment.

And then there was you.

You, with your relentless affection, soft eyes, and the absolute refusal to go more than five minutes without touching Kuina in some way.

She first noticed it when you started draping yourself across her lap during downtime at the Beach, completely unfazed by the stares from other residents. You'd hum little songs under your breath while tracing lazy shapes on her arm. Or you'd press your cheek to her shoulder like it was the comfiest pillow on earth—even if she was actively cleaning a blade.

"Do you ever sit on your own chair?" she asked one afternoon, cocking an eyebrow as you once again settled yourself half on top of her.

You blinked at her. "But your lap is right there."

Kuina smirked. "Fair point."

It wasn't just about sitting. You were tactile in every situation.

If you were walking, you were holding her hand—or her sleeve—or looping your arm through hers like it was second nature. If she was eating, you were leaning against her side, sometimes stealing bites from her plate with the most innocent expression imaginable. If she was gearing up for a game, you were fixing her collar, brushing her hair behind her ear, giving her a forehead kiss like you were sending a soldier off to war.

It should have been overwhelming. Too much. Clingy, even.

But it was you.

And with you, nothing ever felt like too much.

After one particularly brutal Diamonds game, Kuina limped back into the compound, blood crusted on her knuckles, muscles aching. She expected to collapse in bed, maybe shower if she could keep her eyes open long enough.

Instead, she found you waiting at her door.

You didn't say anything. You just opened your arms and let her fall into them.

You hugged her so tightly she could feel the beat of your heart against hers—like it was trying to sync with her own.

"You're late," you whispered into her hair.

"Game ran long," she mumbled, burying her face into your neck.

You pulled her into the room and onto the mattress in one smooth motion, wrapping yourself around her like a blanket.

She blinked at you in the dark. "You're going to suffocate me."

"I will die before I let you sleep alone tonight."

Kuina laughed—soft and real—and tangled her legs with yours.

"You're ridiculous."

"You love it."

And damn it, she did.

But it wasn't until one night, another post-game, when she was trembling from adrenaline and anger and the ghosts that always came back when it was too quiet, that she truly realized what your affection meant.

You didn't ask what had happened. You didn't demand she talk.

You just held her.

Arms around her back. Legs tangled. Fingers stroking through her hair.

And Kuina, who had built her life on strength and steel and silence, let herself be held.

"You're not subtle," she whispered into your collarbone, voice hoarse.

"I'm not trying to be," you murmured, kissing her temple. "I'm just trying to love you."

She didn't say anything.

But she didn't let go either.

Mira

If Mira was ice—elegant, composed, untouchable—then you were her fire. Not explosive, but warm. A slow, constant burn. You clung to her like you were solar-powered and she was your only source of light.

And she noticed.

The first time it happened, Mira had been seated in one of the plush velvet chairs in the Beach lounge, wine glass in hand, idly flipping through a deck of playing cards. You strolled in, casual as ever, and draped yourself over the arm of her chair like you belonged there.

Correction: you draped yourself half on the arm and half on her.

"Mmm. You're comfy," you sighed, tucking your face into the crook of her neck.

Mira blinked, amused. "Is that so?"

"Very. You smell like rose and danger."

She let out a soft, velvety laugh. "What an intoxicating combination."

From that moment on, you became a constant fixture by her side. Or on her lap. Or sprawled across her bed like a cat waiting to be pet. You always had to be touching her somehow—fingers brushing her wrist, head on her shoulder, hand intertwined with hers like the connection physically soothed something in you.

Others noticed, of course. Whispered about it.

"She's so clingy," a jealous player sneered one day when you leaned into Mira during breakfast, your legs draped across her lap like you owned her.

"She's affectionate," Mira corrected with a cool smile, her hand sliding into your hair. "And she's mine. That's all that matters."

You flushed. "...I mean, she's not wrong."

Sometimes, Mira tested you—pushed to see how far your need for closeness went.

She'd walk a few paces ahead of you, ignoring your outstretched hand just to see if you'd pout (you did). Or she'd sit just slightly out of reach on a couch, watching you squirm until you inevitably crawled over and curled into her side like you were magnetized.

"You're hopeless," she teased once, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I get separation anxiety," you replied, arms firmly wrapped around her waist. "You're my emotional support queen."

There were quiet moments too—ones she never let anyone else see.

Late nights when you were half-asleep on her chest, murmuring nonsense. Days where she'd read aloud from a book while you rested in her lap, fingers ghosting through your hair. And after every game, no matter how bloody or brutal, she always let you cling to her like a lifeline.

"You don't have to touch me constantly, you know," she whispered once, voice oddly gentle.

"I know," you replied without opening your eyes. "But I want to."

Mira stared at you for a long moment, then pulled you closer.

"You're addicted to me," she said lightly, a smirk playing on her lips.

"And you love it," you shot back, grinning.

She kissed the top of your head like a silent admission.

Because she did.

Aguni

Aguni didn't know what to do with someone like you.

You were the kind of person who walked into a room and immediately gravitated toward him, like his presence had gravity. You clung to him like he was your anchor—which, ironically, was what he thought of you.

The first time it happened, you caught him off guard. He'd just come back from a brutal game—bruised, bloodied, adrenaline still racing through his system—when you ran straight into him, wrapping your arms tight around his waist.

"You're okay," you whispered against his chest, voice shaking slightly.

He stood stiff as stone, unsure what to do with the sudden affection. You didn't even flinch at the blood on his shirt.

"…You always hug like this?" he muttered.

"Only when I'm worried," you said. "So… yeah. Pretty much all the time."

He grunted, but he didn't pull away.

From that day on, it was a pattern. You touched him constantly—an arm looped around his when you walked beside him, a hand on his back when he was brooding, curling up beside him on a couch like it was your designated spot. You weren't subtle. You didn't try to be.

Aguni, for the most part, tolerated it in silence. He wasn't exactly a words of affirmation kind of guy. But the way he subtly leaned into your touch, the way his hand always hovered just slightly before resting on your back? That was his version of returning it.

Once, Hatter made a joke about your attachment.

"Can't even go five minutes without clinging to him, huh?" he smirked.

Aguni shot him a glare so sharp it could've cut steel. "And?"

You beamed, clutching Aguni's arm tighter. "It's true. He's warm. And he's mine."

Late at night was when the vulnerability crept in—when his guard dropped enough to let you in deeper.

You'd lie across his chest, listening to his heartbeat, your fingers tracing the old scars on his arms. He rarely said anything. Just held you, big hand splayed across your back like he was afraid to let go.

One night, after a nightmare woke him, you curled around him without hesitation, draping yourself over his tense body like a blanket of safety.

"You always do this," he mumbled, voice gravelly.

"Do what?"

"Hold me. Even when I don't ask."

You looked up at him, your hand gently resting over his heart. "You don't have to ask. You never do."

He didn't respond. But he turned, pulling you fully into his arms like you were the only thing tethering him to the world.

"Thank you," he said quietly, rough and barely audible.

You smiled against his chest. "For what?"

"For always coming back."

Aguni didn't know how to be soft. But with you—your constant presence, your quiet affection, your need to always be touching him like it kept you both grounded—he didn't have to know how.

He just had to let it happen.

And he did.

Every single time.

Niragi

Everyone thought you were a little unhinged for being so attached to Niragi.

He was loud, volatile, armed, and not exactly known for being emotionally available. He flirted like it was a weapon, pushed people too far for fun, and had a temper shorter than a fuse soaked in gasoline.

And yet—there you were, latched onto him like he was your emotional support war criminal.

You hugged him constantly. Slung yourself across his lap in the common room like you owned the space. Played with his hair while he cleaned his rifle. Held his hand when he was in a mood, like that could keep the violence in check.

The first time you back-hugged him in public, everyone tensed like someone was about to die.

Instead of shoving you off, Niragi just muttered, "You're clingy as hell," but his hand casually found yours and stayed there.

No one knew what to do with that.

He never told you to stop.

"Do you ever not touch people?" he grumbled once as you climbed into his lap after dinner.

"Only when I'm dead," you replied sweetly, settling your head under his chin.

"Great," he huffed. "Guess I've got a parasite now."

But he didn't move you. His hand ended up resting on your thigh, tracing lazy shapes into your skin like it was second nature.

You brought him snacks before patrols. Pulled him down onto couches so he'd nap. Snuck into his bed when he stayed out too late after a game, curling up like a cat in his arms.

"You're gonna make people think I'm soft," he muttered once while brushing your hair out of your eyes.

"You are soft," you teased.

He gave you a sharp grin. "Only for you."

What no one saw was how he started seeking it out, too.

He got twitchy when you weren't around. Wouldn't admit it, but his mood tanked. And if anyone else tried to be touchy with you? He was suddenly at your side, draping an arm around your shoulders like a warning label: Mine.

"Didn't peg you as the jealous type," you'd whisper, amused.

"I'm not," he'd snap—before pressing a kiss just behind your ear, possessive and rough. "I just don't share."

One night, after a brutal Hearts game, you found him in your room instead of his. Shirt off, bruised and bloody, sitting on your bed like he belonged there.

"I didn't know where else to go," he said gruffly, not looking at you.

You didn't say a word. Just walked over, dropped to your knees in front of him, and wrapped your arms around his waist like you were the only thing holding him together.

He leaned into it.

Hard.

"You're still clingy as hell," he whispered into your hair.

"And you still love it," you replied.

He didn't argue.

Last Boss

No one touched Last Boss.

They didn't joke with him. Didn't pat him on the back. Didn't nudge him or loop their arm through his. He moved through the Beach like a ghost in boots, silent and sharp, sword always strapped to his back.

And then there was you.

The polar opposite.

You draped yourself over him like it was a habit — always hugging his arm, pressing your cheek against his shoulder, leaning into his side like he was made for it. If he sat, you sat closer. If he stood, you'd hold onto his jacket until he noticed you.

You were soft smiles and sleepy cuddles. A quiet hum when you were near him, like being close made you content in a way no one else could understand.

At first, people watched you with baited breath, sure you'd get sliced in half.

Instead, he let you stay.

One afternoon, you wandered into the quiet hallway where he was sitting alone, sharpening his blade.

Without a word, you plopped down next to him and curled your arms around his torso, resting your head against his chest. His hand paused mid-motion.

"…You're clingy," he said softly, not even turning.

"Mhm," you mumbled, eyes fluttering closed. "I missed you."

"We saw each other an hour ago."

"I still missed you."

There was silence. And then, slowly, he shifted — just enough so your head rested more comfortably against him, and his arm came to rest loosely around your back. His fingers brushed your side, hesitant, like you were something fragile.

At night, you curled up in his bed like a cat, pulling the blanket over both of you with zero shame.

"Don't you get tired of needing to touch me all the time?" he asked once, voice barely above a whisper.

"Nope," you replied, already halfway to sleep. "You're my favorite."

He stared at the ceiling for a long time after that. Then, gently, carefully, he tucked your hair behind your ear and let his hand rest there for a moment longer than necessary.

He never initiated — not in public. But when no one was around?

His hand would find your lower back. His thumb would trace circles against your arm. He would hold you so tightly some nights it was like he was afraid you'd vanish.

You never said anything. Just held him tighter.

You gave affection like oxygen. Constant, necessary, unyielding.

And Last Boss — blade-wielding ghost of a man — let himself breathe only when he had you in his arms.

Chishiya 

Chishiya didn't do affection.

He didn’t need it. Didn't crave it. And definitely didn't expect it. People were liabilities, emotional messes he preferred to keep at arm's length — or further, if possible.

And then there was you.

You were like static electricity — always close, always buzzing. The kind of person who couldn't just sit next to someone. No, you had to lean against them. Hold their hand. Hook your pinky through theirs. Climb into their lap when you were bored and drape yourself across them like a blanket.

You were, by all definitions, clingy.

And for reasons unknown to everyone — including Chishiya himself — he let you be.

"I think you might be a cat," you told him once, lying across his chest as he read a weathered book by flashlight. “You always look so calm. Detached. But you get all twitchy when someone you don't like gets too close.”

"I'm not a cat," he replied, not looking up. "You're the clingy one. You're like… a human scarf."

You grinned and nuzzled under his chin. "Then wear me."

He sighed, but his hand found the small of your back anyway.

During games, you stuck to his side like a shadow. Arm brushing his, pinky loosely linked with his until he gently tugged your hand fully into his.

"You're distracting," he muttered under his breath during a particularly tense Diamond game.

"You still haven't let go," you whispered back, lips brushing his ear.

He didn't respond. But he squeezed your hand tighter.

Back at the hideout, you always found your way to him. If he sat on the couch, you'd stretch across it with your head in his lap. If he sat in a chair, you'd squeeze in sideways and curl up like it was built for two. If he went to bed first, you'd follow five minutes later, crawling under the covers to tuck yourself into his side.

And no matter how many times he rolled his eyes or exhaled like he was so put upon, he never moved away.

One night, you whispered against his collarbone, "Am I too much?"

He didn't answer at first. Just let the silence linger like it always did.

Then he murmured, "You're exactly enough. For me."

You smiled into his skin.

And though he didn't say another word, his hand slipped into your hair and stayed there long after you'd fallen asleep.

Masterlist

[myraniellejkelly]

AIB boys with s/o who’s petite and busty

Author’s note: Had this idea in mind and used to read those slasher x reader fics many moons ago, and Happy Valentine’s Day.

This work includes: All images aren’t mine, grammars ahead, head canons, female reader, and this is entirely fluff until smut all the way (nsfw 18+).

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♥︎☆[⿻Arisu⿻]★♡

On that side note, Arisu would adore you being his girlfriend, that’s thing about you.

He would be very clingy and kissing you multiple times on the cheek, literally him being a golden retriever boyfriend. Because really he can’t stop looking at you on how adorable you are, he just wanna hug you that’s all he cares.

If he were playing his games, honestly you would be sitting on his lap, while he could rest his head on your boobs. Even when it comes to him sleeping on your boobs in bed, while you were caressing his fluffy hair just as much as he wants to relax.

Arisu was just too sweet to even do anything, but wanting you on your arms so much.

♥︎☆[⿻Karube⿻]★♡

A matter fact this man, is clearly a gentleman who would gave you the princess treatment 24/7. Of course, this man would be doing everything just for you, and even Karube would tease you for being so small.

He just really wanna see you struggle, but would adore you just as he helps you afterwards. Until we’ll be talking about him with your boobs, so this man can’t stop staring at your boobs for a minute, while you were talking but looked back at you awkwardly after when you realized he wasn’t listening.

Kisses you on the lips, cheeks, or forehead. Wouldn’t mind asking for 30 seconds, if he were to touch your boobs a bit. I mean he couldn’t stop squeezing your boobs, he just took a promise for 30 seconds then he’ll stop.

During sex, he would be gentle around you while you were trying to handle his length inside of you, Karube would feel bad but he can’t control himself because of how adorable you are.

You moaning just as you squirm or whimpering from your breath. He would just keep saying, “I love you,” over and over again.

Karube really loves you so much.

♥︎☆[⿻Chishiya⿻]★♡

Surprisingly, Chishiya didn’t expected someone so much shorter than him. He would chuckle as he looked at you, seeing you there just makes him happy.

You and Chishiya would high-five and hands together, you two would be laughing at each other. He would just start kissing you.

He would be laying his head on your boobs for a while or rest on to your lap, because he’s tired anyways after work as Chishiya wants to cuddle you. Even he would start nibbling your neck because you’re just too sweet.

♥︎☆[⿻Hatter⿻]★♡

As you know, I would be thinking that you would be one of Hatter’s girls, who always sitting down on his side all the time, while newcomers came to the beach.

He is protective but casually a manic from his state of mine in the borderlands. Considering this, that if some guys kept staring at your boobs for too long, he would be dragging you away from them, just to give them a headstart.

You would be sitting down on his lap while he kissed your hand and then he grin, the most lovely precious thing he had. He wouldn’t let anyone hurt you and that you were his queen, soon forever as he would kissed you and admire your whole self.

♥︎☆[⿻Aguni⿻]★♡

I mean, Aguni is too soft for you and even when you’re that small, he would protect you from everywhere when it gets too dangerous around.

Simply, he would easily pick you up all the time, as if that makes you happy because you were acting so childish and all.

He wasn’t very open to you about his feelings, but Aguni really adore you on that note. He doesn’t care about your boobs or whatever, he just sees you as this nice and lovely woman that he loves the most.

Just him kissing you there, and there, and then to your lips as he smiles at you.

♥︎☆[⿻Last Boss⿻]★♡

He may not been talkative that much to you, just him staring at you weirdly on that aspect.

Clearly, the only thing he could do was stare at you silently, while your eyes stare back at him. The silence is just making things awkward, on that note he just proceeds to pat your head and walk away.

Just you feeling confused by that weird man with a katana, and when he came back after eight minutes he just whispers to you.

Which he thinks you’re quite adorable, and doesn’t look at your boobs, but your face is what makes him want to come back.

He just wanna hug you that’s all as a way of saying, “I love you.”

♥︎☆[⿻Niragi⿻]★♡

Yep, this guy is an asshole, a huge massive dickhead. Niragi would make fun of your height, and even when you’re struggling to do anything but watches you.

Yet that’s what this man even likes about you, is that you’re small and weak while he is tall but a dick and strong. From your boobs, yeah this guy already looks at your boobs straight away.

Just wanted to squeeze or pinch them, and if you tried to run away. Oh, he is fast as fuck and would pick you up like a potato sack, and even slapped your ass as you struggle to get yourself down because of him.

And when that happened, dropping you down on the bed as he would straight up, aggressively kissing you as his tongue start to dug down on your mouth. You just struggle to get out but he just keeps going down, and that you give up and proceed to tenderly kiss him back.

In sex, he would be sliding his hand underneath your skirt, just to take his fingers into you as he grin at you, while his other hand would squeeze your boobs.

He just couldn’t control himself, just as he kept fingering until you would be overstimulating, even when he kept tearing your clothes off.

Niragi just keeps on feeling your weak spots, until you would just squirm under him. So far, he would be taking his dick right inside of you, just as you were gasping in pleasure, and you hardly tried to take it. Him watching your boobs bouncing and would suck on it, yeah this motherfucker likes that shit.

The best thing he had from you is the doggy style type shit, he just likes slapping your ass, pulling your hair, and even choke your neck just to pin you down and ruin you.

Hearing you crying for more, just makes it more better for him, unless he was just sweetly shushing you. You were just too adorable, that he wanna hear you screaming or whimpering, and even that face you’re making.

Biggest turn-on for his type of shit in sex with you, and that your whole body was covered in hickeys and bruises. What he really wants from you afterwards, is cuddle as he rest his head on your boobs.

♥︎☆[⿻Yaba⿻]★♡

Yaba would totally adore you, despite not so much to show himself from you.

I mean you would be clinging his arm around, just as he turn to you while he was smoking, and that you were smiling at him.

He sighs and completely grabs a bit of affection to you, by head patting you and kissed you on the forehead as he walked away.

Yaba doesn’t mind about your boobs, he just never seem to grab an interest on that, rather he is just interested in you.

As a matter of fact, he did love you to the point he can’t express it as a meaningful way of saying it. During sex, he would go rough and easy on you, just so he could focus on getting to the point but not hurting you.

He just lift your legs while he kept slamming his dick into you, then he would be kissing you just for you to try and relax a bit. Then he would continue slamming your insides, as you were straddling on his lap and you start riding on his dick.

You would be exhausted as he quickly hug you, as he kissed you by the neck then to your lips. After sex, he gently move you comfortably in bed, and wanted you to stay rested while he was beside you, caressing your hair while he smokes.

♥︎☆[⿻Banda⿻]★♡

Banda would tilt his head just to look down at you, he slowly smiles as he touches your face. He would think of you as a puppy just by your eyes and how small you are.

His complete adoration turn into an obsession, Banda would just happily laugh and look at you. He really wants you to look at him, not other people.

You were just too sweet for him, the fact you would just be cooking food while he would just hug you from the behind. In fact, the part where he would look down at your boobs for a moment, he slowly chuckle maniacally as he would squeeze your boobs for a second.

Then he went back wrapping around your waist, just to lay his chin of the back of your shoulder.

In sex, then that would be another story after all of that sweet things going on.

After all being so gentle and sweet with you, he would aggressively kissed you and that your clothes would be gone for a second, that he begin bitting your skin.

You would be sucking his cock because he wanted to look at you, and even your naked ass is sticking out just as he caressed your hair and smile.

Then he would pull your hair just to push your mouth down as you gag, dark grin on his face while your eyes went glossy. Banda loves your innocent look, seeing you struggle while sucking his cock.

Even when he put his cock in between your boobs, just as you were stroking it with your boobs, while licking the tip of his cock.

He’s being entertained on someone so small, could be a fuckable slut. He isn’t going easy on you, when he would straight up fucks you immediately and that you tried to handle it, Banda couldn’t wait and he is now fucking you instantly.

Gripping your waist and your legs wrapping around his waist, then you would know that sensitive spot is about to make you react.

You scream and cried as your body shakes, but he keeps going and going that you would be whimpering. He would kiss your tears and caressed your hair, then he continue as you were crying so much.

Afterwards, just straight up hugging you as you guys fall asleep in bed.

[borderlandbabe]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐁 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐆𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗-𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

Arisu Ryohei

Arisu blinks at you, completely caught off guard. He leans back slightly, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Wait, what? You… you were a famous singer?"

You nod, a little amused at his reaction. Arisu rubs the back of his neck, clearly trying to process the information. He always thought he knew everything about you, but this? This was something else.

"I mean… that’s crazy. Why didn’t you tell me?"

He’s not mad, just genuinely surprised. A few minutes later, you catch him on his phone, looking up old performances. His eyes widen as he watches you on stage, your voice filling the room.

"Damn… You were incredible,"he murmurs, barely realizing he said it out loud. When you tease him about it, he quickly averts his gaze and mutters, "Shut up… It’s just weird seeing you like this."

But deep down, he's impressed.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Karube Daikichi

Karube whistles, his lips curling into a grin as he crosses his arms.

"So my girl was a superstar, huh? Should’ve figured. You got that whole… untouchable, goddess thing going on."

You roll your eyes, but he only smirks wider. Within minutes, he’s already digging through the internet, playing one of your old music videos on full blast.

"Damn, listen to that voice. That’s sexy as hell,"he says, looking you up and down like he’s seeing you in a new light.

He’s completely into it.From that moment on, he brags about it constantly. If someone so much as hums one of your old songs, he’s the first to go,

"Yeah, my girl used to own the damn stage. No big deal."

And he definitely starts asking for private concerts.

"Come on, babe. Just one song. For me?"

He’s relentless.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Chota Segawa

Chota’s mouth literally drops open, and his eyes turn into giant heart eyes,practically sparkling as he stares at you in pure awe.

"WAIT, WAIT, WAIT. Are you SERIOUS?! My girlfriend was a famous singer?! That’s so COOL!!"

He’s literally bouncing on his feet, flailing his arms like an excited puppy. When you show him proof, he lets out a high-pitched squeal and nearly drops his phone.

"I-I’m dating a superstar! Oh my god—do you know how insane that is?! Do you realize how many people would KILL to be me right now?!"

He spends the next hour watching every video of you performing, absolutely starstruck. If you ever sing in front of him, even casually, he turns into a blushing, stammering mess.

"O-okay, you’re way too powerful. This isn’t fair."

And if he ever sees you in a glamorous outfit like the ones you used to wear on stage? He straight-up faints.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Tatta Kōdai

Tatta’s reaction is pure admiration. His eyes widen, and he leans forward.

"Wow… That’s amazing. You must’ve worked so hard to get there."

He’s not the type to fangirl, but you can see how much he respects you. He asks all the right questions—what it was like, if you miss it, if you were happy doing it.

"Did it make you feel free? Or was it more stressful?"

If there were bad memories tied to it, he immediately reassures you.

"Well, you don’t have to be that person anymore if you don’t want to. But… I’d love to hear you sing sometime."

And when you do? He smiles so warmly, so sincerely, it makes your heart ache.

"Your voice is beautiful."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Kuzuryu Keiichi

Kuzuryu takes a long sip of his tea, staring at you over the rim of his cup.

"I see."

That’s it. That’s his entire reaction.

But later, you catch him with his earbuds in, watching one of your old performances. His expression is unreadable, but you notice the way his fingers subtly tap against his leg—keeping time with the music.

"You had a strong stage presence," he finally says. "Commanding. I assume you were respected."

He doesn’t ask many questions, but if there’s any pain tied to your past, he will acknowledge it in his own way.

"If it was a burden… you don’t have to carry it alone."

And that means more than anything.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Oki Yaba

Yaba snorts.

"Tch. Yeah right. You? A famous singer? Prove it."

So you do. And his smirk drops.

"Oh… Shit."

He immediately gets quiet, eyes locked on the screen. He won’t admit it, but he’s kind of in awe. When the video ends, he clicks his tongue.

"Hmph. Guess I underestimated you."

From then on, he never directly compliments you, but if someone else talks about your career, he’ll be the first to go,

"Damn right she was the best. You should’ve seen the way she owned the stage."

But if you catch him listening to your songs in private? He will deny it to his grave.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Banda Sunato

Banda tilts his head, an unsettling smirk forming on his lips.

"Well, well. My little songbird had a past life, did she?"

He’s way too interested. Not just in the music—but the fame,the pressure, the inevitable fall from the spotlight.

"Tell me… did you love the stage, or did the stage love you?"

You can tell he’s already digging up information, analyzing every part of your past like a puzzle. But instead of mocking you, he finds it intriguing.

"You were once adored by millions… and now you belong to me. Interesting."

He’ll never let you forget it.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Chishiya Shuntaro

Chishiya raises an eyebrow.

"Huh. Didn’t expect that."

That’s all he says. But later, when you’re not looking, you definitely catch him watching your performances. His face is unreadable, but when you confront him, he just sips his drink and says,

"It’s not bad."

If you ever sing around him, he’ll act unimpressed—but the way he subtly turns to listen gives him away. And when he does compliment you? It’s low and casual.

"I see why they loved you."

But coming from him, that means everything.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Kyuma Ginji

Kyuma loves it. His grin stretches wide as he pulls you into his arms.

"So my goddess was once a star? Damn, that makes you even sexier."

He begs you to sing for him, probably playing his guitar while you do. Every performance turns into an intimate, soulful moment.

"The world may have had you once… but now, you belong to me."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Aguni Morizono

Aguni pauses.

"I see."

He doesn’t say much, but later, you find him listening to your old songs alone. If you bring it up, he simply shrugs.

"You were good."

But if anyone dares bring up your past in a negative way, he will shut it down instantly.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Niragi Suguru

Niragi bursts out laughing.

"No way. My girl? A pop star? That’s hilarious."

But when he actually looks into it, his laughter stops.

"Tch. So all those guys were obsessed with you, huh? Guess I’ll have to remind them who you belong to now."

He gets insanely possessive. And if you ever sing for him? His cocky smirk disappears as he watches you intently.

"....Sing that again."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Takeru "Hatter" Danma

Hatter’s reaction is instant fascination. His eyes widen, and then his signature smirk appears as he leans forward, resting his chin on his hand.

"A famous singer, huh? Now that is something I did not expect. My lovely, mesmerizing, dangerous songbird… the world must have been at your feet."

He’s thrilled by the idea. To him, it makes perfect sense—you have that rare, magnetic energy that naturally draws people in. He pictures you on stage, bathed in lights, captivating an entire crowd with nothing but your voice.

"It’s a damn shame I wasn’t there to see it."

Then, suddenly, his smirk deepens.

"Or maybe it’s for the best. If I had seen you back then, I wouldn’t have let anyone else have you."

Hatter loves the idea that his girlfriend was adored by millions, but he especially loves that, in the end, you belong to him.He’ll tease you about it constantly, throwing out lines like:

"Sing for me, my queen. Let me see the goddess they all worshipped."

And if you do?He sits back, utterly entranced, eyes dark with admiration. The moment you finish, he grins and murmurs,

"Dangerous. A voice like that could make a man fall to his knees."

Hatter revels in the knowledge that you were once a star. But now, he considers you his greatest treasure.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Samura "Last Boss" Takatora

The second you tell him, Last Boss freezes.His hands tighten around his katana as he stares at you, his one visible eye narrowing slightly.

"...A famous singer?"

His voice is unreadable. You can’t tell if he’s amused, curious, or something darker. But then, a slow, eerie smile stretches across his lips.

"So… you once stood under the spotlight. Letting the world consume you."

Unlike Hatter, he doesn’t romanticize the fame. He fixates on the weight of it—the way the world must have watched your every move, adored you, and maybe even hated you.

"Tell me… did it feel like a cage?"

There’s a strange intensity in his gaze, like he’s trying to see your past through your eyes. He loves that you had power over people, that your voice could command an entire crowd. But there’s something almost… possessive in the way he reacts.

"They must have wanted you. Desperate, obsessed… but they never really knew you, did they?"

If you ever sing for him, even casually, he goes silent.His usual unsettling grin fades, and he watches you intently,his breathing slightly heavier. When you finish, he licks his lips and mutters,

"...That voice. Dangerous."

He adores it. But the knowledge that the world once had access to you? That unsettles him. From now on, he makes it clear—

"Your voice… is for me now."

And if anyone even mentions your past career in a way he doesn’t like? They don’t get to mention it again.

[lcvved]

Telling The Alice In Borderland Boys, Your Pregnant..

Warnings: None.

Characters: Niragi, Chishiya, Aguni, Arisu and last boss.

Note: Made this just because I was bored. Hope you enjoy. Oh and none of these are my gifs!

Suguru, Niragi…

Would laugh.

Thinks your joking.

Then gets angry when he finally realise you weren’t.

Then thinks you’ve cheated and then shots the room angrily with this gun.

Maybe even threatens/teases you with it.

Makes you cry. Laughs at you. Then leaves.

Don’t expect anything from him.

100/10 would no recommend.

Might come back over to apologise to you.

But I seriously doubt it.

-

Shuntaro, Chishiya…

Already knows.

Like bro knew before you did.

He’s a doctor so he seen/knows the symptoms.

Plus it’s not like there is many condoms out in borderland. It’s all pull out and pray over there.

Very nervous to tell him.

But when you finally gather up all your courage the conversation would look something like this-

“I’m pregnant..”

*Blinks*

*Smirks*

“I know.”

*Walks away*

Motherfucker.

8/10.

Sly cat.

-

Morizono, Aguni…

Probs Cries.

Hella emotional.

Little scared.

I’m getting girl dad vibes.

Wouldn’t care about the gender but deep down would want a girl. 

10/10.

Good dad.

-

Takatora, Samura. AKA Last Boss…

Smile creepily.

Probs licks your check.

Rubs bump.

6/10

A weirdly good dad.

In a very creepy way.

*Bro that kid better come out a fucking Samurai or some shit* 

-

Ryohei, Arisu…

*Faints*

Wakes up like-

“I had the weirdest dream!”

Probs faints again when you told him its in fact not a dream.

Once he stops fainting hella nervous.

Might cry.

The most supportive tho..

Might not be ready but boy knows-

Your body, your choice.

Will try his best to be a dad.

Won’t be to strict tho…

9/10

Sweet boy!

[s0ullove22]

How the AIB Boys Confess Their Feelings to You

(you drives them crazy, and they love it)

⸻

Chishiya:

He’s annoyingly good at hiding emotions, so no one really sees it coming.

Except you.

You catch the way his eyes linger. The way he stands a little closer than necessary. The way he always has snacks when you say you’re hungry—even though he “doesn’t care.”

One night, you call him out:

“Are you ever going to admit you like me?”

He glances up from his chair, smirks, then calmly says,

“I figured you knew already.”

You blink. “Wait—so you do?”

He shrugs. “I like you. A lot. But you’re clever enough to figure that out without a grand speech, aren’t you?”

…You roll your eyes, but your heart is doing backflips.

⸻

Last Boss:

He confesses the only way he knows how—bluntly, and like the world might end right after.

You’re tending to his wounds again, fussing over a cut on his cheek, when he grabs your wrist.

“You make me feel… different,” he says quietly.

You tilt your head, confused. “Different how?”

His eyes meet yours. No mask. No steel. Just raw honesty.

“Like I don’t want to die anymore. Like I want to protect you. Like I love you.”

It’s not soft. It’s intense.

But he looks terrified.

You just smile. “I love you too.”

He exhales like he’s been holding that breath forever.

⸻

Arisu:

He’s nervous. Like, visibly.

He keeps trying to say it but backs out every time.

So you corner him one evening and say, “Okay, seriously—what’s going on with you lately?”

And then it bursts out of him:

“I like you! Okay? I really, really like you. I think about you all the time and it makes everything—this place, these games—less awful.”

You stare at him, stunned.

He looks like he wants the ground to swallow him.

So you just grin and say, “Took you long enough.”

And the way he laughs after? Worth it.

⸻

Niragi:

He doesn’t say it in words at first—he shows it in the possessive glances, the way he always steps in front of danger when you’re around, the snacks he throws in your lap when you’re grumpy.

But one night, when you jokingly say, “You’d be sad if I died, huh?”

He goes still.

Then dead serious:

“I’d burn the whole Borderlands down if anything happened to you.”

You blink. “…So you like me?”

He scoffs, then mutters, “Yeah. Obviously.”

You smirk. “Say it.”

He groans. “Fine. I like you. A stupid amount. Happy now?”

You kiss his cheek and he blushes so hard, he forgets how to act tough.

⸻

Tatta:

He stumbles over every word. He keeps fidgeting, scratching the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact.

Finally, he blurts it out while you’re drinking water:

“I really like you! Like, in a heart-fluttering, can’t-sleep, you’re-so-pretty-it-hurts kind of way.”

You choke on your water.

He panics. “Oh my god are you okay? I didn’t mean to kill you with feelings!”

You burst into laughter and say, “You’re so cute it’s actually unfair.”

He turns tomato-red. But also? He glows.

⸻

Aguni:

He doesn’t plan it. It just happens.

You’re arguing about something small—like whether you should rest or keep moving—and he says, “You’re too stubborn for your own good.”

You fire back, “Well maybe I wouldn’t be if you didn’t keep risking your life!”

And he just… stares at you.

Then quietly says, “I do it for you.”

You pause. “What?”

“I’d risk everything for you. Because I love you.”

Your heart stops.

He looks away, like maybe he shouldn’t have said it.

So you take his hand and whisper, “Then I guess we’re both stubborn. Because I love you too.”

___________________

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Let me know if you have any requests

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[borderlandblues]

Wrong smile, Wrong guy

Jealous!Chishiya x Reader | enemies in love :) | slow-burn tension

The beach was loud tonight—bonfires flickering, music echoing across stone walls, voices bouncing off tile and tension. From the second-floor balcony, half-shadowed by a column, Chishiya stood still—detached, as always. Except tonight, his eyes weren’t wandering the crowd like usual.

They were locked on you.

You were standing near the bar, posture loose, laughter easy. You looked soft in the glow of the firelight—softer than you ever were with him, and he hated that he noticed. Chishiya couldn’t hear the conversation—didn’t need to. You laughed, the kind of genuine laugh he didn’t see often, and tilted your head in a way he recognized. That glint in your eye, the one you always used right before a sharp-tongued resort—gone. Replaced with softness. The source?

Last boss.

Of all people

Chishiya’s jaw tensed, the corner of his mouth twitching—just enough to betray him. He wasn’t even sure why it annoyed him. It just did.

He watched you nudge Last Boss playfully in the arm—touched him—and that was it. He turned away, pacing a step like the movement might shake it off. But it didn’t. You never smiled liked that when you talked to him. With him, you were all eye rolls, sarcasm, smug jabs, and “go away, Chishiya.”

So why the hell did it bother him?

Maybe it was the way you looked so uncomplicated down there, laughing like the world wasn’t crumbling. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t even noticed him watching. Or maybe it was because somewhere deep in his chest, there was a flicker of something he didn’t want to name.

He glanced over his shoulder again, watching you from afar, and quietly muttered to himself.

“Tch. Idiot.”

But this time, he wasn’t talking about you.

[so-many-fandoms-here]

(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistake you notice.)

• Characters: Takatora Samura (Last Boss), fem!Reader

• Genre: Angst, fluff (turned out more fluff that I intended)

• Warnings: detailed description of death and decay, talking about the meaning of life

Angst Prompts - #8

Ⱄⱄ. .ⱄⰔ Ⱄⱄ. .ⱄⰔ Ⱄⱄ. .ⱄⰔ Ⱄⱄ. .ⱄⰔ

Since I came into this world I saw and felt absolutely everything. I saw people laughing like maniacs right before a laser shot trough their head. Saw people crying about still being alive and how they prayed for their death or the courage to end it themselves. I saw craziness, hope and despair. And I felt all of it too. I cried and laughed, I mourned and partied, I felt how sanity and craziness alternated my brain and I felt how grateful and yet unappreciative I was for being alive. It felt like my brain was eating itself.

Back in the real world, living always felt like a burden. You were alive because you had to. I was sick of it and longed for a change. Now life was a privilege and I still didn’t know how to feel about it. Do I want to go back? Or do I want do find the meaning of life here? Questions over questions flooded my brain and just as I thought I was about to drown in them I met him.

Last Boss was a skinny guy with lots of tattoos covering his body. He looked impenetrable and always had a katana with him.

He understood me. He was like a drain to my overflowing head and our talks helped me to empty out the water soaked dizziness my brain was drowning in.

One night I talked to myself as I sat on the rooftop, hoping if I ask my questions out loud some intention of mine would answer me. „What is life all about?“

Instead of getting an answer by my intentions, the stars, god or whatever, Last Boss answered me. „I never figured it out. But since I am here, I feel like I am closer to the answer.“

Maybe it was fate. We both went upstairs regularly but somehow we always missed each other. But tonight, with my head heavier than usual by all the stuff around me, he suddenly was there.

Since then we met up almost every evening to talk. I never had so honest and deep conversations with anyone else before and for the first time it felt like someone gets me, that I don’t seem crazy. We talked about our lives before and what we wanted to leave behind, about the definition of good and evil, about how moral codes doesn’t exist in this world and how life becomes a deeper meaning here. Last Boss was determined to stay here until the very end, I for my part was still unsure, but the imagination to stay and have this conversations with him until one of us died sounded surprisingly tempting. I know that I fell for him at the worst time possible but what I also know is that I wouldn’t trade what we have with anything in the world. It seemed more meaningful than anything I’ve experienced before.

„Are you afraid to die?“, I asked him one night as we once again lay next to each other in bed, another ritual we started one day without any particular reason.

„No“, he simply replied. „Are you?“ I thought about it for a second before answering. „I don’t know“, I say. „Probably. But not more than I am afraid of living.“ Another statement any other person would‘ve called me crazy for, but not Last Boss.

„I really like you, you know“, I admitted after we both went silent for a while. „You do?“, he asked, nervousness painting his voice. „I do“ I reassure. „Not a good time for things like this. Or maybe it is, I don’t know. I just wanted to let you know. You get me, you know.“

His hand touched mine and quickly linked its fingers with mine. „What do you think happens after we die?“

Another question I have to think about. I’ve asked myself this a couple of times but never really came to a conclusion. „I don’t know“, I said again.

„I think we will become one with the earth“, Last Boss whispered, brushing his thumb over my hand. „I like that“, I admitted with a smile. „That would make us being of use.“

The tattooed man let go of my hand and turned on his side to look at me. „What do you mean?“ I rolled on my side too and looked into his eyes. „If we don’t get cremated our bodies will rot away, feeding the worms and the ground. Our death will be compost for new life to begin and spread.“

„That‘s beautiful“, Last Boss whispered. Other people would frown and call him sick for viewing this morbid fantasy as beautiful, but I nodded confirming. „Yeah. Maybe that’s the meaning behind life.“ „To die and create room and resources for new life. To keep the cycle upright.“, he finished my thoughts.

The dim light shined through the window on his face, lighting it up just enough for me to see his dark orbs that stare right into mine. My hand brushed over his cheek while I can’t help but to smile. He placed his hand over mine to make sure I wouldn’t move it away, then he whispered: „I don’t care about the time.“ Obviously picking up my on my confession again.

My smile got even wider as I brushed with my thumb softly over his lips. Then I got closer to him and pressed my lips on his. And again. And again.

[burdarian]

[aguni-simp]

This is my deadpool and wolverine

[niragigooner]

This is literally how much everyone was praying on arisus downfall during the beach arc

[chupenguin]

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