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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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reve-writes · 2 years ago

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—fixer upper. | alice in borderland chishiya shuntarō x reader.

you were shot. he helped you not bleed out to death. | set in s2 beginning of king of spades.

CHISHIYA WAS CUNNING AND SELF-PRESERVING. While it would've slightly hurt your feelings if he had left you, it would be very much in-character of him.

He cussed when the first spray of bullets was fired, finding cover. You cussed seconds later, leaning against a pillar, your hand hovering over a fresh bullet wound just above your hip bone.

"Fuck," you repeatedly said, trying to stay calm despite the adrenaline pumping through you. You needed to think of the different ways you could get to safety, away from the gun-crazed maniac.

"Can you move?" Chishiya asked, noticing the blooming blood on your jacket.

You closed your eyes, the pain was starting to sink in. "You go. I'll wait for the shooter to walk past and make a run for it."

He said nothing and for a terrible second, you thought you were actually alone. Having been in the Beach for quite a while, you weren't used to isolation. Your eyes shot open when you felt someone grab your hand.

"Can you walk?" He asked again, slinging your arm over his shoulders.

You stare at him blankly for a second. He asked again, with an annoyed click of his tongue. "Can you walk or not?"

"I can try," you answered, hobbling along the sidewalk with the silver-haired man. You hissed and cursed every time he pulled or pushed you swiftly to take cover.

"You're regretting it, huh? Should've left me," you teased, watching him as he frowned with effort.

"Stop talking and move faster."

Finally, he ducked under an apothecary, pulling you inside with him, waddling as far away from the doors and windows as possible. You hid behind the cash register counter while gunshots rang over and over again outside. Until, eventually the sound got quieter and disappeared.

Chishiya peeked over the counter. Still quiet. He gingerly stood up and walked quietly over around the counter.

"I have the shittiest luck," you complained. "Can't even die from the shot. Now I have to sit here and bleed to death in pain."

"On the contrary, I think your luck is keeping you alive," he replied, shuffling about between the shelves.

You shrugged, not that Chishiya could see it. "Maybe I'm lucky to be stuck with you then."

It was silent for a second and two and five.

"Are you—"

You interrupted him, "Because you're a med student! I didn't mean to make it weird."

"You remembered," he said, putting a handful of supplies next to you. Gauze, anesthetic, antiseptics. Sat facing you, Chishiya put on a pair of latex gloves.

"Take off your jacket."

"Huh?"

Still as expressionless as ever, he tugged on the bottom hem of your jacket. "Off."

You slid down the zipper awkwardly. Chishiya was completely professional while dressing your wound. You were staring at him, shamelessly, as his blood-slicked hand pressed against your torso.

Were his lashes always this long?

Chishiya knew he should have left you. Your plan most likely would have worked, assuming the shooter was trying to rack up as many victims as they could, you would've been safe hiding until they walked past.

However, seeing the blood slicking your clothes, he could feel himself tensing. He couldn't leave this to a probability. A dozen different scenarios went through his head—all of them with you, dead. At that moment, his caution was thrown in the wind. You couldn't die. Not there, not then.

He was so used to having you around him that the thought of you dying never really crossed his mind. Would he simply go on? Would he grieve? He didn't want to dwell on the thought. This was the one thing he didn't mind not knowing—what he would do after you.

"You'll be fine," Chishiya said finally, security the bandage around your torso. "Rest up."

"I'm fine now," you said stubbornly. You tried to push yourself off of the ground, but the room spun around you. You fell, lying down on the floor with your hand on your eyes, groaning.

"You lost a lot of blood. Get some rest."

When you woke up much later, there were a fresh, clean jacket, a bottle of water, and a couple cans of food by your side.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

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#chishiya x reader #chishiya shuntaro x reader

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hwallazia · 9 months ago

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LATE NIGHT WORSHIP – 김홍중

synopsis . just hongjoong being the best boyfriend in the world fingering you in your sleep <3

pairing . kim hongjoong & fem! reader

genre . smut (mdni!), fluff, comfort, established relationship, non idol!au

taglist . @bro-atz | apply to join my taglist ♡

word count . 0,8k

DISCLAIMER! softest dom! hongjoong, somnophilia (only practice this with your partner’s consent!), clit play, fingering, praise, overstimulation, reader’s very whiny, sweetest touches from hongjoong <3

NIC’S NOTES i had this thought a few days ago and i had to write it. also, i got inspiration from a banda sunato (from alice in borderland) smut ff i wrote in spanish.

It was past 2 am, and Hongjoong was still awake, sitting by the bed frame and watching his sleepy little fool snuggling in his arms, finding comfort in them. Your eyes were red because you cried and begged him to hold you while you were sleeping just a few hours ago. Your hands cutely grabbed his shirt like a child who is afraid of having his lollipop taken away. The small hiccup that erupts from you can be barely heard.

Cute.

He’s been playing with your hair for hours, occasionally kissing you on the forehead, his hands often pulling you closer to him.

The silence was comfortable enough for him, and he treasured moments like this with you by his side.

But soon the silence was interrupted when he felt you move in your sleep, letting out a noise that he couldn’t tell what it was. He stopped moving and tried to kiss your forehead repeatedly to calm your movement.

After a few seconds, Hongjoong finally identified your noise as sobs, considering that your breathing started to get even heavier. With the idea of you having a nightmare set on his head, he shushed you, singing you a lullaby in an attempt to make the nightmare go away.

Just a few seconds later, the sound you made started to turn into a moan, and he immediately stopped when he noticed that you were having a wet dream.

He smiled to himself, taking a look at your face: you wrinkled your nose, biting your lips, mouth slightly open. there’s a bead of sweat on your forehead, and he silently curses himself for not noticing how you’re rubbing your thighs right now.

Without much thought, he spread your legs, making you shudder in your sleep. With the cold breeze hitting your wet pussy, his finger already found its way to your pussy, only to discover that there is indeed a noticeable wet spot on your panties.

He traced small circles with his finger, playing with your wetness, which caused you to make small noises in your sleep, involuntary moans escaping your lips.

Then he pushed your panties to the side and, without further thought, his thumb pressed your cute little button. You squirmed in his grip and tried to close your legs when his long finger hit that spot only he could reach, only for his other free hand to push your legs apart.

“Joong…” You whimpered in your sleep, which gave him some sense of power.

He can feel himself getting hard by the second, his cock restrained against his pants, screaming to free himself from that piece of fabric. The head of his cock was pushing against your ass, and with you writhing against him, it pretty much didn’t help.

He wanted to fuck you right then and there, pushing his cock into your ass, your pussy, your mouth, making you cry in your sleep, driving you over your limit, making your dreams come true. All while you’re still sleeping. He wanted to do it all.

But he decided that seeing you so helpless and crying from any source of contact is more important than that… for now.

You were hiding your face against his neck, breathing increasingly heavier when Hongjoong pinched your clit, earning a pout from your lips.

He rubbed your clit, using your wetness as lubricant to make it more slippery. He can’t help but feel stunned as he looks at you.

He stopped when he noticed your legs were shaking, before rubbing against them again.

“Joong… ’want more,” You murmured sleepily against his neck, pushing your hips up to find any source of pressure, of relief.

“Shh… Just sleep. M’gonna take care of you,” Hongjoong responded, his eyes still not leaving that little clit of yours that was already glistening with your juice. It was fascinating, how his finger can do you like that.

Then he started to stimulate it, smiling when he saw your legs trying to close and push the finger away from him. You screamed in your sleep, squirming in his grasp, your feet curling as you felt yourself getting closer.

“Joong… I want your cock… mmhm…” You moaned, so you moved your hips in time with his finger stimulating your clit, wishing it was his cock instead of his finger.

Hongjoong only smiled at your words, and with a little more pressure, you whimpered as you felt yourself squirting all over his finger.

You screamed, your whole body shaking as you came, but Hongjoong continued stimulating your clit with a warm smile on his face.

“S-stop!” You screamed against his neck as you attempted to push his hand away from your sensitive bud. Your boyfriend gave you a long, deep kiss on your forehead and whispered, “Shh… I need to finish what I started, so go back to sleep mhm? Sweet dreams my love.” All while continuing to lazily circle your clit.

He was fighting the urge to unbutton his pants and pump his cock inside you, the bulge was starting to hurt and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t shove his cock inside you a second from now.

But he decided it would be more fun if he waited until you went back to sleep.

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niragisimp · 2 years ago

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The Pain Before (Niragi X Reader) Part 11

Part Ten, Series Masterlist, Part 12

Niragi's door slammed behind him as he entered his room, his mind still clouded with anger. 'What the hell was Chishiya there for?' he thought, his stomach turning in disgust. 'He should just know when to die,' he looked at his gun for a moment before shaking his head. 'Aguni would kill me if I just shot another executive out of nowhere.' His frustration getting the best of him, he took the nearest object his hands could find and threw it into the mirror. The sight of the glass shattering didn't do much, but it did give him a moment's peace. He could break whatever, or whoever, he wanted, given the right time.

He turned when his door opened, Aguni standing firm in the doorway. "Niragi. C'mon, we have a job to do." He smiled, muffling a laugh as he knew exactly what that meant. He might not be able to kill Chishiya, but he could kill someone and for now, that was enough. Niragi followed Aguni out of the room and through the building, his trigger finger already twitching as it rested on the side of his rifle propped on his shoulder.

The people cleared the way as he walked, something he never got tired of seeing. They both exited through the fire exit on the side of the building, its alarm gone with most battery devices. The noise from the pool grew quieter as they hastened their pace, Niragi practically running with anticipation. His eyes lit up as he saw them; traitors. Their hands were tied behind their backs, speckles of blood wet on the cement. Some already had swollen lips, some resting their bloodied faces on the ground, their bodies unsteady. Niragi's excitement might've gotten the best of him as he hadn't even noticed Aguni standing back, watching him carefully as he began to beat a traitor with the stock of his rifle.

The moon had taken its place in the sky by the time Niragi returned to his room. His shirt was bloody and his arms ached from beating men so mercilessly. He sighed heavily as he unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it on the bed. He turned his attention to the bathroom, a new mirror had already taken the last's place above the sink. Niragi turned the water on overhead, unbuckling his belt and undressing. He steps in as the mirror starts to fog, the hot water washing over him as he runs his hands through his hair. He pulls out his hair tie as his body relaxes, the heat soothing his aches.

His mind began to wander against his will, the memories of the morning still lingering in his mind. He recalls the way the light hit your eyes when you opened them in the morning, the way you clutched his shirt to your chest as he kissed you. He closed his eyes when the thoughts persisted, 'She'll be the death of me,' he thought. He stood under the water unmoving until it went cold, lost in a battle with himself until he came to his resolve. 'If it's ever her or me...'

Niragi turned off the water, shaking his black hair of water. He pushed it back, grabbing the nearest towel to dry himself quickly. The sooner he delivered his resolve, the better he would be. He dressed in fresh clothes and grabbed his rifle, heading out into the hallway. Words kept repeating in his mind, words that made his heart hurt, but nonetheless, he kept repeating them. 'She is nothing to me. She can't be.'

You ran into your room, how you made it there without falling on your face you still weren't sure. Your back slammed the door closed behind you, your body giving in and hitting the floor. You slumped against the door, hugging your knees to your chest as you bawled. 'How could Chishiya do that to me? We... We were friends, weren't we?' The tears came harder the more you thought, your wails echoing through your room.

Your mind told you to lift your head at the sudden sound, but your body didn't want to listen. It wasn't until you felt a pair of arms wrap around you tightly that you realized what, or who, it was; Niragi. You could see his gun on the floor behind him by your bed, but your senses were more focused on the smell of his hair, still damp. You couldn't help the tears that overflowed harder, practically crashing your body into his.

You buried your face in his chest, his silk shirt taking on the tears as his hand caressed your back slowly. You could hear a sound come from him, a soothing one at that. The arms around you tightened, his hand stroking your hair. You could feel him placing soft kisses on the top of your head in between your cries of pain.

The both of you sat in front of the door, Niragi's arms around you as your puffy eyes grew tired. Niragi pulled away from you, unwrapping your arms from him gently. He lifted your tired face so you'd look at him, watching you carefully. His other hand goes to your cheek, wiping away the last remnant of tears softly. Niragi gasped as you grabbed his hand, nuzzling the side of your face in it, holding your own hand over his.

You could see the surprise on his face, but the feeling had such a calm to it. You told yourself it was the warmth, but you were starting to think it was him, instead. His onyx eyes darted back and forth between yours as you looked at each other before he spoke, "... Who did this to you?" You bit the inside of your lip, wanting to look away from him. His grip became firm on your chin, even lowering his head so you'd be forced to look at him, "... Was it Chishiya?" You could feel your face betray you as his eyes grew with anger, his jaw clenching.

He lets go of you and stands up abruptly, his body tensing. You watch him shocked, unsure of what was going on until you saw him pick up his rifle. You felt your heart start to quicken with panic as he started for the door without another word. He stopped as he felt your hand grab his, pulling it towards you. Without turning to look at you, "What're you doing, (Y/N)?" he said without even giving you a moment's glance. You sat in silence for a moment, just relishing his hand in your own before you felt it tense up, you spoke. "... Why do you always leave?"

You kept your eyes on the floor as you spoke, not wanting him to see you so vulnerable. You felt his hand leave yours, your body aching for that particular warmth again almost immediately. Your body suddenly felt so cold, shivers traveling down your back. You held your breath as you saw him crouch down on the ground in front of you, his hand pulling your face up to meet his, your nose just barely brushing up on his. He held you like that for a moment before speaking, "Why're you looking at me like that?"

You wanted words to come out, but they just wouldn't obey you. You pulled away from his hand, your body nearly falling backward into the wall behind you before Niragi's arm clutched you to him. Your brain yelled at you to push away as it stared at the rifle just inches away, but your heart relished in the closeness.

Niragi leaned down into your ear carefully, you could hear the metal piercing on his tongue gently clasp against his teeth for a brief moment as he licked his lips before whispering, "Anyone else that hurts you," you gasped as his fingers dug into your waist, "... deserves to die." You felt your back hit the wall as he let go of you, standing again and swinging the door open. You rushed towards him, your mind racing, "Niragi!"

He propped his rifle up onto his shoulder as his mind gathered itself. He only stopped when he heard you run after him, your footing sloppy. "Niragi, stop!" He clenched his jaw and swung around as you grabbed his shirt, trying to pull him back to no avail. He tried to hold the anger in his voice back as he spoke, "What part do you not understand, (Y/N)?" Niragi could tell he failed by how you looked at him after. You looked so scared, of him, of all people. He said he would protect you, but at this rate what exactly was he protecting you from?

His face grew soft as tears slowly started pouring out from your eyes unwillingly. Your eyes were already so tired, red from exhaustion. He couldn't help but hesitate going forward, his mind still screaming from not following through on his resolve to be rid of you. This was why he had made his resolve; seeing you in pain made him sympathetic, angry, and even hurt, one could say. Watching you be happy made him jealous, and frustrated when it wasn't being purely directed at him. All things that would easily get someone killed in the Borderlands.

"P-please... Please don't kill him..." The look of defeat on your face said it all for him; killing Chishiya would hurt you. But why? He was nothing more than a snake in the grass, always planning on who to bite next. 'Killing him would surely be best in the long run,' he thought. 'It might hurt her now, but she'll be better later. She'll understand. I'll make her understand.'

He nearly laughed as his thoughts made more and more sense. "And why not?" Niragi watched as your eyes spilled over again, your brain turning any wheel it could to think of a reason that might appeal to him. He only gave you a moment before turning his back, brushing off the hand that held him back. "You'll thank me later."

"If you kill him... I don't even want to see or hear from you ever again." He stopped in his tracks, whipping his head around to look at you. He scanned you for any signs of a bluff; he didn't find a single one. You stood sloppily, body staggering, but your eyes told the truth. He could feel something drop in the pit of his stomach as his mind was wiped of any thought. His hand tightened on his rifle in the empty hallway, devoid of people.

He approached you quickly, grabbing your arm to hold you steady. His fingers gripped you tight enough to bruise as he stared into you, anger in his eyes. "You don't need him, I--" His throat trapped his words from being released, his thoughts screaming. 'I'm stronger, smarter. I can protect you. I'm more powerful. I'm better.'

Your words were low, almost a whisper, "He's my friend..."

"I'm better! That snake would let you die if he had the chance! Hell, he might even kill you himself!" You jumped back as Niragi yelled, but his grip kept you in place. You swallowed every fear and survival instinct you had since coming to this place. Every instinct that told you not to speak back, not to taunt a man holding a literal rifle just inches from you with the safety almost always off.

"... Th-then prove it."

Niragi stared at you almost dumbfounded, your words sparking confusion throughout his body. "What?"

"Prove it to me." You mustered up all your courage as you tried to speak firmly, "Don't kill him. If you're better than him," you took a quick breath hoping, no, praying, that this wouldn't get you shot. "Then please do me that favor... F-for me..."

You did your best to hold yourself steady, biting your tongue to stop your lips from shaking. You could feel your knees start to buckle under the weight of Niragi's gaze. "... And if he hurts you again?" He spat out his words, the disgust clear in his tone. "T-then... Then I won't question you again."

The thought was a tempting one as he contemplated. Some part of him wanted to rejoice; you would never question him again, and you'd do it willingly, at that. Another part of him grew upset, and he couldn't quite put his finger on the reason. His piercing traced his teeth as he thought about it for a moment, ignoring the voice in the back of his mind.

His lips turned upwards into a smirk as he replied, "Deal."

You felt your entire body relax at a moment's notice, your legs finally giving in to the floor. Niragi stood for a second shocked before swinging his rifle strap across his chest, pushing his gun behind him. He grabbed your arm and waist, hoisting you up carefully. He pressed your body against his trying to get a look into your eyes. They both rested closed, swollen from a day of tears. He couldn't help the feeling of unease as he wrapped your arm around his neck, placing his hands on your back and under your legs. His knees lifted you up carefully as he held your body tightly to his.

Niragi kicked the door partially to crack it, the weight of his body opening it for him. He kicked the door again, and once he heard the satisfying click behind him, he became more relaxed. He carefully laid you on the bed, grabbing the nearest pillow and resting it under your head. Niragi threw his bloodied shirt from earlier down to the floor, kicking it under his bed. He went to his closet as he heard you stir in his mattress, grabbing his favorite shirt and bringing it to you.

You felt his hand shake your shoulder gently, ushering you to open your eyes. You could tell your eyelids were still puffy and sore when you complied, a soft groan escaping your lips. Your mental state had seen much better days, even in the Borderlands. With the help of Niragi, you were sat up, slumped over in the bed. You couldn't help but feel out of place; your eyes wandering an unfamiliar room. You felt your arms being moved without your strength, a soft fabric covering you.

Niragi sighed, gaining your attention. Your eyes caught his as he stared at you, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of your hair back, his fingers lingering behind your ear.

"I hope you know how big that favor is."

Your breath hitched for a moment at the tone in his voice; it was so soft, so mesmerizing, and yet, it felt like a threat at the same time. Without words, you simply nodded in response. You felt your throat go dry, suddenly remembering what happened the last time you were in this room those many nights ago.

You were so lost in thought that you didn't feel yourself being pulled back into the bed. You stole a quick glance to your side, eyeing Niragi on your right. You hid your face in the dark as the realization hit you; the warmth from his chest was from a lack of a shirt. The deep breaths you took to steady your heart weren't much help as Niragi wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling your back into his chest.

The first thing you noticed was the heat from his body; it was soothing in its own way. It melted through the silk shirt you were wearing, right to your skin. You could feel his face nuzzled into your neck, and you could've sworn your heart was about to beat out of your chest.

Niragi smiled proudly; he could hear your heart beating rapidly. He decided to push himself just a bit further, placing his hand along your thigh. He'd let go of his anger for just tonight so he could lay next to you peacefully. Even if it wasn't how he wanted, he did still get to prove that he was better than Chishiya. It didn't go the way he wanted, no. But while the snake was in his room alone, Niragi had you pressed up against him in his bed.

He closed his eyes as he made a new resolve, one that defied his character in every way. It made his instincts scream, but he could retrain them, given time. He would get you to feel the same way for him as he does for you, one way or another. It surprised him; how quickly his mind could be changed when you were around him. He was so confident in himself just an hour ago, ready to kick you to the curb. But every time you came around, all those thoughts disappeared.

Niragi listened carefully as your breath deepened, your heart finally steadying. He lay there for a moment, carefully planning his next objective. To kill Chishiya would take time, especially if you kept associating with him. He would slip up eventually, making his true intentions known. A snake doesn't hide in the grass for long.

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homeslices · 2 years ago

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Mirror Mirror on the Wall

A/N: For the one annon who requested a before the Borderlands with my Best Friend fic I’m working on it as we speak, I just got a lotta inspo for this 😏 and 🦢 annon I just wanted to let you know ily and you’re so sweet <3. If people have any other Alice in Borderland ideas for me my inbox is open.

Summary: This has no connection to my Best Friends fics it’s just pure smut with Chishiya but it could technically be read as a part of it if you wanted it too.

Pairings: Shuntaro Chishiya x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Smut

“Oh, will you look at that”

Chishiya draws out the first vowel of his sentence in a condescending way, but you really couldn't pay attention to that. You couldn’t pay attention to anything.

A fog of lust clouds your mind and senses. The position you’re in only makes it worse. Your head lulls back against Chishiya’s right shoulder, not being able to sit up from both bliss and exhaustion. Your bare back presses against his clothed chest and your legs are hooked around his, opening wide for him to do as he pleases.

The hand that was switching in between your nipples, flicking and twisting them in the most calculated way, soon starts trailing up. It brushes gently against your sternum, up your neck, until you can feel him gently grasp your jaw.

You can even begin to process what’s going on before Chishiya moves your head from his shoulder, to straight up, carefully holding it up himself.

Your unfocused eyes were staring through whatever was in front of you, but the feeling of your clit being pinched brings you back to reality. You squeeze your eyes shut at the spiked pain and pleasure, letting out a squeal surprise.

Bringing his lips right against your left ear, Chishiya continues with a single word.

“Look.”

With as much strength as you could muster, your eyes slowly open and focus on the exact thing Chishiya wanted it to. Yourself.

The mirror mounted to the wall reflects everything in front of it, and at that moment that includes you.

Your eyes meet your own, and you can see the mess Chishiya has made you. You look like you’ve been fucked dumb, which is pretty accurate. Chishiya uses his hand that wasn’t holding your jaw to part your sticky folds, revealing your clenching hole, aching with need.

He’s been messing with you like this for a while. Toying with your bundle of nerves until you see stars but never letting you finish. Rubbing up and down your slit, but never putting his fingers where you needed them most. However, the stimulation of him playing with your clit and your hard nipples felt so good, euphoric even.

Pleased at your compliance, Chishiya trails two of his long, slender fingers to your desperate hole. Your cunt tightly squeezes around them as soon as they enter and you let out a whine of relief.

Chishiya expertly navigates the inside of you, knowing exactly what makes you moan and scream. You let out a whimper, feeling him so deep in you with just his fingers.

He curls them suddenly, pressing them right against that spongy spot, making you open your mouth in a silent cry. All you can do is watch in the mirror as Chishiya pumps in and out of your dripping cunt.

At this point a white ring has formed around his fingers and Chishiya soon adds a third finger. Letting out a broken moan, you move your eyes to Chishiya, only to find he’s already looking at you. There’s a smug look in his eyes when you meet them.

“Feel good?” He questions like he doesn’t see you falling apart in front of him.

You shakily answer with a hum, which is all you can manage. The sudden feeling of Chishiya’s fingers speeding up and your clit being stimulated once again makes your eyes immediately fly back to the reflection of your cunt in the mirror.

You can’t keep the moan bubbling up in your throat down, and the haze that was covering your mind before soon returns. Your eyes stay fixed on the mirror as Chishiya expertly makes a mess out of you, ruining anyone else for you except himself.

At this point you're close. So close to the edge that you let out a desperate sob and hand grabs around Chishiya’s wrist that’s pistoling in and out of your sopping cunt to ground yourself.

Leaning down, eyes not leaving the mirror, Chishiya leaves open mouth kisses up and down your neck, marking you, all while watching you fall apart on his fingers.

His hand that was gripping your jaw soon trails town to tweak your sensitive nipples lance again and switching between the two.

Chishiya lips brush against your ear, one word leaving them.

“Cum.”

Just like that coil of arousal that has been building for what feels like forever, snaps. White floods your vision as you cream around his fingers. But he doesn’t stop. His fingers keep going in and out, in and out, even faster than before. Your nails dig into his wrist, overwhelmed at the overstimulation.

“Too much,” you cry out.

Whispering in your ear once again he responds.

“You can take it, can’t you?”

You only nod mindlessly. Chishiya doesn’t falter from his fast pace. Your second orgasm was fastly approaching and he could tell. Your cunt was squeezing around his fingers once more, and your eyes were starting to stare mindlessly in front of you.

And just like that, with a little more pressure to your sensitive bundle of nerves, you watch yourself cum for a second time. You let out a sob of pleasure and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Chishiya slowly works you through your orgasm, leisurely slowing his fingers to a stop, and when he removes them from your dripping cunt, you let out a whine at the sensitivity.

You feel Chishiya wrap one of his arms around your waist and the other gently cups your jaw.

“You think you got one more in you?”

It was only then that you felt something hard pressed against your back. Looking up at Chishiya in the mirror, you see his amused expression, but it’s hinted with need.

The look he was giving you was making your clit throb once again, so you turn around and put your lips on his. You kissing him soon turned into a battle of dominance, that you quickly lost, as you both quickly stripped Chishiya of his clothes.

Once his clothes were scattered somewhere around the room, it was sort of a blur. All you could focus on now was looking at Chishiya’s reflection in the mirror as he pounded in you from behind.

He tightly grasped your hips and all you could do was grip the sheets, your head falling against the bed. His cock was hitting your g-spot over and over again. You felt so full. You could remember anything, not ever your own name. The only thing going through your mind was Chishiya.

However, it seemed apparent that Chishiya didn’t like the fact that you were no longer looking at the mirror in front of you. He removes one of his hands from your hips, and brushes it all the way up your spine, only to then grab your hair. He then pulls, making you strain your neck to watch yourself once again.

Your cunt clenches around Chishiya’s cock and his hips stutter. You know you're going to cum soon and so does Chishiya. His hips speed up, making you aware he’s just as desperate as you are. He’ll never admit it though, not when he looks so smug about the state you’re in.

Finally, when Chishiya gives a particularly rough thrust aimed right at that special spot in you, your final orgasm of the night hits. You let out a shaky cry as you squeeze around Chishiya’s cock, vision white once more. You hear a loud groan behind you and then you feel Chishiya paint your walls white.

You close your eyes letting the euphoric feeling and exhaustion settle over. You feel Chishiya pull out of you, and you let out a whimper. Your head felt like mush. You couldn’t think, everything was hazy.

When the fog finally cleared your mine, you find yourself under the sheets wearing a clean t-shirt, and can feel Chishiya’s arms wrapped around you.

“Are you okay?” He asks softly yet hesitantly, as if not to startle you.

You nod against the crook of his neck.

“Yeah I’m good,” you confirm.

You don’t move when you continue.

“Are you okay?”

You can both hear and feel him as he lets out a huff of amusement.

“Yeah I’m okay.”

You let out a hum of contentment before closing your eyes once again.

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homeofthelonelywriter · 7 months ago

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Thai

(A/N) Here you go, Anon! Sorry it took so long, but I hope you like it!

Pairing: Chishiya x Reader (no Y/N)

Warning: flashbacks to the Borderland, fluff, talk of injuries and almost dying

Synopsis: based on this request

“Hey, hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

You cursed under your breath as you heard your boyfriend’s voice, accompanied by hurried footsteps from behind you. Your mind was racing, trying to think of an excuse, but nothing came to you in time. So when Chishiya reached you and grabbed the box you were carrying, all you could do was stand there with an awkward smile on your face.

“You know the doctor said not to lift anything for another few weeks.”

You rolled your eyes at his concern, although you couldn’t help but smile at him. Ever since you escaped from the Borderland, he had been fussing over you. Understandable if you consider that you had almost died at the end. If Arisu and Usagi had taken just a few minutes longer, you would’ve surely bled out. And the fact that Chishiya had been holding you through it all, unable to do anything to save you, didn’t make it better.

So now that you’d been released from the hospital, a few weeks after all your friends were allowed to leave, Chishiya was like a hawk, monitoring your every move. And you just wanted to help. Ever since you had decided to move in together, on day two in the hospital, you tried to convince him that it wasn’t that bad and that you could help. But the only thing he allowed you to do was unpack the boxes and decorate, and even with that little labor, he still forced you into breaks every few minutes.

You sighed as you followed him through the apartment, now empty-handed. He placed the box on the table in the kitchen and turned to you, reaching out and pulling you against him.

“I just want you to get better quickly, you know that right?”

You sighed again and leaned against his chest. Of course, you knew but it felt shitty that he was doing all the heavy lifting, literally, while you just stood to the side and watched. But instead of saying anything, you just cuddled against him and closed your eyes, flashbacks of the events in Borderland immediately appearing. You jumped as you heard what you thought was a gunshot. Chishiya tightened his hold around you.

“It was just a car, don’t worry.”

You nodded and slowly let go of your boyfriend, a tired smile on your lips.

“I’ll go unpack then.”

You were about to leave when Chishiya stopped you by grabbing onto your hand and pulling you back into his arms. His lips quickly connected to yours, his hands settling on your waist. As he pulled away from the short kiss, his nose nuzzling against yours.

“How about we take a break? Grab some food?”

You smiled.

“Thai?”

Chishiya pulled away, a playful frown on his face.

“We had Thai yesterday. And the day before.”

You chuckled and grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers.

“Not my fault they have the best food.”

A chuckle escaped your lips as Chishiya started to explain how Ramen was superior to Thai. But you just pulled him out the door while listening, starting on the way to the Thai place you loved, while Chishiya was too lost in the discussion. He would only notice where you were leading him when you arrived. Or at least that’s what you thought. In truth, Chishiya could barely hide his own smile as he watched you lead him away from the apartment complex, thinking you had won. He’d let you believe that you had bested him as long as it made you happy. And hey, Thai isn’t that bad.

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surshica · 2 years ago

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NINTENDO SWITCH !

“my chemical hype boy..!”

summary : chishiya and yn have always been academic rivals since 5th grade…embarrassing. chishiya was always one step ahead of her whether that be job lineups, studying, grades, anything. that has only fueled her hatred for him even more or well that’s what she thought was hatred. lets just say he felt the same way, maybe.

genre : slow burn kinda — university au! no borderlands — academic rivals to lovers — crack — fluff — slight angst

warnings: jokes abt death — cursing — sarcasm — maybe unfunny jokes idk — slow slow slow SLOW burn (xoxo)

taglist: closed </3

main pairing: fem!yn x chishiya

status ୧ ongoing !!⠀ֶָ໋♡ ﹏

schedule ୧ daily…⠀ֶָ໋♡ ﹏

started ୧ 12 . 31 . 22 !!⠀ֶָ໋♡ ﹏

ended ୧ 01 . 26 . 23 !!⠀ֶָ໋♡ ﹏

ֶָ໋♡ profiles !! influence gurus & kuina defenders

ֶָ໋♡ featuring !! alice in borderland characters

beware !! this is going to be around 50% smau 50% written or 60% smau 40% written. im not the best at written so this will improve my skills excuse my grammatical mistakes !!

ONE . . . rocket science - smau & written

TWO . . . iced coffee

THREE . . . cat got your tongue - smau & written

FOUR . . . gaslight

FIVE . . . chainsaw man?

SIX . . . better luck next time

SEVEN . . . party party yeah

EIGHT . . . umbrella - smau & written

NINE . . . boo boo bear

TEN . . . OMG ? - written

TEN 1/2 . . . oh my oh my god - smau & short written

ELEVEN . . . tsismosas

TWELVE . . . who’s this ?

THIRTEEN . . . kiss kill*

FOURTEEN . . . you’re so annoying - smau & written

FIFTEEN . . . kissedblocked

SIXTEEN . . . unprofessional

SEVENTEEN . . . my little pony - smau & written

EIGHTEEN . . . her?!

NINETEEN . . . greedy for love - written

TWENTY . . . cheater - written

TWENTY-ONE . . . umbreon and sylveon

TWENTY-TWO . . . strawberry scented

TWENTY-THREE . . . operation ask him out.

TWENTY-FOUR . . . operation HOLY SHIT

TWENTY-FIVE . . . fucking finally - written + smau

EXTRAS !! . . . get a room + my love <3

#chishiya x reader #aib chishiya #alice in boderland x reader #chishiya fluff #chishiya headcanons #chishiya imagine #smau #chishiya smau #꒰ა 🎧 ─ NINTENDO SWITCH : .. ꒱#- SURSHICA ♥︎

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vin-taege · 2 years ago

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spoilers!!!! hello!!! you asked for chishiya x reader request? can i request oneshot or headcannon of them reuniting in the hospital in the last episode?(they both were in borderland) so they were dating before and during and after borderland (maybe they were walking together in shibuya that kind of thing so they both are alive)

It's been a while so I might be rusty :') For this, I decided to set pre-borderlands reader and chishiya at the beginning stage of their relationship (think first date) so the reunion impact has much more oomf (in my silly little head, this makes sense). I hope you like it!!

What's Missing?

Summary: You had made a promise, but you can't remember for the life of you what nor to whom—but a certain blonde with a Cheshire smile may help you recall.

TW: blood, SPOILERS FOR S2

Genre: fluff, alice in borderland au, hinted established relationship

Pairing: reader x chishiya

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You couldn't feel your dominant hand. The pain had dwindled into numbness, but you were certain a silver bullet had dug its way in between the bones of your lower arm. Chishiya had managed to take his jacket off despite the blood pouring out his own side. Through his shallow breathing, he tied it it tightly around your wound, trying his best to ignore your pained groan.

The bullet-fire had stopped a good hour ago, leading you both to think that the King of Spades was long gone. But your wounds didn't stem from that game—it was from the godforsaken shootout Niragi started.

You and the blonde sat side by side, huddled behind a dented car Usagi and Arisu had dragged you towards. You tried your best to shift a little so you can face him better, bringing your other arm to press against his blood-soaked torso. He spared a small grunt, the only thing telling you that he was in as much—if not, more—pain as you are. His warm hand covered yours, the two of you trying to put pressure on his wound.

"___," he exhaled slowly. "Promise me."

You hummed in response, whispering, "Okay."

Chishiya let out a low chuckle, "I haven't said what for yet."

"You don't need to," you turned your head up, eyes meeting his. "I'll do anything for you."

He gave you a small smile—the type void of his usual snark. In a way, he seemed almost sad, fearful. "I know. Sometimes I wish you wouldn't."

The blood pool underneath you grew. You didn't know which blood was whose, and you'd rather not find out.

"Promise me you'll remember," he quietly murmured. If you weren't paying attention you would have most likely missed it underneath the boom of fireworks, suddenly appearing the way they did when you first came into this wretched place. The familiar robotic voice greeted all surviving players with a congratulatory message, one you drowned out in favor of focusing on the only person that mattered: Chishiya.

"I promise. We'll find each other again."

Unbeknownst to you, your eyebrows knit together in worry upon seeing his paler complexion. The blush in his cheeks and the color from his lips have drained out, blooming on the cement instead. A dull spark in his deep brown irises fought to stay alive. You wanted to kiss him so bad.

You would've done anything to feel his lips against yours again, or his fingers in between your hair. Even inches from death, he looked so beautiful, but you were scared that the slightest touch would rip him away from you.

"That's all I need," Chishiya gave your hand a small squeeze, the light of fireworks reflecting off his cat-like eyes.

The disembodied voice in the background asked one last question, one you both knew the answer to. In a blink of an eye, everything melted away.

Disoriented, you found yourself back in Shibuya, waiting for your date outside a coffee shop. You blinked twice, as if waking up from a dream, the only thing grounding you being the buzz of the hundreds of people coming and going. From the corner of your eye, you saw the flash of platinum blonde hair—and felt the impact of the meteor immediately after.

.❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

The first thing you woke up to was systematic beeping.

Your body hurt all over, especially your dominant arm. With a glance, you realized that it hung in a cast. With enough effort and pain tolerance, you could still wiggle your fingers.

Something was missing.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a nurse walking into your room, her small gasp catching your attention. She quickly scampered off to most likely find a doctor, but you couldn't have cared less. Your mind was stuck on somewhere—someone?—else. There's something important you had to do, but you didn't know what.

You needed to meet someone.

It would be days later when this thought would flash across your head.

That's right. There was someone you had to see.

You've healed enough to roam around the hospital now, but you still couldn't be discharged because they had to monitor the fracture in your lower arm. The way the bones have splintered could've only been caused by a gunshot wound, which stumped the doctors because how on earth could you have been shot during the impact?

Subconsciously, your walk has led you to a patient lounge area. Looking around, you saw a girl with chin length-hair laughing across a boy with long, shaggy hair, a small bandage stuck across his cheek. Other patients were scattered among the tables, some watching TV, others silently reading by themselves. That's when you locked eyes.

At the furthermost corner, a man sat with a set chessboard and an open pack of crackers. A flash of recognition sparked across your mind, and a part of you knew he felt it too.

You promised something. Promised what? To whom?

Without breaking eye contact, you walked towards the bookshelves his table was placed next to. He raised an eyebrow, light blonde strands of hair framing his sharp eyes. You gulped, second-guessing yourself.

You promised.

Half-heartedly browsing the shelf, you picked a book out, halting when you heard the blonde clear his throat.

"Your supposed to sign the logbook before borrowing," he nodded towards a bookstand, which was set beside a large window overlooking the hospital's garden.

"Ah, thank you," you replied meekly.

It was only when you were in front of the logbook that you realized: shit, you couldn't write.

Struggling, it took you an embarrassing amount of time to properly hold the pen. You could feel him watching you, smirking at your helplessness. Weirdly enough, you didn't feel offended or annoyed. Instead, warmth nestled within your chest.

I promise I'll find you.

You had barely scrawled three letters when you felt his presence closer to you. You looked over to your side, slowly taking him in.

His hair was tied into a small ponytail, a few loose strands poking out. His eyes looked less cold upfront, specks of sunlight entrapped in the rich brown. He felt like home, like hot chocolate after a long day or the rediscovery of a childhood toy.

"I thought you needed help," his lips curled slightly, a boyish grin adorning his features.

You chuckled lightly, "Thank you. My name is—"

And before you even finished, he had written your entire name—as if he knew it by heart, as if it was an oath he'd held onto dearly.

You tore your eyes from the paper, meeting his intense gaze again. He gingerly raised his hand, his heart yearning to reach out to you. He didn't know why but it all felt right when he first saw you. Everything was in its place.

You held his hand in midair, bringing it over to your cheek.

You've done this lifetimes before.

"Chishiya," his name left your mouth like a whisper—a wish scattered upon the heavens to come true.

"You were late to our date," you teased him.

He snorted a little, eyes crinkling as his grin widened. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

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