#comfort ryohei arisu

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✧:･ﾟSincere Friendship → Ryohei Arisu ˚₊· ꒰📼꒱

꒰ 命 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ꒱┊Arisu feels lucky to have someone by his side supporting him.

꒰ 命 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ꒱┊arisu ryohei x fem¡reader.

꒰ 命 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ꒱┊friendzone, comfort, cute, emotional support.

꒰ 命 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ꒱┊slight anguish, family issues, possible trigger for some readers, friendzone, both are unrelated to reciprocal passion, english is not my first language! let me know if you have anything else to add! :)

꒰ 命 𝐖.𝐂 ꒱┊1,05k

꒰ 命 𝐀/𝐍 ꒱┊just a chapter with a small moment between friends, despite being in love, but it's kind of implicit.

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Once again. It was just one more time, like all the others… but it was becoming hard to ignore. Ryohei was considered the scum of the Arisu family. He was tired of being subjected to responsibilities proposed by his father. He just wanted to live. Free.

Nagging and insults directed at him were part of his daily life but, more than tired, he was beginning to wonder if he was capable of changing. The last thing he wanted was to become his father's perfect puppet like his older brother, but it was almost inevitable that the thought of being accepted by his family crossed his mind.

And once again he was here, sitting on his couch playing a mini game on his cell phone while pretending not to hear the evil laughs of his father and brother and while they blatantly and unnecessarily talk bad about him.

“Congratulations on the promotion, my son! I'm glad you're the pride of the family... unlike your brother.” With a roll of his eyes, Ryohei takes out his mini game when he sees a message notification. Unconsciously a goofy smile graces his lips, almost like a natural instinct when it comes to her.

Y/n 🤍🌼

"Busy?"

me:

"It depends, if it's for

bother me, yes.”

Y/n 🤍🌼

"stop, I know you love me

company ;)

Can you find me now?”

me:

“usual place?”

Y/n 🤍🌼

“You know I do.”

Me:

“see you in 5 minutes ;)”

Y/n was definitely like a guardian angel to him, always showing up at the right times and offering support and quality time without wanting anything in return. For Ryohei, she was the most perfect. As promised, punctually and quickly, Ryohei arrived at the agreed location, a small bridge of tiled stones over a calm stream. They discovered this place by accident while running around late at night to forget their problems.

Y/n was sitting on top of the small wall of the bridge, facing the water, watching her feet moving to the rhythm of the water. Whenever Ryohei saw her, she seemed calm, almost unconcerned with life and that was one of the things that Ryohei most admired about her, her peace, her calm way of being. Perhaps part of the little peace that was in his being would be attributed to the time he spent together with her, her contagious laugh after telling a bad joke, her random late-night musings or when she would randomly text him asking if at any point in human history anyone had ever thought about drinking dog's milk. It's these little things that contribute to one of the few healthy relationships Ryohei had in his life.

Y/n removes the cherry lollipop that was in her mouth, opening a smile and waving at Ryohei's static presence. Awakening from her small reverie, Arisu smiles awkwardly at her, slowly walking towards her, her arms crossed in the cold draft.

“Look, the princess is punctual.” a low laugh emits from her, Ryohei rolling his eyes at the sarcasm.

“To get out of that place, even if I could fly, I would go as quickly as possible.” the expression on Y/n's face softened, understanding suddenly washing over her. With a sigh, his right hand touches Ryohei's left shoulder, who until then had been watching the water distractedly. “I feel sorry for them. Don't worry, one day they will see the same Ryohei I know and they will apologize for everything they said. You are incredible, don't let yourself be shaken by the words of people who only see their own nose. You are much more than that.”

A lone tear wets Ryohei's face and without hesitation Y/n reaches out her hands holding his face in her hands, wiping his tears as if she could touch the inside of his heart. Arisu's emotions were almost transparent around her and he didn't even understand why, but he felt like he needed to vent everything to her. A little hesitantly, almost afraid, he wrapped his arms around Y/n's shoulders, who without question quickly returned the hug. "I'm sorry-”

He quickly moves away from Y/n, wanting to slap himself if he crossed the boundaries of her personal space. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-”

“no. It’s okay, you know it is.” She gives him a sweet smile, the one that moves Arisu's insides. His cheeks heat up and he looks away from your face before his desire for your lips becomes obvious. Again she guides his face so he could finally face her. His eyes were twitching and she couldn't help but think how cute she thought he was and didn't really understand what his family's problem was with treating him like this.

“Thank you for trusting me with your problems, Ryohei. I feel happy that you trust me.”

“... I should be thanking you. You are always by my side, listening to my problems and comforting me when I need it most. Thank you. I really don’t know where I would be if I didn’t have you by my side.”

“You don’t need to say thank you, we’re friends, that’s what friends are for.” she responds by stroking the locks at the back of Ryohei's neck. Friends. She already does so much for him, would it be selfish of him to feel disappointed by such a term?

“Just know that I’m here for you too, y/n.” he replied with a sincere smile. Maybe the time isn't now, but he knew that one day he would be brave enough to let her know his true feelings. Until then, he would be happy to have more nights like this.

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Running and Hiding ── Alice in Borderland

FROM THE 'HELL ON EARTH' SERIES.

𓂃 ⋆ 𓈒 ‘hell on earth’ masterlist 𓍯 main masterlist

SUMMARY. [Takes place S1E7] While trying to hide as the militants attempt to find the witch, you end up getting injured. Luckily, Chishiya was there just in time you help you out.

PAIRING. Chishiya Shuntaro x gn!teen!reader, (briefly Usagi Yuzuha x gn!teen!reader, Arisu Ryohei x gn!teen!reader).

GENRE. angst, hurt/comfort, platonic.

WORD COUNT. 1.9k

WARNINGS. gn r, teen r, possibly ooc aib characters, violence, mentions of blood, guns, swearing.

based on this request!

The moment Niragi started shooting aimlessly, shouting with the thrill of it, the crowd dispersed. The residents of the beach scattered around, running in any direction that was away from the bullets and blood. They screamed in terror, frightened eyes searching for a place to hide.

In the midst of the chaos, you lost sight of Usagi. Arisu was still being prisoned somewhere on The Beach.

You ran, breaking off from as much of the crowd as you could. If you stayed grouped up with everyone else, you could be found more easily. You made a promise to not only yourself, but everyone you loved and cared about that you wouldn’t die in the borderlands. Especially not by the hands of the militants.

Your heart beat loudly in your chest, the sound of your blood pumping reaching your ears, and your feet hitting the ground creating more noise than you wanted. You couldn’t deny your fear, or the way your hands were sure to shake if you had stood still and held them out in front of you. You were here, running in the halls, completely by yourself, and out in the open.

The sound of screaming and gunshots was still there, echoing in the background. You knew, however, you couldn’t stay here, so vulnerable. You needed to hide—but where could you go? The militants were checking all the rooms, and there was nowhere to go outside. The Beach having turned into a game meant you couldn’t leave the premises. You knew that your best bet was in some random room, as much as you hated it.

When you entered the room, and closed the door, you wished nothing more than for a lock on the door, but there wasn’t any. Hatter had said that all locks on the doors at The Beach were removed, as some sort of symbol of trust. You really could use one right now, though.

Instead, you went for the second best thing. You began to push a dresser in front of the door, groaning as it dragged along the carpeted floor. You hoped this would be enough to keep you safe. It did bring another problem along, however. Now that you had trapped yourself in here, you were safer, but you couldn’t help find the witch. You had to hope someone else would be able to do it. You weren’t even sure you wanted to get in the middle of all that, anyway.

You sat there in the room for a long time, and at some point, the distant sound of a fire alarm reached your ears, along with smoke filling the air. Not enough to make you cough and heave, but you knew it’d get worse.

The building was on fire, and now you had to make a choice. Stay here and burn down with it, or run out there and get gunned down. Neither were ideal.

In the end, you didn’t have to make the choice. Someone tried to open your door, and then paused when they were met with resistance. You knew that since the door wouldn’t budge, they knew that someone was in here. You were screwed.

"Oh, you're done now."

Hearing their voice seep through the cracks between the door and the frame made chills run down your spine. You felt completely and utterly helpless at this moment, almost waiting for a bullet to break through your skull. Was this your fate?

With thoughts running wild, you pulled a nearby painting off the wall, holding it with shaking hands. You were ready to hit it over someone's head if you had to, even though you knew if wouldn't do enough damage. If you were going to die now, you were going to do it fighting.

The person at the other side of the door groaned as they pushed it open, moving the dresser with it. With a breath of exhaustion, they entered the room. You were hidden around a corner, both anticipating and fearing the moment they would come into view. It wasn't long before they did.

You hit the man over the head with the painting, a sharp breath exiting your lungs. As the glass shattered against his forehead, he cried out, falling onto his knees. He turned to look at you with a snarl on his lips, his grip on his gun tightened. Then, the world stilled as his eyes bore into yours. His grip on the weapon faltered for a moment, but he still stood, held the gun up, and aimed between your eyes.

He didn't shoot, though. He stood there, every few seconds looking like he was preparing himself to shoot—every few seconds you were preparing to take your last breath.

You didn't know why he was hesitating so much. Was it because you were younger than the other residents of The Beach? Was it because he didn't actually want to kill anyone in the first place?

He yelled out, pulling back the hand with the gun, and hit you over the head with it. You yelled out in pain, and now it was you on the ground. As your eyes were level with the floor, you felt the fear crash into you harder, and tears pooled into your eyes.

The man roughly flipped you over so that you were on your back, and he looked down at you with anger. "Are you the witch? Huh?!" He shouted, towering over you. He kicked the side of your ribs before you could reply, and you coughed and wheezed at the blunt force of it. "Well? Are you?!" He asked again. You worried that all the noise being made would get others’ attention.

He dropped down beside you, grabbing your face with his hands to make you look at him. You didn't understand why he wouldn't just kill you. You almost wanted him to at this point.

"If you're gonna admit to it, now would be a good time. A whole lot less people would die, and this conversation could end a lot sooner. You hear?" He let go of your face, slapped you, your head snapping to the side.

A tear dripped down your cheek as you turned back to him, choking back a sob. You felt pathetic, and hoped that he wasn't feeling an internal type of joy as you cried. "I'm not the witch. I didn't kill her."

He sighed, pulling the gun up, and aimed between your eyes once again. "We'll fucking see about that."

You closed your eyes, squeezing them shut as more tears slipped passed your eyelids. You knew you were about to meet your end.

But he never shot, you heard him make a noise of pain, so you opened your eyes. He looked dazed, and when you saw someone standing behind him with a skinny metal lamp in hand, you knew he was hit over the back of the head. Slowly, he lost consciousness, and felt over onto you. Somehow that made you feel sick. You needed him away. You began hitting and shoving him off of you, and then shoving yourself backwards into the wall.

"Hey, stop. Calm down." Someone said. You looked up with tears in your eyes, and realized Chishiya was the one who helped you. Him? Of all people? You hardly knew him, and he hardly ever flashed a smile. You were grateful, however.

He kneeled down in front of you, and somehow you felt embarrassed at the tears on your face. You had every right to cry, but it felt like he was looking into your soul.

"Are you okay?" This was the most amount of emotion you had ever seen displayed by him. His face was still flat of expression—unless you looked close enough. His eyes had some sort of softness to them, as well as his voice when he spoke. You felt comforted and safe—with someone you hardly knew, at that.

And to answer his question? You were definitely not okay. There were people running around, going crazy with guns. There was screaming, there was blood, there was tears. You had just been beaten by a guy who was too hesitant and cowardly to kill you immediately, and you were in a building that was going to burn down to the ground. But, you were alive. You supposed that that was okay enough. "I'm okay." You said, nodding lightly.

He looked at you like he knew that you were lying, but he still stood and held out a hand. "You can't stay in here. It's not safe."

You knew he was right, so you grabbed his hand and he helped pull you up. You didn't anticipate the sudden dizziness that would hit you—likely because of the fact that you had gotten hit over the head. Before you could start to tip and be met with the ground again, Chishiya's hands grabbed your shoulders and he steadied you.

You saw something that you could've sworn was concern in his eyes.

"Let's get going." He said. He then threw an arm around your shoulders, pulling you along with him. You felt a hint of guilt, like you were slowing him down. You knew for a fact that he wasn't searching for you until he found you. He probably just heard your cries while passing by, doing something far more important.

Once you were out and in the hallway, the gunshots were louder, but not close enough to need to run. Chishiya went in the opposite direction of the gunshots, pulling you with him. You didn't know where he was taking you, or if he was planning to stay with you, you were just glad to be getting farther from the gunshots. You hoped to not run into any more militants.

You didn't think you had a concussion, but you certainly had one hell of a headache. It made the hallways feel even longer than they already were.

Chishiya hissed lightly, a sound that indicated something was wrong. Before you knew it, he was shoving you into the closest hotel room. You knew not to question his actions or his judgment.

On the other side of the door, you heard people walking by. You were releaved that they didn't open the door to the room you were in.

Chishiya gave you a quick once over, observing the state you were in. Then, his arm was once again around your shoulders, and he was leading you through the hallway.

It wasn't long before you came across someone again, this time someone familiar. It was Arisu and Usagi, along with people you recognized as Tatta and Asahi.

You gasped, running towards them despite the way your head pounded and your ribs ached. "Arisu! Usagi!"

They looked at you, and you could see that they were as releaved and you were. You crashed into them, pulling them both into an embrace. "You're alive." Usagi said in relief. Arisu had you pulled close to him, an arm around you as if he was afraid to let go.

Usagi began ushering you into the hotel room next to you, not wanting to stay out in the open. Before the door closed, you looked back at Chishiya, who was already walking away. He turned back briefly, and nodded at you, before leaving to do what he needed to.

Once in the room, Usagi put her hand under your chin, and lifted your head so that you'd look into her eyes. She gasped, noticing the red hand mark on your face, and the bruise on your forehead.

"What happened?" Arisu asked, also seeing. He wasn't in his best state, you noticed.

"Is that what's most important right now?" You replied.

Usagi pursed her lips together, but pulled you and Arisu to the bed in the room anyway. "We're talking about this later."

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[mxliv-oftheendless]

Home

"What do you dream about?" ... "Home."

After the meteor strike in Tokyo and the deaths of his friends, Arisu was tormented by nightmares of a place he can't remember but feels so familiar. And they would've driven him over the brink if Dream of the Endless hadn't passed through his dreams one night.

(Aka this is what happens when I watch too many sad AiB edits on Tiktok lol the one that inspired this story was this one by the user queenofvs)

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Lately, the Dream Lord had taken to wandering about his realm. Oh, he had done it before, to ensure the world of dreams and nightmares was as it should be; but this was different. This time, following his return from being imprisoned, he simply wandered, traveling unnoticed through the dreams of mortals.

It wasn’t for any reason worth mentioning to his subjects, really. He simply wanted to make sure everything was as it ought to. The one hundred years he was away from the Dreaming, locked away from his home, had felt like eons. And although he tried, he could never forget the feeling that swelled in his chest when he first looked over at the abandoned, decaying ruins of his realm. So every now and then, he would wander through the Dreaming, looking into the dreams of mortals, making sure nothing was wrong.

Tonight was no different. He passed through many dreams, some exciting, some horrifying, some bleak, some wonderful. He was never in the dreams for long, simply watching for a few moments then leaving, never noticed by mortals. And then he came upon one that made him pause.

The humid air and strong scent of earth hit him as he entered a vast botanical garden. It was dark and empty, the only sound from the steadily churning waterfall. In the heart of the gardens, a young man lay sprawled in the dirt. Blood that wasn’t his own covered his face and clothes.

Arisu Ryohei, twenty-five years old. His mother died when he was young and his father, a superintendent, never considered him capable of accomplishing anything. His younger brother, the favored son, felt pressured to earn their father’s love and pride and so often belittled his brother as their father did. Ryohei grew up often dreaming of running far away with his two friends where no one, especially not his family, would ever bother him again. He was also at Shibuya Crossing the previous year when a meteor fell over Tokyo, and of him and his two friends, he was the only survivor.

This was the first night in a while that Arisu was asleep—he was afraid to sleep, because when he dreamed, he dreamed of horror. He dreamed of rooms filling with gas and igniting in flames, the smell of burning flesh overwhelming; horse masks and machine guns and people dropping like flies around him; rooms filling with water and electrocuted bodies; a hotel bursting with debauchery and violence and deafening music and screams and fire; complete darkness where he couldn’t move or see or hear and no one could hear his screams for help; mazes of shipping containers and a voice screaming at him to do it and tidal waves of blood; steam and machinery and someone chasing him and threatening to keep him and chess pieces being shocked; screams and gunshots and explosions; white, emotionless asylum walls and bloodstained shards of glass and croquet balls on a lawn. He dreamed of despair and pain and so much blood.

But what Arisu dreamed about most was this place. It was always the same, exactly as it was tonight—the botanical gardens, empty of life except him. His throat always felt raw, as though he’d screamed and wailed until he couldn’t anymore. He felt blood splattered everywhere on his face and clothes, blood he knew wasn’t his. He was always alone, but the painful ache in his heart told him that he wasn’t always alone, that people dear to him had been there, but they were gone now. He couldn’t get up from where he lay in the dirt; he didn’t want to. He wanted to die here.

“Arisu, live for us, will you?”

“Arisu… thank you.”

The two voices echoed around the gardens, surrounding the young man on the ground. But instead of comforting him and lifting him up as they always did, now the voices tormented him. He couldn’t remember ever hearing them say these things to him, but he hated to hear them. Yet he continued to dream of the voices in a cycle of self-inflicted punishment.

Dream could also feel the slight tinge of confusion around the edges of the dream. Because Arisu was sure he’d never been here before, in the botanical gardens or in any of the places he dreamed about. It all felt so familiar, but he couldn’t remember any of it. But Dream knew better—for he had seen it before, the dreams of the mortals who had fought through his sister’s Borderlands. Freak accidents like the meteor strike and others sent the victims hurtling into the liminal realm to sort out who would die and who would survive. But as a mercy, he and his sister had agreed that the survivors of the Borderlands would have no memory of it when they returned to the waking world; a small reward for proving their unyielding will to live. Some of them, like Arisu, still dreamed about it, but their memories were foggy and vague and tinged with that edge of confusion.

For whatever reason, Dream paused before he left the nightmare. He watched tears fall unendingly down Arisu’s face as he broke himself over and over with despair and grief and guilt.

Then he saw it—the trees beginning to warp, the soft but present ringing, the cracks in the dream. It wasn’t often a dreamer was broken beyond recovery by their nightmares. But some who escaped the Borderlands had come close, driven there by the trauma, grief, and confusion.

“I’m sorry…” Dream looked down and saw Arisu’s face twisted in sorrow. “I’m sorry,” he whimpered again, as though he was afraid he would be screamed at and hurt. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

He could feel more cracks in the dream.

“Arisu, live for us, will you?”

“I’m sorry…”

“Arisu… thank you.”

“Enough.”

Dream stepped in front of Arisu and looked out into the gardens. “This dream is over.”

And with a wave of his hand, the dream was gone. In its place was Shibuya Crossing, abandoned and overgrown and far brighter and clearer than the suffocating, humid darkness of the botanical gardens. Arisu stood in the center, back in the sweatpants and oversized sweatshirt he’d fallen asleep in, tears still falling.

He blinked and jerked in surprise, then whirled around to look at his surroundings in confusion. When his eyes fell on Dream standing a few feet away, he jumped back. “W-W-Where am I?” he croaked out, his voice thick with unshed tears.

“In a dream, of a memory,” Dream answered.

“B-But… But I don’t know…” Arisu sobbed helplessly and pulled at his hair. “I don’t know where I am! I can’t remember!”

“And that is a mercy,”

“Mercy?!” Arisu’s head shot up and he looked at Dream with wide, bloodshot eyes. “How is this mercy?!” he asked, his voice rising with hysteria. “This is all I dream about! It’s like it’s all real, it all really happened, b-but it isn’t at the same time, a-and I just wish I could remember so I know why I dream about it!. How is it mercy if I still dream about it?! All I dream about is death and pain and blood…” He tugged on his hair with a cry of misery. “W-Why is there so much blood…”

Arisu sank to his knees and cried, rocking back and forth and pulling his hair. Wordlessly, Dream walked over and lowered himself to sit next to him. Matthew suddenly appeared, perching on a car overtaken with vines to watch.

When Arisu’s crying had quieted down to sniffles, Dream finally spoke. “You have seen your dreams. As unclear as they are, your mind would be unable to handle anything more. It would overwhelm your subconscious and bleed into your waking world. You would be driven mad. It is a mercy that you do not remember.”

Arisu said nothing for a while, breathing in and out. “Then why do I still dream about it?”

“You dream of this place because part of you refuses to accept what happened. You refuse to accept that there was no reason why you survived and your friends did not.”

“They should’ve lived,” Arisu mumbled weakly, staring sadly at the ground. He sniffled. “They deserved to live…”

“There are many that have died that deserve to live. Death does not pick and choose. It simply happens.”

Sniffling, Arisu scrubbed his sleeve over his eyes. “I don’t know how to live without them,” he said aloud, lowering his head in shame. “I know they’d want me to live, but… I can’t. I don’t want to. Not when they’re dead.”

“Yes, they are dead.” Arisu raised his head to stare wide-eyed at him as he went on. “They are dead, and you are alive. But if you continue to look for any meaning in their deaths and your survival, you will find none. You will destroy yourself wondering why. You were nearly destroyed tonight. Would they want that for you?”

Arisu blinked, and glanced down meekly. “No…”

A familiar voice floated through the empty intersection, but this time, it brought the comfort it always used to.

“We want you to live your life, man. Live it to the fucking fullest.”

Arisu’s breath hitched and a tear rolled down his cheek. “They wanted you to live,” Dream stated. “So live.”

He watched Arisu breathe in deeply, slowly blow it out, and repeat the cycle. He wiped his tears away on his sleeve, much gentler than before, then looked out at Shibuya Crossing. His body now sagged with exhaustion rather than grief and guilt. After a long silence, he turned to look at Dream with a tired yet curious look. “Who are you?”

The corner of Dream’s mouth twitched. “You know me.”

“I do? And… do you know me?”

“I do, Arisu Ryohei,”

Arisu’s eyes widened slightly. Then something sparked in them and he blinked. “I do… somehow…” He exhaustedly ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t want to think anymore,” he mumbled. He looked out at the overgrown Shibuya Crossing. “Or be here anymore.”

He had already overstayed his welcome… but perhaps Dream could do just a little more. “Where do you want to be?”

Arisu paused, in thought. Then longing slowly crossed over his face and a sad, wistful smile grew. “Home,” he answered.

He didn’t have to explain. Dream knew what he meant. With a wave of his hand, Shibuya melted away and Arisu disappeared from his side, reappearing in the middle of an empty street with two other young men on either side of him. He ran down the street with them, elbowing and shoving each other as they whooped and shouted with laughter.

He turned to the raven perched on a fence. “Come, Matthew. We’ve stayed here long enough.”

With a flap of his wings, Matthew flew over to settle on his shoulder. “Poor kid,” he couldn’t help saying. “Is he gonna be okay?”

Dream looked down the street to where Arisu was laughing joyfully as he tried to wrestle away from an attempted headlock. “With time,” he answered. “With time, he will be.”

And with that, Dream was gone, letting Arisu Ryohei spend the rest of the night dreaming of home.

[chxshiyaa]

Real Men Don't Flinch Or Bleed In Public

Rating: T... or perhaps M. Content Warnings: Mentions of past child abuse, self-harm scars, toxic masculinity/general toxic mindset, and referenced/implied abuse of alcohol and addictive substances. Summary: Karube is strong. He keeps everything under wraps and never lets anyone see past his tough exterior. His boyfriend of three years and best-friend of fourteen, Arisu, manages to do so anyways. Word count: 2,900. a/n: i've been sitting on this for almost a year now, i think i started this before i deactivated my last account, hm. anyhow, i was feeling bummed since i didn't back up my writing pieces from my last account, so as a tribute to those fallen soldiers and also to clear some of my AIB google documents, i present this to the world.

— Usually, he’d lock himself somewhere and handle it on his own. He didn’t cry (He hated crying, it made him feel pathetic and weak), just…consoled himself, as he’d done since he was a little boy, quickly learning that if he were to be shunned when he showed vulnerability instead of being shown comfort, then he’d simply handle himself. That way, the only shame and ridicule he'd be subjected to was his own.

To be caught crying as a man (A man; not a boy, just six, with skinny limbs and bony shoulders and bruised knees) was one of the largest displays of weakness there could be, and in his youth, he beat himself up over it enough on his own - he didn’t need the harsh words and jeers of others to break him down more.

That habit followed him closely into adulthood. Now, as he’s grown from the little boy he once was and sprouted his own problems, it’s no longer just tucking himself away and trying to swipe away his tears. It was deep breaths, trembling hands, a repeated mantra in his skull of Suck it up, you’re a man as he willed himself to calm down and hastily glued back the pieces of his facade that managed to chip off.

He’s been bottling up his emotions for as long as he can remember. You’re a man, men don’t cry, his mother told him, ever since he was old enough to listen. Men are strong. Only little bitches cry, and I didn’t raise no bitch, Daikichi. You’re the man of the house now, since your Daddy ran off to who knows where. 

In his life, there has never been any room or time for tears. He couldn’t let his sadness seep out of him, so he stuffed it all in, trapped it somewhere no one could reach and drowned it in the unhealthiest ways he could find; if he could not be sad, sentimental, and vulnerable, he'd be angry, hateful, and destructive. Cigarettes and alcohol helped, his vulnerable emotions reduced to nothing but a helpless gurgle of life within the raging sea of his being.

In the kitchen, his hands are shaking. They tremble like a leaf in the Autumn breeze and as a result he spills some of the powdered instant coffee meant to go into the cup of milk. It was just something to give him enough energy for work because sleep had abandoned him during the night, leaving him resolutely stranded in the planes of consciousness, desolate. He feels restless now, alive, but he knows it won’t last. This coffee will be like liquid gold in his veins, ichor, the blood of Gods, powering him through the work day.

The powder clumsily cleaned with a paper towel, he digs through the cabinet and adds some hard liquor to his cup, watching the milk curdle instantly, producing a foul concoction. He stirs it in, takes a sip, and feels satisfaction spread through him at the repulsive flavor that curses his tongue. It didn’t need to taste good. It only needed to supply him with energy his body was too burnt out to produce.

He takes his mug out onto the balcony, sits on the chair there and strikes up a cigarette.

Breathe.

His lungs burn. The taste of the coffee is almost overpowered by potent smoke, familiar after so many years.

In, out.

He shakily exhales, watching the smoke curl from his lips and up into the darkness of the early morning sky. He’s hit with a sudden rush of nostalgia, of awakening at five in the morning when it was still handsomely black outside to get ready for the school bus, back when he only numbed a cig or three every once in a while, instead of a pack a week. It used to be worse. It used to be pack after pack in dangerously short time frames, but he swore to cut down on the nicotine. For himself, partly, and for Arisu; he didn't deserve the cancer that came from second hand smoke, didn't deserve to live in an apartment with yellowed walls. Right now, though, he simply can’t settle with a stick of nicotine gum. He needs this burn, this heat.

A part of him, nestled right inside his ribs, longs to be a kid again - not for the poverty or the abuse or the mistreatment, the absent father and the crazed mother who gave him violence before love. No, he wants the youth. The sense of freedom that came with young age, the sense that nothing really mattered, even when his life was falling apart, from his home with walls yellow from smoke and too many things broken to count, to his future and ambitions.

Karube presses the cigarette to his lips yet again just as the balcony door slides open yet again. There’s the soft pad of shuffled footsteps and then a head of messy unruly hair that’s sticking up this way and that, balled fists rubbing at scrunched eyes. It’s Arisu, huddled in a quilt as he takes a seat in the other chair. From the corner of his eye Karube sees him staring from across the table.

“Are you okay?”

Karube doesn’t look at him. He looks down, down at his thighs clad in pajama pants, at his bare feet and the ash dropping onto the balcony. He feels ashamed, somewhat, for being caught smoking, even if he knows Arisu won’t judge him like that.

“Nah.” His answer is short, curt and barely audible. Arisu told him that he didn’t need to lie around him, and how could he bear to go against that invitation when he had to look into those big, shiny eyes? More smoke files from his lungs. His hands are still shaking and he almost, almost drops the cigarette.

“Okay.” A bird caws, echoing through the morning. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Arisu was gentle. He didn’t push but he didn’t ignore the problem, either - he tried to resolve it without words, because he wasn’t the best at those, either. Little gestures; running him a bath, massaging his shoulders, telling him he loved him in that soft, low voice with those big, big eyes. That last one always left Karube breathless and feeling vulnerable; exposed, like someone had sliced him from neck to stomach and revealed everything inside, his beating heart and his working organs and the bundle of something small, something soft and pure, something he hasn’t been in decades.

Karube only shakes his head in reply and Arisu nods. He looks out at the sky, at the moon still looming above them, bathing them both in powdery grey light. He stands, and then he asks - “Can I kiss you? Is that okay?”

His heart pulses. There’s a barely there movement of his head before Arisu tenderly, gently cups the side of his head, kisses his temple with fluttering lips. “Goodnight, Karube. I love you.” Is what he says, giving him another kiss as he does. Then, he retreats, closing the sliding door behind him.

I love you. His head reels. He feels like shit, like his life force has been trampled on and thrown into moving traffic, but at the very least, he has his baby’s love to hold close to his heart.

Out there on the balcony, he sits and watches the sunrise. When his cigarette becomes a stub he strikes up another, drains his repulsive coffee-alcohol mix and lets the combined effects fill him as dawn breaks into buttery yellow sun. The world around bustles to life, other balconies around the complex becoming occupied. A mother retrieving her toddler’s clothing from the makeshift line; A little old woman sipping her tea; A tired looking girl who's just barely a woman, probably a college student, with her hair in a messy bun and a fat furry cat on her lap, stroking its back and smacking her lips as she blinks at the outside world. 

He goes inside, puts his mug in the sink and trails to the bathroom to ready himself to work. He showers quickly, ice cold to shock him into motion, then he takes a piss and brushes his teeth. When he’s swishing mouthwash Arisu shuffles through the doorframe, only wearing a big baggy shirt that hangs to his upper thigh on his tall frame, exposing the long expanse of his skinny legs. The plaid of boxers peeks out below the shirt hem and they come down for Arisu to sit on the toilet, blinking and looking rather frazzled, clearly having just woken up for the second time.

Arisu kicks his boxers off and away from him while he pees, hands curling on his thighs and Karube stares at him. Even like this, doing something so mundane and human and ‘ick’, he still thinks, This is the man I love. This is the man I gave my heart to.

“Is there somethin’ wrong with my face?” Arisu murmurs, slurring his words as he turns his gaze on Karube, rubbing at his eye with his wrist. He blinks at Karube with a perplexed expression and…yeah, that’s fair. Karube has just been watching him in silence as he relieves himself.

Karube spits out his mouthwash and watches the foamy green fluid go down the drain when he turns on the faucet again. “No. Nothin’ wrong, baby.” He rinses his mouth out once more as Arisu is standing, closing the lid before he flushes and peeling off his shirt while the water runs through the pipes. His nude body is a canvas of fading love bites on his chest and belly, healed over scars on his inner thighs and a few on his arms, too. Karube knows of their origin, he was there when they were made, there to rinse the blood from the steak-knife, bandage his torn skin and mutilated flesh. They haven’t been reopened in three whole months.

Arisu starts up the shower and Karube looks back into the mirror, at the face that earns him purred words of We should take this somewhere else, big boy at the bar, manicured nails curling around a glass. If it were a few years ago, before he had Arisu as a boyfriend instead of merely a best friend, he would’ve grinned at them (The grin that made him look like a wolf) and taken them up on their offer. Now, he merely smiles wryly and delivers a not rude, but not polite reply of Banks closed.

He was used to curvaceous bodies, feminine with wide hips and soft chest and something to grab in the back, high pitched moans and lips that left sticky prints on his skin. Arisu is skinny with virtually no fat. His voice is low, courtesy of the needle he sticks himself with every morning, and he hasn’t touched make-up since that dare he was proposed at sixteen. But, Arisu gave him what the women at the bar couldn’t - not just sex, lustful intimacy, but love. Understanding. He’d cup Karube’s face with his big gentle hands, smile wide and kiss his nose (The one that has a scar and a rough patch after so much fighting in his teens), say I love you and work his way into Karube’s heart, making a home there and living on a lease that would never expire.

His fingers come to button the undone front of his shirt, leaving a few undone so he doesn't feel so suffocated. His neck rolls and he sighs out at the crack of his bones. Then, after gathering Arisu’s discarded clothes from the floor, he exits the bathroom.

The clothing is dumped into the hamper which is then loaded into the washing machine. They do laundry twice a week, and today is a Monday. Wash day. He dumps in a cup of laundry detergent as well as some softening beads (A luxury, to he who grew up poor with more clothes dirty than he had clean), presses the buttons to start the cycle then walks out of the small laundry room - shutting the door behind him - and stepping into the kitchen.

He intends to make something quick for breakfast, just fry up an egg and pre-cooked sausage patty on some toast, however, he gets stuck in his own head while waiting for the bread to cook.

His eyes are glued to the knife block. His thoughts wander off of their path and he thinks that he could - he could - end everything. The turmoil inside him could be silence, the misery and pain ebbing away at his being finally put to a halt. Suck it up, you’re a man, his mother told him, he tells himself, but she’s not here anymore. She’s gone. Dead or drinking herself there, but wherever she may be, she’s not here. It’s merely his thoughts torturing him with the repeated mantra.

Karube is only broken out of his daze by the pop! of the toaster. Arisu has arrived, fingers leaving the toaster’s lever to shift two slightly overcooked pieces of bread onto the plate Karube had set out, blowing his fingers after he does so. At the very least, they’re not burnt.

His boyfriend is dressed in his work pants and a sports bra. He smells strongly of soap, turning his eyes on Karube. “And you tell me not to burn the house down,” He says, voice laced with amusement. He messes with how the bra clings to his ribs and tugs it down a little more.

“My manager asked if I could work paid overtime, and I said yes, obviously, so I’ll be home late.” Arisu speaks as he fetches one of the baby applesauce pouches from the cabinet, one of many infant foods in their pantry because they appeased the man’s picky appetite. “And Kuina wants me to model more of the clothes she tailored this weekend.”

Arisu wordlessly cracks the egg Karube has been holding for the past minute, letting it drop and sizzle in the heated pan as he drinks his applesauce. Those eyes of his are shiny, knowing.

“If you’re not gonna lay off work today, try not to collapse, hm?” He pats Karube center in the chest, then leaves, presumably to put a shirt on. He didn’t ask for an answer from Karube, didn’t express any verbal concern as to why he wasn’t speaking. He merely let him be, and that’s one of the many things Karube loves about Arisu. He does not nag, nor does he put himself at a distance; when Karube says something hurtful, he tells him so with sad eyes, and doesn't try to fix him when it's not his place to do so. He is what Karube needs, and too good for him all the same.

His egg is brown around the edges and his sausage is cold in the center. Still, Karube eats, because the taste or quality doesn't matter. This food is fuel, something to ease the natural pain of hunger his body subjects him to. He probably won't eat again until the evening, will probably have a cigarette on his lunch break and a few distant, dangerous thoughts to munch on.

Fuck the bar. Fuck, everything, and everyone. By the door, Karube doesn't put on his shoes, instead sinking down into the couch and staring up at the ceiling. He can open in the evening, which would be more reasonable. He just… 

No. He should still go. His legs still work and he's not dying. He can work, so he should go. So why doesn't he want to? Why is he so hesitant to follow the words his mother has told him his whole life? 

Karube is spooked out of his thoughts by big calloused hands on the sides of his face from behind, tilting his head up as soft lips kiss his own. "I'm leaving now," Arisu informs him, this upside down view of him still so beautiful. "Remember not to push yourself too hard, like you always tell me. Take your own advice."

He receives a back hug and another kiss on his cheek before Arisu disappears out the door. The words of his boyfriend fight against what Karube has been taught for years. But, of course, Arisu wins, and Karube does not make his way into the outside world. 

Of course, he can feel the shame, guilt, and anger at himself settling in, seeping into him like poison. His hands ball into fists as he leans forward, arms on his thighs, teeth working the inside of his cheek. His mother's voice nags him - What are you doing, sitting around like a bum? Get out there and work like real men do! You're a man, aren't you 

His phone buzzed, drawing him out of his brain. It's a text from Arisu of him posing beside an advertisement with a rabbit, followed by the message; Found my long lost twin in the subway :0

And something as simple as this, a digital message on a tiny cellular device, isn't enough to fix all his problems. He is still frayed, ruined, a cocoon filled with red violence ready to birth itself into the world. He is still damaged, still missing pieces of himself that he left back in his mother's house. 

But, as he hearts the message with some semblance of a smile, he at least feels loved.

[misty-doodles]

A Painful Reality (4857 words) by Lol_bnhalover Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 今際の国のアリス | Imawa no Kuni no Alice | Alice in Borderland (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Arisu Ryouhei/Chishiya Shuntarou, Chishiya Shuntarou & Kuina Hikari, Chishiya Shuntarou & Usagi Yuzuha Characters: Arisu Ryouhei, Chishiya Shuntarou, Kuina Hikari, Usagi Yuzuha Additional Tags: Hurt No Comfort, Sad Ending, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Eating Disorders, Depressed Arisu Ryouhei, Soft Chishiya Shuntarou, Hurt Chishiya Shuntarou, Hurt Arisu Ryouhei, Protective Kuina Hikari, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide, Character Death, Heavy Angst, y'all im so sorry, PLEASE HEED THE TAGS Summary: Chishiya prided himself on being observant, on picking up on the small details about a person or situation, and using it to his advantage. Very little escaped him, even if he never spoke about it. Yet despite that, he failed to notice his boyfriend suffering in silence. --- Please read the tags and decide if this fic is right for you to read.

[luvingarisu]

headcanons | ryohei arisu

author’s note: i started aib and ohmygod this man, smut hc’s are definitely ooc but i just need him so bad so i’m feeding my own delusions.

warnings: nothing much, just my first time writing smut hc’s😭

synopsis: pre-borderlands hc’s! also this is LONGGG, i have too many thoughts.

smut hc’s are definitely ooc. realistically he’s gonna be a nervous wreck but let me pretend.

not proof read

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

♡ pre-borderlands

♡ he’s a loser, you know it, he knows it, his friends know it, and his father definitely does. but it makes him all the more endearing.

♡ he’s so, so nervous at first, but once you both grow more comfortable in your relationship he’s giving into your every wish, genuinely at your beck and call. you’re his whole world and he just wants to make you happy <3

♡ he’s a little gamer! mainly pc (unfortunately, i’m a ps5 girly) but he knows his stuff. definitely uses emulators to play games like resident evil and the last of us.

♡ he prefers online shooters and stuff, but he doesn’t mind story based games if they’re more action based, like re4.

♡ i think he’d prefer a girlfriend who doesn’t mind video games (or loves them like him) so you can play together and talk about games :(

♡ would definitely emulate it takes two on both his pc and yours so you could play together, it’s such a cutesy little couple game! you guys would have a blast playing together! :(

♡ if you had a console best believe he’s using it for at least an hour every time he’s over, won’t admit it’s better than his PC but you both know it’s what he’s thinking.

♡ loves it when you sit in his lap while he plays :( and you love it too.

♡ arms wrapped around your waist as he rests his controller on your thighs, chin on your shoulder as he plays, but he always gets distracted, giving you the attention you want so easily, kissing your neck gently, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs and hips as he whispers in your ear.

♡ i can’t imagine he uses pet names often, if he does they’re classics like ‘baby’ and ‘babe’.

♡ “Baby, you wanna hop on call for a bit?” he texts you at least once a day every night you aren’t together, he ends up screen sharing a movie or show you can watch together.

♡ is also a boyfriend that makes you watch him play i’m so sorry but he just is. you see him rage far too often over COD.

♡ loves it when you call him ‘honey’, just does it for him.

♡ he’s a nerd so that definitely extends to different parts of his life other than video games, when you go shopping you always end up browsing new posters, figurines, and mangas.

♡ AOT is my favourite anime/manga so i’m gonna hc that it’s his too! ;)

♡ his favourite character is eren. without a doubt, just thinks he’s so cool, and absolutely loses his mind when he sees him turn into the attack titan for the first time, “Babe! Fucking look, that’s so cool!-“

♡ thinks you’re so pretty. while girls loved karube, the same couldn’t be said for him. in the show he’s in his 20s so i won’t say he’s a virgin, but definitely not super experienced.

♡ just can’t believe he has a girlfriend as pretty as you, no matter what you look like, goth, emo, a girl who loves to dress up and wear makeup, or if you prefer dressing down he thinks you’re so stunning.

♡ “you’re the prettiest girl ever.” (literal heart eyes)

♡ “your makeup looks really nice, baby :)”

♡ *stares at you in the mirror while you brush your hair.*

♡ “baby can you play a game with me, i’m bored :(.”

♡ dates are super lowkey! but you both love it that way.

♡ walks in parks, cinema dates, shopping dates, lazy days on the couch or in his bed watching movies are the most common ones.

♡ he does splurge on an actual restaurant for anniversary’s and valentines and your birthday with whatever little money he has.

♡ dresses up on those days too! He’ll wear a plain black shirt or white button up (whatever is more appropriate) instead of a graphic tee and some nice jeans or black slacks (he steals them from his brother.)

♡ for gifts he also keeps in lowkey, and so do you! you both can’t afford much so you just appreciate what the other gets you.

♡ he gets you little figures and posters he thinks you’ll like, or plushies! if you like makeup he’ll splurge a tad and get you a nice lipgloss you said you’ve been wanting.

♡ is definitely a boyfriend who gets gifts catered to your interests and things you like rather than buying you stuff he thinks all girls like.

♡ just over all very thoughtful, sweet, and very very handsome even though he refuses to believe it.

♡ pre-borderlands smut hc’s

♡ isn’t a virgin, but not experienced. one or two bodies before you i’d guess.

♡ let’s talk abt his dick 🤭

♡ he’s above average, but not insanely big. 6 inches, decently girthy but not so much so that it would hurt. it’s so pretty. a perfect size, two toned, a few veins and perfectly straight.

♡ i see far too many people hc him as a sub, but i honestly don’t see that, he’s neither and doesn’t have much of an interest in power dynamics

♡ you’re his equal, his baby, why would he wanna control you in anyway? :(

♡ such a titty guy. he is’t picky about size, but loves the way yours sit so pretty.

♡ soft pecks slowly grow into heated and lustfully heavy touching above your clothes, his big hands and lithe fingers shyly manoeuvring under your top. Inching their way up your soft flesh, they always find your breasts, caressing them gingerly as he softly loves on you.

♡ positions are nothing crazy, he loves classic missionary sometimes, just staring into your eyes, watching your face contort as you whine and moan. god you just look so good.

♡ but he also loves prone bone, getting you on your stomach, sliding himself in, slowly, almost torturously so. he fills you to the hilt, groaning into your ear softly as your bodies press together, sharing their warmth. he props himself up on his elbows, thrusting into you gently and slowly. he wants to savour every moment. without a doubt, he always brushes your hair away from your face, putting a large hand under you chin to crane your neck around to him, kissing you slowly as he fucks you into the mattress.

♡ bro LOVESSS head. like so bad. he loves giving, of course, he’s never been much of a ladykiller, so knowing he’s able to please you drives him mad.

♡ but he’s always down for you to suck his dick. he prefers laying with his back propped against the headboard, letting you work away. with a hand gripping your hair, or caressing the back of your head, and his other hand behind his own head, his mouth agape and eyes fluttering closed.

♡ on certain days, he thrusts up into your mouth, but poor boy always ends up feeling a bit bad :(

♡ ohgod and his fingers.

♡ long, lithe, slender. his hands are dexterous, soft and not overly calloused. anytime he uses them on you, he has you laying beside him whilst he leans over you, pumping them in and out, his thumb giving all it’s attention to your clit.

♡ the dirty talk is light, just filled with praise and light teasing

♡ he’s just too soft with you, he could never degrade you in the slightest.

♡ “attagirl, baby.”

♡”doing so good f’me.”

♡”you look so pretty, baby, my pretty girl.”

♡”makin’ me feel so good.”

♡ and just strings of curses as he praises and loves on you

♡ he’s just too good to you :(

[mikanotes]

(no need for) liquid courage

arisu x gn!reader — 2.3k words

genre: fluff

warnings: alcohol usage, swearing, arisu and the never ending struggles of social interactions, love at first sight (not really but what the hell!) honestly badly written, barely proofread

synopsis: Arisu will never, ever like parties. He knows that. He has known that since forever. But then he sees you, and he has to consider changing his entire view on that.

author’s note: welcome back arisu i missed writing for u… also everyone thank my best friend for telling me not to write the ending i originally planned or i’m being very serious when i say the tags would’ve included major character death LMFAO

It only takes a total of thirty seconds at a party hosted by friends of Karube’s for Arisu to decide: this is definitely not his thing. Not at all. The colored, flashing lights. The uncomfortably loud music blasting through speakers and hitting each wall of the place until it reaches Arisu’s ears with the promise of an impending headache. The deadly amount of people— There’s just no way I could stay here and hope to actually survive the night, he thinks.

Someone jogs up to him and slaps him on the back and Arisu sighs. “No.” he says, before Karube can get a single word out. The latter groans and shakes the glass of alcohol in his hand. Alcohol. For a moment, that seems like a good idea. Karube chugs it down before shaking his head.

“Yes.” he counters, and shushes Arisu’s complaints immediately, holding up a finger, “Only time I’m acting like an asshole friend, alright? Only time. And even then, I’m trying to help you out.”

Arisu furrows his eyebrows and looks at him weirdly. Karube is not wrong, because he never pushes him out of his comfort zone much and Arisu appreciates it. However, he really can’t see this whole thing as an act of help in any way.

“Help?” he repeats, almost sounding baffled, “How? By just fucking, s-suffocating me in a crowd? What?”

“You know what? Yes.”

“Karube!”

Karube shrugs and lets go of him to gesture towards the ever-so-threatening crowd of drunken, dancing college students. “Arisu!” he mimics his tone lightheartedly, before walking away from him and disappearing between all the people.

Great. He thinks then that he’s glad he isn’t in college because he could not live a life surrounded by people who enjoy partying so damn much— And clearly, college students do.

He won’t try. He’s not gonna leave, not immediately, because he feels like he’s getting judged enough as is by the few people glancing his way, and he doesn’t want to worsen it by leaving a minute after walking in. Not that he cares, because he doesn’t know a single person here besides Karube, (and Chota, except he has no idea where he even went) so he doesn’t have to worry about seeing any of them ever again. 

But he does care enough to lean against a wall and grab his phone from his pocket instead of leaving, because that’s just Arisu Ryohei. Besides, the prospect of hearing anything irritating come out of the mouths of either his father or brother if he was to come back home right now was much too unpleasant, and he couldn’t just hang outside without his two friends (who are here, in this stupid party.) So playing on a game until the two idiots decide they’ve gotten drunk enough to leave, it is.

Except his phone is knocked out of his hand not even a few seconds after he opens a game. 

Fuck.

“Fuck.” an unfamiliar voice sighs, the sound of footsteps moving to a stop syncing with the one of his phone clattering against the floor. “Sorry.”

He glances up at the cause of his deepening despair and back down to grab his phone, only to find the one who knocked it out of his hand reaching for the fallen device as well.

It ends up with quiet apologies on both ends and awkward fumbling with the phone before everyone is back up straight and Arisu can check if his screen isn’t shattered enough to make him consider jumping out the nearest window.

Except the flashing party lights brighten your face before they do his phone, and he forgets how to function for a good three seconds.

So it takes one minute and thirty-three seconds into a party for Arisu to feel like he might be experiencing love at first sight. “Oh.” he says, stupidly, then clears his throat. Thinks about what to say. Cannot think of what to say. 

Your face doesn’t let any emotions pass through, which is a bit comforting in a way because if he’s embarrassing himself, which he knows he is, you’re not looking at him like it’s the case.

Then you laugh a little. “I’m sorry. Can’t see shit in here.” you say lightly, glancing around for a bit, then back at him, “Are you okay, though?”

“I’m okay.” he says, pressing on a tight smile. Then he takes a deep breath and looks down out of habit, only to be met with a crack on his screen. “Nevermind that, actually.”

You lean a bit closer and sigh again. “Shit. I’m so sorry.” you say, leaning away. You cross your arms and Arisu looks up at your face. You look annoyed for a bit, but it seems like you’re thinking. “I’ll pay…” you trail off. You stay silent for a beat more before suddenly listing things off with your fingers, muttering about things Arisu cannot catch at all with the sound of the music. Curse the music. He wants to listen to you.

Snap out of it, idiot.

You clap your hands together lightly and nod to yourself before looking up at him with a small smile, “I’ll pay for the repairs. My fault.” you say, before laughing sheepishly. You clear your throat and nod your chin towards his phone, “It’s like, uh, working, right? Only the screen’s broken?”

Arisu blinks and shakes his head to focus and presses the button at the side of his phone. It lights up, and he checks the touchscreen before nodding. “Yeah, barely broken.” he says, looking back up at you. The light of his phone before it dims makes your features clearer for a moment again and Arisu swears something is wrong with him. Why is his heart beating so fast? Anxiety?

Anxiety. That has to be it.

“But you really don’t have to—”

“Please,” you shake your head, “I’d feel like I owe you, otherwise. Let me.”

An idea pops into his mind. “Uh, alright.” he says, then prepares himself mentally so the words come out right, “Then can I get your number? In case you, like, run away before paying and I need to find you.”

You chuckle and he breathes out in relief.

“Yeah. I’ll give you my number.” you say, “But you might want to type it in yourself. Clearly it won’t end up any better in my hands.” you gesture towards the phone. Arisu laughs at that and shakes his head, but goes to his contacts app himself nevertheless.

So he gets your phone number, and you’re getting whisked away by two of your friends before he can ask for your name. Part of him feels disappointed you’re gone but he’s also relieved he gets time to breathe and process the whole interaction.

So he… Stays. He tells himself it’s for the same reasons as earlier, but the way his gaze moves towards your direction every other minute tells a different story. Suddenly, a party seems great. He wants to get to that bar and order a good drink that’s definitely alcoholic so he gets enough courage to go back up to you. Anything. Any-fucking-thing.

“Hey, Karube!” he hears someone exclaim, though it’s muffled by just about every other sound at the party. He sees Karube turn towards someone and follows his gaze to you, who’s hand is gesturing for him to come over. You know Karube?! That could be good. Or the absolute opposite. Karube has had ‘flings’ with a few people. The sudden image of his best friend with his apparent new crush makes him uneasy enough to genuinely consider trying to brainwash himself into thinking he never met you.

Either you’re acquaintances, either you two had something at some point. Arisu doesn’t even pretend his game is of any interest to him anymore, focusing only on what you could be saying once his friend walks up to you. You’re gesturing towards the two friends you’d been hanging out with and saying a few words, before Karube takes out a pack of cigarettes and hands you two. His mannerisms seem to be saying ‘that’s all they get’ and you laugh as you hand the two cigarettes to your friends. Karube walks away, seemingly towards Arisu’s direction. Yes! Arisu thinks, perfect.

“Man.” Karube seemingly deflates the instant he walks in his vicinity, a disappointed look that seems to be much more exaggerated than it should be due to the alcohol, “You’re still here?”

“Would I be anywhere else?” Arisu scoffs.

The other man waves his hand back dismissively and sighs, “Alright. Get off your phone for a second.”

“I’m literally not on my phone.”

Karube ignores that and pulls him to his side by his sleeve, “So now, look around. Is there anyone that catches your eye?” he asks, slurring his words just a bit. “There has to be. I know the type of people you’re into. And, well, I’m saying this as your friend so don’t take it badly, but I know you have the typical shut-in look. But trust me, lots of people are into that! Surprisingly enough. Anyways, so don’t…”

Arisu would be lying if he said he was listening to his friend at all. The only thing he can focus on is you, talking and laughing with your friends near the dancefloor. The flashing colored lights only seem to compliment you. Long gone is the idea of them being the worst thing ever and a direct attack to his eyes. No, now everything feels pretty. Everything feels slow, perfectly-paced. The music is background noise and the partygoers are all in the shadows.

Fuck, what the hell?

“— So that’s why I’m trying to help you out.” Karube seems to finish what was a very-long monologue, then pauses for a beat. He shoves Arisu’s shoulder and the latter looks at him with wide eyes. “You weren’t listening at all.”

“No.” Arisu says blankly, only to break out into a laugh and back away when his friend pretends to try and strangle him. His eyes turn back towards your direction without even noticing.

“Huh. Oh! That’s why.” Karube barks out a laugh, grinning, “You got a crush on them?”

Arisu’s gaze moves wildly between the dancefloor and his friend as his lips part and open to speak, only to stretch into a nervous smile when he tries to laugh. “No? What? Who?” he nearly stammers.

Karube turns and yells a name which Arisu figures is yours and he fears he might hear it at least a thousand more times in his thoughts alone. Then he notes that the honorifics he used when calling you felt much too formal, so maybe you’re not as close as Arisu’s nightmarish thoughts imagined. You seemingly notice him and he beckons you over with his hand. He loses sight of you for half a second when you disappear into the crowd, and the rest of the time because he turns his gaze literally anywhere else.

“Yeah?” you ask, a bit breathless, “Oh, phone guy!”

Karube elbows Arisu (less than discreetly) and nods with a tight smile. “Meet Arisu Ryohei.”

“Oh, that’s Arisu?” you say, and the latter looks at you, chuckling nervously. He bites his tongue out of habit and decides he doesn’t need to participate in this conversation yet (Bless the heavens.) “Damn, I just saw Chota earlier, too. Who would’ve thought I’d meet all your friends tonight?”

“It’s more surprising you never ran into each other before. All of you seem to think the bar’s your free lounging space.” Karube scoffs, crossing his arms. “Anyways, you two met?” he looks at Arisu, who forces himself not to gulp.

“Yeah. Briefly.” he says, running a hand up and down the back of his neck, “My phone dropped ‘cuz of them.”

“Sorry.”

Arisu chuckles and shakes his head lightly. “It’s fine.”

“It’s fine, huh?” Karube echoes, squinting at him. He looks at him and tilts his head, prompting the other to laugh and look away, “I see how it is. Anyways, you said you saw Chota, right? I’ll look for him before he drinks too much.” he turns to you again.

“Sure. He’s talking with that girl from my history class. You know the one?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

He slaps Arisu on the shoulder before he leaves.

And then there were two, huh? Arisu sighs and looks around the same way you do. He really wants to curse out Karube for fucking him over for the second time tonight (bringing him to the party, then leaving him alone with you) but he’ll save that for later. For now, his mind is too busy trying to find a way to make sure this silence doesn’t last long enough to become awkward, so it’s really difficult to think about anything else. You beat him to it.

“Didn’t— Huh. Wasn’t Karube calling me over to ask me something? Or was he just looking for Chota?” you ask, brows knitted in confusion. Arisu hums for a while.

“Uh… Honestly?” he laughs lightly, “No idea.”

You scoff and look at him. Properly. “Arisu Ryohei, huh?”

He finds himself biting back a smile, finally properly hearing you say his name. He nods slowly, then says your name for the first time, tasting the sound of it on his tongue. It’s nice. It’s better than the discomfort he would’ve faced had he decided to actually drink alcohol. Your name would’ve felt uncertain, mixed with the taste of beer. Slurred. And he might not have remembered it as well. Now it just feels… Clear.

“Well, nice to properly meet you.”

“Tell me that when we’re out of this club and the sun is up.” you say, “I mean let’s go out on… Like, let’s, I don’t know, hang out. Karube’s bar. If you're fine with it. When we’re all recovered from the party and stuff. Yeah?”

Something in the way your words come out sounds much more nervous than all the times he heard you talk before, and part of him feels relieved he wasn’t alone in this. Then he actually processes what you said and it’s his turn to struggle to get a coherent response out. Sound cool. Sound cool.

“Yeah!” What the hell, Ryohei?

You laugh, head tilting down for a bit. When you look back up at him, you’re smiling. “It’s a date.”

[ophanum]

𝕬LICE IN BORDERLAND MASTERLIST

౨ৎ⠀ׄ⠀. ─── Niragi Suguru 〬𓂂 ׄ

( Oneshots )

⚘( ၴႅၴHeaven —Yandere! Sub! Niragi x Reader who is fine with all of this | yandere NSFW

⚘( ၴႅၴMiss Connections — You're jealousy affected you too much and Niragi's been begging for weeks. | angst, hurt-comfort

﹙Headcannons﹚

⚘( ၴႅၴDo I Wanna Know? — Alice in Borderland cast if they were yandere. All except for Usagi because she's an angel in my eyes. | Yandere NSFW

౨ৎ⠀ׄ⠀. ─── Arisu Ryohei 〬𓂂 ׄ

﹙Headcannons﹚

⚘( ၴႅၴDo I Wanna Know? — Alice in Borderland cast if they were yandere. All except for Usagi because she's an angel in my eyes. | Yandere NSFW

౨ৎ⠀ׄ⠀. ─── Shuntaro Chishiya 〬𓂂 ׄ

﹙Headcannons﹚

⚘( ၴႅၴDo I Wanna Know? — Alice in Borderland cast if they were yandere. All except for Usagi because she's an angel in my eyes. | Yandere NSFW

౨ৎ⠀ׄ⠀. ─── Morizono Aguni 〬𓂂 ׄ

﹙Headcannons﹚

⚘( ၴႅၴDo I Wanna Know? — Alice in Borderland cast if they were yandere. All except for Usagi because she's an angel in my eyes. | Yandere NSFW

౨ৎ⠀ׄ⠀. ─── Takeru Danma 〬𓂂 ׄ

﹙Headcannons﹚

⚘( ၴႅၴDo I Wanna Know? — Alice in Borderland cast if they were yandere. All except for Usagi because she's an angel in my eyes. | Yandere NSFW

౨ৎ⠀ׄ⠀. ─── Hikari Kuina 〬𓂂 ׄ

﹙Headcannons﹚

⚘( ၴႅၴDo I Wanna Know? — Alice in Borderland cast if they were yandere. All except for Usagi because she's an angel in my eyes. | Yandere NSFW

౨ৎ⠀ׄ⠀. ─── Rizuna An 〬𓂂 ׄ

﹙Headcannons﹚

⚘( ၴႅၴDo I Wanna Know? — Alice in Borderland cast if they were yandere. All except for Usagi because she's an angel in my eyes. | Yandere NSFW

౨ৎ⠀ׄ⠀. ─── Mira Kano 〬𓂂 ׄ

﹙Headcannons﹚

⚘( ၴႅၴDo I Wanna Know? — Alice in Borderland cast if they were yandere. All except for Usagi because she's an angel in my eyes. | Yandere NSFW

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

[sunoooism]

MORNING KISSES- ryohei arisu x gn!reader

୨୧ . . . content— established relationship, fluff, gn!reader.

the fact that it was an hour past your alarm didn't bother you as it usually would, neither did the numbing feeling in your legs caused by being in the same place for too long. all that mattered to you right now was Arisu who was peacefully laying across your front with his limbs entangled with yours. he looked so calm with his face pressed into the juncture of your neck that you wouldn't dare wake him, even if that meant missing your morning walk. you had both had a late night yesterday, arguing over a stupid pair of shoes until you realized you weren't mad at eachother and were both just exhausted from work and the tedious activities of the day. your day ended with him curled up on your chest as you pressed peck after peck onto his sun kissed skin, but inevitably you both fell asleep comfortably in each other's grasp.

with your left hand buried in Ryohei's soft locks and your right holding onto his hand that was lying by your waist, you simultaneously thumbed circles onto his knuckles while stroking gentle patterns on his scalp. you weren't sure if he was able to feel your mannerisms in his dream state or not but nevertheless it made no difference to you as you kept up your benevolent movements.

the first thing Arisu did when he awoke was enclose you in his arms, hugging you tightly while pressing a soft kiss to your neck. you let out a relaxed sigh and basked in his love until he decided to move, all the while still brushing through his dark tresses with your fingers. "g'morning, sweetheart" despite having been in a relationship with him since high school five years prior to this and living with him for two of those years, his morning voice never failed to make you flustered. "morning. good sleep, love?" you asked once you'd recovered from your momentary butterflies. All you got in response was a 'hmm' as you felt your boyfriend nuzzle his head further into your neck, you chuckled and ducked down to press a kiss to his forehead. "love you, Ryohei"

a tingling sensation crawled up your spine when your lover whispered the same phrase, his soft lips and hair tickling your bare skin whenever he shifted. as the sun cast its light onto Arisu's face it seeped through your curtains and into the warmth of your shared room, illuminating the previously dark space.

you peered down to check on your lover as you felt his breathing slow down again, although it was nice to have him in your arms you really did need to start the day. shuffling yourself so that your eyes were level with his you started to pepper his face with kisses, pleased and also feeling encouraged to continue when you heard a breathy laugh escape him. you remained kissing the mass of his face, paying extra attention to his moles and freckles. "gotta wake up, honey. can't sleep the day away" a playful groan was heard throughout the room and a pout made its way into his plump lips. "just a lil' longer please" he was too adorable to deny, you would probably give him the world if you could, but unfortunately you couldn't so you settled with agreeing to give him another half hour with him in your arms.

grinning, he left a kiss on your lips, though a messy one you adored him and his kisses all the same. after about five seconds he released your lips from his with an exaggerated 'mwah!' and decided one wasn't enough so dove back in for another which you gladly accepted and reciprocated. a second kiss turned into a third and soon that third had turned into far more than a dozen love filled pecks with the occasional giggle. "I - love - you - so - so - much" he whispered in-between movements which caused your already warm face to heat up. "I love you more"

"not possible"

the rest of your day was spent scattered around your shared apartment, but no matter where you ended up you were always in each others arms.

©sunoooism

can you tell I'm touch starved??

[brazilsho]

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ LIBARY -> a list of characters i allow suggestions / reqs & write for !

don't be sad if ur comfort character isn't included , u are still welcome to request them!

please read blog rules beforehand !

character bold , favorite to write for !

★ ! HAIKYUU · 01

KARASUNO HIGH -> not in order !

10. Hinata Shoyo . 11. Tsukishima Kei . 02. Sugawara Koshi . 04. Yuu Nishinoya . 09. Kageyama Tobio . 12. Yamaguchi Tadashi . 05. Ryūnosuke Tanaka . -> the rest is available too !

NEKOMA HIGH -> not in order !

05. Kozume Kenma . 01. Tetsurō Kuroo . 03. Morisuke Yaku . 11. Lev Haiba . 02. Nobuyuki Kai . 06. Shōhei Fukunaga . -> the others are available either !

OTHERS

01. Tōru Oikawa . 02. Hajime Iwaizumi . -> if requested , other Aoba Johsai members too !

03. Bokuto Kōtarō . 04. Keiji Akaashi . 05. Ushijima Wakatoshi . 06. Kiyoomi Sakusa . 07. Motoya Komori .

08. Shinsuke Kita . -> if requested other Inarizaki members too !

★ ! BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA · 02

CLASS 1A

01. Izuku Midoriya . 02. Katsuki Bakugo . 03. Eijiro Kirishima . 04. Shoto Todoroki . 05. Denki Kaminari . -> others are available if requested !

OTHERS

01. Neito Monoma . 02. Shota Aizawa . 03. Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu . 04. Hitoshi Shinso . 05. Mirko . 06. The Big Three . 07. Giulio Gandini .

★ ! DEMON SLAYER · 03

DEMON SLAYERS

01. Tanjiro Kamado . 02. Zenitsu Agatsuma . 03. Inosuke Hashibira . 04. Genya Shinazugawa . 05. Yoriichi .

HASHIRAS

01. Giyu Tomioka . 02. Obanai Iguro (ur indirectly 24/7 mitsuri) . 03. Mitsuri Kanroji . 04. Sanemi Shinazugawa . 05. Gyomie Himejima . 06. Kyojuro Rengoku . 07. Uzui Tengen . 08. Muichiro Tokito (platonic, that's a minor, only romantic when reader is same age !) .

DEMONS

01. Muzan Kibutsuji . 02. Kokushibo . 03. Douma . 04. Akaza .

★ ! AVATAR; THE WAY OF WATER · 04

OMATIKAYA

01. Neteyam . 02. Lo'ak . 03. Jake . 04. Neytiri . 05. Kiri. 06. Tuk (platonic !) .

METKAYINA

01. Ao'nung . 02. Tonowari . 03. Ronal .

★ ! ALICE IN BORDERLAND · 05

01. Shuntaro Chishiya . 02. Hikari Kuina . 03. Ryohei Arisu . 04. Suguru Niragi (only good ver.) . 05. Rizuna Ann . -> if requested & approved , other characters available too !

★ ! GENDERBEND · 06

with genderbend i mean ex. male ! elsa x reader !

DISNEY

01. Frozen . 02. Violet (the incredibles) . 03. Alice (live action) . 04. Jasmine . 05. Tinkerbell -> other characters from Tinkerbell available ! 06. Tiana . -> if requested, a different character can be approved too !

OTHERS

01. Mean Girls . 02. Wednesday (addams family & netflix) . 03. Mavis . 04. Monster High .-> other characters are available but only if i know the movie !

★ ! HAZBIN HOTEL · 07

01. Lucifer . 02. Alastor (no smut !) . 03. Valentino . 04. Angel Dust (only gn ! reader) . 05. Adam .

★ ! LOVE & DEEPSPACE · 08 <- only permanently

01. Zayne . 02. Xavier . 03. Rafayel . 04. Sylus . 05. Caleb . 06. Luke . 07. Kieran .

WARNING !!

please be aware that if i don't mention someone in a special fandom, that means i will not write for them and if i don't want to write about a certain character i will also not take requests for them !

i recommend you ask me for a request like this; "character" with gn! / fem! reader & then the scenario you have in mind (but u can be as specific as u want!) !

© brazilsho ─ 2024. works i post are not allowed to be translated, stolen, copied, or reposted on other platforms.

[psychette]

RATING AIB (S1) CHARACTERS (part 1)

HIKARI KUINA : 11/10 - i watched alice in borderland JUST for kuina. transgender characters always give me comfort as a trans person. watched for her, ended both seasons with her STILL as my favorite character. i loved every scene she was in and even watch kuina-specific scenepacks during class or just anywhere i am. also i’m excited for s3 because i’m hoping to see her. a majority of my crashouts were from the idea that she would die.

SHUNTARO CHISHIYA : 9/10 - great character, i love when characters have a cheshire cat personality… or something like that. something about chishiya’s energy feels so unreal. he’s pretty much the most favorited character in the fandom but a majority still mischaracterizes him. i love his dynamic with EVERY character. can you tell i’m in love with platonic kuina x chishiya? they’re literally wlw mlm solidarity!!

RYOHEI ARISU : 8.8/10 - he’s absolutely so adorable ???? his strategic thinking and creative intelligence never fails to captivate me. he looked cute both in the manga and in the series ngl.. his constant motivation to save people, not just himself. crazy how he worked so hard just for a joker card. arisu’s a really great character, i just gave him a 8.8 bc im not VERY interested in protagonists in terms of favoriting characters. he has a high score because of how well written he is, and i live for that!

YUZUHA USAGI : 10/10 - she deserves the WORLD oh my god. i love me a strong climber girl wtf. the second i saw her in the tag game i was crashing out and was so excited when i found out she was going to be a big character for the series. my roman empire was when she was injured but still saved arisu when he was getting manipulated by mira into thinking he was actually a mental hospital patient. yes she has 10/10 cz she’s a woman and im gay. sawry.

DAIKICHI KARUBE : 9.8/10 - yeah sorry he’s my token boyfriend in aib, as a lesbian.. HELP. he was literally so charming i miss him so much come back husband… i know he’s a 9.8 which is shocking as i call him my token bf of aib, i just dont find myself THAT captivated over men most of the time. also bc he only had screentime for the first few episodes + arisu’s flashbacks + the end of s2. still love him over every man in the series.

CHOTA SEGAWA : 7/10 - i see a lot of ppl who like him but don’t even see him as a favorite. he didn’t strike me as much as other characters did but smth about his friendliness and playfulness with his friends really made me think about my own friend group. he was a good friend to arisu and karube, and i would KILL to have a friendship like theirs. he was too sweet for the borderlands. he just wanted to be with his friends

SAORI SHIBUKI : 0/10 - ppl actually miss her ?? i lowkey moved on from her fast lol. she didn’t mean so much to me. also not a big fan of chota x shibuki. chota was literally injured, mentally vulnerable, was still processing what was going on, and was in extreme mental distress because of that. she took advantage of that. i don’t really care if it was consented. her death wasn’t that sad for me. yes, she died with karube and chota but she wasn’t really that special to me lol

SUGURU NIRAGI : 7.5/10 - “his rating shouldn’t be this high!” he got a -3.5 for trying to do hanky panky with usagi twice and yes, it made me uncomfortable. he just has a 7.5 because his character IS well written. the way his brain reacted, how he behaved, how he responded. his quote, “i don’t know if they hated me because i was twisted or i became twisted because they hated me.” really said a lot about him. his hanky panky stuff only shows more depth of his character. and no i don’t excuse it, as i said, it made me uncomfortable to the point i had to take a short break from watching. yet it doesn’t change his archetype, he’s well written, admit it.

LAST BOSS : 4/10 - i love his appearance and dramatic katana sword shit but this man tried killing my girl. fuck u tryna do. 4 is all u is getting. no other words

ANN : 7.5/10 - im sorry guys dont shoot me, i like her and shes super pretty but i literally have nothing else to say except that

TAKERU “HATTER” DANMA : 6/10 - idk man he’s really good i love his whole story stuff with aguni and how his character developed but he also made me uncomfortable at times. plz tell me why the scene where he’s grabbing ass shows up right when im next to my mom. lord save me. still haven’t analyzed him so much but i’ll get into that i swear

AGUNI : 6/10 - same thoughts as hatter. he’s pretty cool ngl. i lowkey thought of him as an asshole bc of that one scene in tag where he doesn’t save his buddy that he just uses for bait unfortunately. also ik this happens in s2 but the thing he had with akane made me so uncomfortable

KODAI TATTA : 3.5/10 - specifically in s1 i really wasn’t interested in him that much, he’s pretty okay. i don’t really care.

[hyunjinners]

✧:･ﾟCharacters Reacting to You With Serious Injurieis → aib headcanons ˚₊· ꒰🩹꒱

꒰ 命 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ꒱┊at some point during a game you get seriously injured, leaving them worried.

꒰ 命 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ꒱┊arisu ¡ niragi ! aguni x fem ¡ reader.

꒰ 命 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ꒱┊angst, sad, hurt, a little cute (?)

꒰ 命 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ꒱┊mention of injury, possible trigger, blood, implied deaths (or not so much), crying - let me know if you have anything else to add! :)

꒰ 命 𝐖.𝐂 ꒱┊0,8k

꒰ 命 𝐀/𝐍 ꒱┊just another chapter forgotten at the bottom of the drafts. ^°^

⊹₊˚ʚ❛masterlist❜ɞ

「 𝗔𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘂 𝗥𝘆𝗼𝗵𝗲𝗶 」

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ During a game of spades, one of the participants desperate to survive, He pushed her off the stair railing, causing a serious wound to open in her belly caused by a large piece of iron.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ Arisu's first reaction would be anger and fear. He couldn't help but want to run after the guy just to push him too, but he knew that would be a little wrong.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ he would take her to a place out of sight of the game master, just to try to defuse the situation a little and avoid being killed outright.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ he would be lost without knowing what to do since it would not be possible to remove the piece of iron, otherwise it would worsen the wound and cause a bloody mess.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ I would probably come up with a plan with Usagi to try to resolve the game as quickly as possible and get out of there soon.❜ɞ

ֺ⊹₊˚ʚ❛ He would stay by her side all the time, holding her hand and telling her funny memories to keep her awake.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ he would try to hold back the tears if he saw you weren’t responding. He would hug you tightly, holding you against his chest as he placed a kiss on your head.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ Arisu's biggest fear is losing everyone he loves, thus ending up alone and blaming himself for the rest of his life. He didn't know what your fate would be, but he hoped you would be okay.❜ɞ

「 𝗡𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗶 𝗦𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂 」

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ During the confusion on the beach and the discovery that it was an arena for a game of ten of hearts, everything became chaos as if the militia had completely lost what little sanity they had left. There were a lot of deaths and sounds of gunshots, so you didn't know exactly where it came from, but you couldn't help but instantly notice the sharp pain in your chest area.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ Niragi was too busy reveling in the deaths of innocent people to notice you. Reluctantly, you crawled in search of him.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ You didn't understand exactly why you were after him since the last thing you could expect from Niragi was some kind of support or help, I was well aware that he was devoid of any emotion of human solidarity.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ Niragi and you never really got along at first. You were the daughter of the militia chief, Aguni, and he was a freeloader who only cared about himself. But not long ago you broke your pride and stuck together, so to speak.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ his first reaction upon seeing you was to roll his eyes with some grumble like, "are you kidding me", or something like that.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ You would wonder how you were so stupid as to get shot instead of hiding in a safe place.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ I would never admit to having any affection for you but I would take you to an empty room just so you could die in a more "honorable" way, without being in the middle of several burned bodies.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ He would give one final shot to prevent you from suffering to death and would lock the room so they couldn't find and burn your body.❜ɞ

「 𝗔𝗴𝘂𝗻𝗶 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗼𝗻𝗼 」

ֺ⊹₊˚ʚ❛ During the chase to kill the King of Swords in the center of Shibuiya, you ended up sticking your foot in a hole in the rubble when you ran after Aguni after the pharmacy explosion, where coincidentally there was a huge iron that cut his tendon, making it impossible for him to move around.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ Upon hearing her scream, Aguni's instincts awakened and he could swear he felt his stomach move in a bad way.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ he was almost unconscious when he heard your scream, so he couldn't do much to help you, so he just looked to the side and swore it seemed like torture to see you agonizing for a long time.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ He's not a man of many words, so he probably wouldn't talk to you that much, but would try to calm you down in his own way.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ would crawl closer to you just to hold your hand and look into your eyes, almost as if he had an entire conversation in just one look. And you knew him well.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ I feel that at some point the two of them lie uncomfortably next to each other, your head on his chest as he smoothes your hair and kisses your forehead whispering sweet words that not even he thought he would say to someone one day.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ a solitary tear runs down his face when he hears you say softly, "I love you", and there he had confirmation that you would not have a future together.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ As soon as he saw you injured he imagined that you wouldn't resist, not only because of the ugly wound but also because of other injuries caused during the fight. He felt like he could no longer live in a world where you wouldn't be by his side, but even with his desire to leave, he felt like that world wasn't worthy of leading another life in vain.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛A/N: I hope you enjoyed! It's been a while since I wrote this chapter, so I was lost in drafts lol. Like × reblog¡! by:: @hyunjinners .❜ɞ

[kiwihrt]

You Make Me Feel Safe ── Alice in Borderland

FROM THE 'HELL ON EARTH' SERIES.

𓂃 ⋆ 𓈒 ‘hell on earth’ masterlist 𓍯 main masterlist

SUMMARY. [Takes place S2E1] After meeting the King of Spades, you and Arisu have a heartfelt conversation.

PAIRING. Arisu Ryohei x gn!teen!reader, Usagi Yuzuha x gn!teen!reader.

GENRE. fluff, hurt/comfort, platonic.

WORD COUNT. 1k

WARNINGS. gn r, teen r, possibly ooc aib characters, blood and death mentions, mentions shooting (king of spades), r wears a skort (basically a skirt with shorts underneath) and a bikini (with a t-shirt over top), bullet wound, it’s implied reader is shorter than arisu.

✐ posting something in this universe to hopefully get the ball rolling :)

The King of Spades was ruthless. He shot like the blood he was spilling wasn’t valuable, and like the damage being done was nothing at all. Nothing could’ve prepared you for it.

Nothing but adrenaline had gotten you out of there. Adrenaline had rushed through you so fast that you didn’t notice the bullet hitting your left shoulder until the blood had rushed down to your wrist. You saw the look of horror on Usagi’s face, but the pain was still barely there. It didn’t help that in the car chase, while driving Ann had taken a sharp turn, resulting in your arm slamming into the door. From that moment, the pain began to hit you.

Now, you stood in a run down convenience store, listening to Arisu and Usagi’s adorable flirting. You did however, feel like you were ruining the moment by being there, even if you were still searching through the aisles—not that there was much to find. You had already used a piece of fabric from the bottom of some random shirt to wrap around your bullet wound, and you’d kept the rest of the shirt in case you needed it as well. The wrap didn’t do a whole lot, though. It was already bleeding through the thin material fast.

You saw Arisu begin to excitedly talk about going back home. To the real world. He began to reminisce, and then his eyes grew sad. Realizing what he had lost, you assumed. The sorrow seemed to spread, as Usagi began to talk about how going back home may not be something she wanted as badly as everyone else. You felt bad for listening in, so you walked further away in the store. You were sure to avoid stepping on anything to cause too much noise.

Going back to your world was something you wanted badly, but Usagi’s words almost made you spiral. This world, the one you were in right now, it was cruel. It was painful. But who’s to say that the other wasn’t bad either? You didn’t come from a rich family. You weren’t dirt poor, but you wouldn’t say you were well off either. The kids at your school liked picking on you because you were so timid. Your father was kind, and you loved him, but he was so busy. Your mother, the parent home most often, was neglecting. You didn’t know what it was that made her like this, but you knew she hadn’t always been this way.

The borderlands were surely worse than the real world, but the more you thought about it, the more you realized you just hated both. You were now conflicted.

You heard footsteps approaching you, as well as a pair getting further—Usagi was preparing to leave. You could feel the tension.

Arisu stopped beside you, on your left. With a sigh, he looked down at you, then down at your wounded shoulder, and his face pinched together. By the time Arisu and Usagi had finished their conversation, the blood had seeped through the fabric, and began to drip down your arm. Believe it or not, the bleeding was slowing down.

“You okay?” Arisu asked. You gave him a blank stare and he winced. “Yeah, stupid question, I know. Sorry.”

You laughed a little.

“I’m… managing.” You replied. In your hands, you held a pack of snacks you hoped were good. You didn’t realize how small you looked at the moment. You were mirroring the image of a kid in the candy store, a pack of candy held tightly in your fingers, innocent eyes beaming up. The only difference was you were covered in dirt and grime, stained with blood, fresh and old, that splattered across your face and body. Your beach outfit was torn—a small rip up your bathing suit bottoms (which was designed as a skort) and a tear in the back of the grey T-Shirt you wore over your bikini top. You weren’t that young, though. You were almost an adult. You were young enough to worry about, though.

"You feel dizzy? At all?"

"A little, but I'm totally fine otherwise."

Arisu sighed again, and silently nodded to the exit of the store as he began you lead you out. Usagi fell into step with you both, walking a few feet ahead. You saw her look back at your shoulder briefly, before she looked back ahead.

It was now nighttime, and as the light breeze hit you, sending a chill down your spine, you began to feel grateful. For the people beside you and the people you never quite got the chance to know. You looked up at Arisu, your own eyes shining under the moonlight, and he looked back at you. You smiled and he smiled back. Somehow, there was a dictionary of words in that glance, but you still felt the need to voice your words aloud.

"Thank you, Arisu." You looked back down to your feet. "Just, y'know, for everything you've done for us, and for me. I think I'd be dead without all of you."

Arisu was silent for a moment or two. Going over the words in his head, perhaps. "You're giving me too much credit, I think." He eventually replied, sheepishly.

"No," you looked up at him briefly, "I mean it. I'm... glad we met at that tag game. I hardly knew what I was doing at the time, and I'm sure you didn't know much either. I'm glad we met though." You said, softly and kind of under your breath. You meant every word you said, but heartfelt talks sort of made you feel awkward or nervous. You need to tell him this though.

Arisu looked at you again, and he laughed lightly as if he was embarrassed.

"You..." you continued, "you make me feel safe, Arisu."

Those words weren't meant to be taken lightly, and you could tell Arisu thought so too with the way he paused his walking for a fraction of a moment. "You mean it?"

"Of course I do."

Arisu nodded his head, eyes going all soft in a way that made you feel cared for. "I'm glad you feel safe with me."

You were okay with the conversation ending there—and it did, as Tatta and Kuina pulled up in the car they had chosen. Maybe not the best vehicle choice, though. An open roof wasn't exactly the best option right now.

@ sakufilms

[unpublishediary]

✵ masterlist + request info ✵

fluff, angst, miscellaneous, etc…

⋆·˚ ༘ * ⋆·˚ ༘ * ⋆·˚ ༘ *

PETER PARKER— and other Spider-Man characters

Focus on My Heart (hurt/comfort, sensory overload): Reader gets bit by a radioactive spider a bit later and goes through sensory overload during school, Peter comforts them through it.

What Was I Made For?: Based on the lyrics from, What Was I Made For by Billie Eilish. Reader going through a seasonal depressive episode and Peter helping her through it.

Need to Sleep: Reader is stressed and not getting enough sleep. Peter is concerned and determined to help them through it, encouraging and eventually forcing them to sleep.

Cracked Phones: Peter helps you through the loss of a loved one like you helped him get through Ben.

CONRAD FISHER ⋆·˚ ༘ *

The 4th Confession : Conrad confesses his feelings for you after a week of fighting and makes sure you know his feelings are real.

PERCY JACKSON—and other pjo/hoo characters

You’re here, you survived, this is real: After your single trip to Tartarus, you’ve come back a different person, but not for the better. Everyone notices, but especially Percy as he becomes desperate for you to open up, hurt that you’re struggling in silence and knowing that keeping it inside is too close to tearing you apart.

Why didn’t you tell me? Part One after a fight on the Argo II, reader tries to hide their injury but Percy is determined to find out what’s wrong.

Part two

UPCOMING/GUARANTEED REQUESTS:

PEETA MELLARK— and other hg characters

ARISU, RYOHEI— and other aib characters

SPENCER REID— and other cm characters

STEVE HARRINGTON— and other st characters

feel free to request other characters

[niki-phoria]

⋆｡°✩ alice in borderland masterlist

━━ ARISU RYOHEI

comforting arisu after he has a nightmare (male reader)

his types of kisses (gn reader)

he gets jealous (gn reader)

waking up next to him (gn reader)

━━ CHISHIYA SHUNTARO

saving chishiya after he gets shot (male reader)

privately clingy chishiya (male reader)

chishiya gets jealous of reader's ex during a game (gn reader)

awkwardly clingy chishiya (gn reader)

taking care of drunk reader (gn reader)

confessing after the king of spades dies (gn reader)

sadistic reader (gn reader)

militant reader (gn reader)

accidentally pushing him out of bed (gn reader)

reader with dark humor (gn reader)

he apologizes after an argument (gn reader)

his types of kisses (gn reader)

he confesses (gn reader)

he gets jealous over reader hanging out with arisu (gn reader)

he gets jealous (male reader)

cuddling with him after you get hurt (gn reader)

remembering him after leaving the borderlands (gn reader)

comforting him when he cries (gn reader)

studying together (gn reader; non borderland au)

flirting with him at the beach (male reader)

dying in chishiya’s arms (gn reader)

━━ KUINA HIKARI

her types of kisses (gn reader)

━━ ALL

reaction to their s/o getting hurt (gn reader)

sweet moments with them (gn reader)

doing their makeup (gn reader)

confessions (gn reader)

their s/o is a famous singer (gn reader)

first i love you (gn reader)

their s/o likes horror movies (gn reader)

apologizing after an argument (gn reader)

wiping their kisses away (gn reader)

comforting them (male reader)

[dykekarkat]

for the ask game: 1, 14, 27

1. who is/are your comfort characters?

to the surprise of no one neil josten is number one rn...his horrible life, autistic ways, and butch boyfriend have captivated me...other comfort characters ive had recently (within the past two years) are chuuya nakahara from bsd and arisu ryohei from alice in borderland <3

however if im REALLY having a bad time no matter what. you will find me on the homestuck tag looking at my beloved karkat vantas.

14. do you love the smell of the earth after it rains?

oh yeah petrichor my beloved...im also a fan of the smell right before it rains. big fan of rain in general.

27. about how many hours of sleep do you get?

about 3-4 hrs consecutively before i wake up again. so i tend to go to sleep early to try and counteract the amount of times i wake up each night, usually i can bag 6-8 before i have to get up though