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[hyunjinners]

✧:･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.

⊹₊˚ʚ❛A/N: I'm finally in the mood to take out the forgotten chapters at the bottom of my drafts! I hope you enjoyed it, remembering that English is not my first language. like × reblog !¡ by:: @hyunjinners .❜ɞ

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A lot of these points are headcanon due to next to no personal info existing about most of the characters. Things like canon birthdays will be used if I can find them.

The depictions for this au will be more aligned to the Netflix series than the manga but I will be using points from both

Heights are just the actor heights though.

Yes I know Arisu's skintone is too gray. No I'm not going to fix it. Man's is just bonus sick looking in this au ig.

If you can think of a character that is at the beach, isn't a facecard, has a name, and dies in the canon 10 of hearts game, let me know. I need death fodder, lmao.

Anywho. Have the doodles I did during some training seminars. I had varying access to reference, so I tried my best. Aib in the work notes oooooo.

So I made more for my aib dr au that I gotta name. I'm making more for it, so I might as well. I'll at least finish the profiles and likely do some doodles. I'd love to make a full ass comic, but I don't think I have the attention span for that. Unless I do something similar to the clangen blogs and just do small points and more fledged out comics for things that're plot heavy. Idk. Maybe I'll just write a fic that'll have a boatload o' art. We'll see.

You can tell I use the transform tool a lot.

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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.

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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.

[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

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♡ 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 :(

[user947468]

NSFW Alphabet - Arisu Ryohei

Hello! If you're from my Chishiya fic please look away, I am really deep in writers block and I thought this could be fun.. Warning this is fully explicit, if you're not into that please click off!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Very, very gentle. He's scared that he hurt you in someway, or was too rough, or you would regret it immediately after- doesn't matter if you took the initiative or not. Despite being a borderline genius- he's not that knowledgeable in after care, but he tries his best. Cleaning you and himself up after with a wet rag, tissues, toilet paper- which ever was the most convenient at the time- and making sure you feel comfortable, asking if you need anything, ect, ect.. he loves your comforting praises after more than he would like to admit.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Arisu couldn't answer that question earnestly with a gun to his head. He didn't have a favorite, couldn't physically choose one. He was obsessed with everything about you, infatuated with every inch of your being- one moment he would ogle your thighs, than your waist, your chest, your lips, your eye's- yep, he would have to take the bullet. As for him.. well, they don't call them gamer fingers for nothing. He's a bit too proud of how long he can go without getting a hand cramp.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

When Arisu was young he was freaked out by it, thought it was dirty and inhuman- even though it subsided in his late high school years and his hormones were flying through the roof it was always a thought in the back of his mind. That's why it took him by complete shock when you asked him if he wanted to cum on your face, and how fast he came after the fact. He couldn't take his eye's off you after, having to shake himself out of his mind before he got hard again.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

While not major to most- Arisu would never admit to watching as much porn as he frequently does. He's an absolute porn-freak. One websites, apps, magazines- you name it, he's seen it. Oh, and he has a thing for keeping your underwear- which he would never tell you of course, or take without your permission!

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's not a virgin, while he doesn't have women throwing themselves at him left and right, he's not completely oblivious to the sex scene. And sure, he's watched it, and heard story's from his friends- but doing it is a whole other ball park.. its a good thing he's a fast learner. But there are still a good handful of thing he's yet to be introduced too.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything you want. Preferably position's he could fully watch you in, but if wanted to try something new Arisu was anything but picky. However, he does have a knack for missionary and cowgirl- he adores picking apart your reactions, how your head throws back when he fondles your breast, or when he sucks bruises into your neck and you follow up with a low moan.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Arisu always tries to make light of a situation with humor. Especially during your first few nights together; if he feels like the silences are too prolonged he'll tell a joke, or when you make a move and all he can do is let out a nervous giggle- its adorable in hindsight, although you know he hates when he reacts like a untouched-virgin.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Nicely trimmed, not too short, not too long. Before you, he would never give shaving a second glance. After all why would he need too? No one was going to see him there anyways. It was on your first date that he bashfully decided to keep himself more well groomed, for your sake.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Nervous, of course. He's overly sensitive, hyper-aware of everything going on- and you wouldn't have it any other way. He's takes his time, making sure you know how much you mean to him every step of the way- whether is be by his words, or his hands, or his tongue..

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He surprisingly has a higher sex drive than you would think. He could go one after the other after the other.. he only needs a few length breaks in between before he's back on track! His record was four in one day- which he only counted because of a stupid, and completely childish bet with Karube and Chota.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Arisu never gave thought to power play, especially being titled the submissive one- and maybe it was just you that provoked it in him-but when you first climbed on-top of him, whispering borderline pornographic praises in his ear- moving his hands where you wanted them, refusing to let him cum to early- he knew he would do anything you asked, and you knew it too.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom- preferably yours. Covered completely by you; your clothes, your perfume, your bed sheet.. he's not one to venture off, especially while still living with family. Although his guard does lower in the borderlands, he'll do it anywhere he deems safe enough for you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Everything. Nothing. Someday's he could see you in a skimpy bathing suit and all he can think is how beautiful your eyes are or how much he adores your laugh. Other days he can get hard in an instant if you look at him a certain way- mind twirling with different images of you- you under him, on-top of him, him between your legs...

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything to hurt you is an absolute no. Blood, knifes, scratch marks- there all no-go's. He's even hesitant to use degrading nicknames. Although he wouldn't mind mild restrains or gags of some sort, on him of course. And don't even think about calling him daddy, he will gag.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves both! Want to give him a blowjob? His pants are already coming off. You asked him to eat you out? He's on his knee's in seconds. Although he love's you warm mouth and curious tongue- nothing beats being between your legs. Tasting you, smelling you- don't even get him started on you tightening your thighs around his head, keeping him in place while you ride out your orgasm.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) 

Most of the time Arisu likes to keep it slow and sensual, covering every conceivable inch of you in small kisses and following your shape with gentle wandering hands. Once in a while he'll get caught up in bliss, pace radical and tight grips- but he'll apologies immediately after, brushing your hair out of the way and asking if your okay- you always are.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not his favorite, he enjoys cherishing every moment with you, every whimper and shutter of yours graved into his mind- but there not half bad in his opinion. He has morning wood but a class in fifteen minutes? If your up for it, he is too. After all he would be a fool to not take the chance up.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) 

If it's nothing too crazy, like almost sadistic, he'll try anything once if it makes you happy. Arisu has no problem stepping out of his comfort zone for you, matter of fact doing introduced him to things he would have never known he was into. Although you'll have to slowly get through his shy demeanor at first.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's a loser-gamer with a porn addiction... yeah he's not lasting long at all! But he does really, really, try to hold off when you ask him too, after all he doesn't want to disappoint you. Either way he makes up for it by offering a second round, he'll need a second to recharge but as soon as you start leaving kisses down his neck it's go time!

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) 

Would he ever by himself? Absolutely not. Even if he wanted too, he'd be too embarrassed to go out and buy one- hell, he wouldn't even want the charge on his card. Besides a fleshlight - which was a joke gift Karube got him for his birthday, "I knew you'd love it!" he said, watching Arisu's face turn the brightest shade of red any ones every seen- Arisu's never once owned a sex toy on his own account. Until he meet you. It started off innocent enough- cheeky lingerie, strawberry lube, clit vibrators- than you turned the vibrators on him and introduced him to male sex toys.. he was sure his brain chemistry changed after the fact.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

You would say he's a tease, he would say he's making sure every inch of you doesn't go unappreciated. He really doesn't mean too, and when ever he notices you getting aggravated or huffy for more friction, he gives you a sly smile and ask's you what you want him to do to you. When said, he jumps straight into action.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) 

Arisu really tries to hold it in, truly, with all his might - but he's just naturally loud. And you would be lying if you said he wasn't good at it. Every whimper, moan, grunt, and curse could be heard from the man, none of his reactions going unnoticed. He didn't shy away from being verbal either, much to your delight.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

This man is most love-struck fool ever. And that leads to a lot of desperation on his end, especially while your away. How dare you treat him so good? Give him the most live changing orgasm than leave to your collage classes thirty minutes latter? The amount of things he's rubbed himself off too because of it was shameful; your voicemail, a small note you left him on a sticky note, the smell of your shampoo..

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) 

Arisu was an average length, 6 and a half inches long - he swear the half inch makes a huge difference - and a width of an inch and a half, lean like the rest of his body. Pale pink and a strong veins coming from his shaft, they were always the most sensitive- along with his tip of his dick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He could do without getting off everyday. Sleeping through it or taking a cold shower if necessary, and he never beg you into anything you weren't in the mood for but it's safe to say it doesn't take long to get him in the mood.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As much as his hormones love raging off the charts- his physical athleticism slows him down. Generally he could fall asleep anywhere, anyplace in seconds- but plus being physically and mentally tired? He's already in a deep sleep. (After after-care, of course) Good luck trying to wake him up!

[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.”

[niki-phoria]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and for once, arisu believes you. 

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

[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

[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

[brazilsho]

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★ ! 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

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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 .

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[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.

[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

[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

[necrofage]

♱ TEAR THIS PLACE APART... — ARISU RYOHEI X CHISHIYA SHUNTARO

synopsis: arisu wakes up in the hospital with all of his memories of the borderlands still intact.

wc: 3k

playlist: spotify

tags: mxm , heavy angst , post-borderlands , au - canon divergence , arisu is the only one that remembers the borderlands , canon-typical violence , hurt/comfort what comfort , arisu has schizo affectove disorder (i am projecting onto him) , psychosis , grief/mourning , implied/referenced canon sexual assault (niragi)

an: i am. not sure if i will upload every chapter onto here because i do not know how long the fic is going to be, but i am uploading the first chapter for a peek and i will reblog this when a new chapter is uploaded on ao3. the tags will also be updated as each chapter comes out

arisu woke up in a panic; eyes frantically darting around the room until they landed on… is that hajime? arisu’s brows furrowed as he stared at his younger brother who was curled up on the small sofa in the corner of the hospital room, asleep. his lips parted to speak, but as much as he tried, nothing came out. his throat was dry. he continued to look around the room a moment before he spotted the glass of water on the bedside table. carefully, he leaned over, reaching for the glass with his opposite hand. he knocked it over.

arisu winced as the glass shattered on the tile floor; his gaze shifting back to his younger brother who now stared at him with wide eyes. “aniki?” arisu’s expression softened before his eyes fell onto the puddled water on the floor, littered with shards of glass. hajime seemed to understand, quickly getting up and moving to the side of arisu’s bed, careful to step over the mess. he grabbed a pitcher from the nightstand that arisu hadn’t seen, as well as a new cup from a short stack of them.

hajime poured the water, filling the glass up only halfway before shifting his attention to his older brother, holding the glass to his lips and motioning for him to lean his head back, which he did. he drank the liquid in one big swallow before hajime removed the glass. “do you need more?” arisu shook his head.

several minutes passed – hajime had cleaned up arisu’s mess before pulling a chair to the side of his bed, sitting next to the nightstand in silence, allowing arisu time to collect himself. “what… happened?” arisu asked; his voice slightly hoarse from disuse. and then hajime explained. arisu had left the house to hang out with chota and karube like any other day, but… there had been an incident. the tokyo meteorite disaster, hajime said they’d been calling it.

arisu held a hand up, signaling for hajime to stop talking as a look of horror spread through his face. “i… remember. karube and chota… they didn’t make it, did they?” he looked into hajime’s eyes, but he didn’t need to see the flash of sympathy that showed in them to know the answer. he remembered everything.

he remembered the three of them goofing off in the streets of shibuya.

he remembered running into the subway station, not stopping until they reached a bathroom to hide from the cops. that… wasn’t what happened if what hajime said about the meteor shower was true, but he remembered it so clearly.

he remembered walking out of the subway station once it got quiet, wandering into the empty street that had just been full of people.

he remembered that first… game. dead or alive. three of clubs. rules: players must select the correct door within the stipulated time. clear condition: leave the building through the elevator within the time limit. three out of four survivors. smoke filling the room as they discussed which was the right door. the unnamed girl panicking before running through the wrong door; the laser shooting through her head. them going through the opposite door. them arguing with shibuki. karube taking a risk by opening the door labeled “live”. karube punching him. arisu solving the puzzle because of the bmw 532d parked outside of the building. the answer was “die”. a bmw 532d is four meters and ninety-four centimeters in length. the length of the building was equivalent to four of those cars, meaning the building was approximately twenty meters in length. each room was about six meters. the elevator was at the corner of the building. the building was square, as were all the rooms. there were only three rooms on one side of the building. him guiding them through the rest of the building until they were found in a room that shouldn’t have been there. him figuring out the secret room thanks to the fact that chota was filming the first room they were in. chota’s leg catching on fire as they exited the room. making it out through the next door. the man in the back alley who announced his unwillingness to continue playing.

he remembered the next. a game of tag. five of spades. rules: run away from the tagger. clear condition: discover the safezone hidden in one of the building rooms within the time limit. six out of thirteen survivors – fifteen if he counted the two taggers. only he and karube participated. they met nitobe; the man who explained the meaning of the suits. he remembered meeting aguni, tatta, chishiya, usagi, then working with them for the first time. nitobe dying. finding the base in the last three minutes with chishiya. the secret tagger who was hiding in the room. chishiya flirting with him as they were ambushed. almost dying before usagi came rushing in to help him press the buttons. the secret tagger’s head exploding in front of them.

he remembered…

he remembered hide and seek. seven of hearts. rules: one person will be the wolf, and the other three will be the lambs. the one found by the wolf will become the next wolf. hide well so that the wolf does not discover you. clear condition: whoever is the wolf at the end of the game wins. after the time limit, the collars around all the lambs will explode. one out of… one out of four survivors. only one person could survive. chota was the wolf first. then it was arisu. then karube. then arisu again. then shibuki – and she ran; and karube went after her. then karube was the wolf. then arisu again, and he begged them to stop fighting. to just give him a bit of time to think of a solution. shibuki lunged for him with the machete in her hand, and chota stopped her, telling him to run – so he did, and karube chased him. he hid. there were eight minutes left and he hid, attempting to pry the collar from his neck until… until he gave up. he was scared. he was scared to die. he was scared to be alone. he was scared to lose his friends. he was scared. there were three minutes remaining and he ran. he ran to save one of his friends as they hid from him, laughing about their lives together. twenty seconds remaining. he found karube, who refused to look at him. ten seconds remaining. karube thanked him. five. four. three. two. the collars exploded.

he remembered usagi finding him in front of that same building. she helped him. she saved him. and then they played distance. four of clubs. rules: endure the trial and reach the goal within the time limit. clear condition: reach the goal safely. three out of five survivors. the three men on the bus; one of them injured with a sprained ankle – takuma. yamane and seizan were the names of the others. they left the bus; arisu feeling horrible about leaving takuma behind. they ran five thousand kilometers. six thousand. the panther. they hid under and in cars. the panther attacked seizan, allowing the other three to continue running. they ran two thousand more kilometers where they found a royal enfield motorcycle. arisu took it back to the bus while usagi and yamane ran for the goal. arisu used the diesel from the motorcycle to start the bus, and he and takuma drove. they drove to the goal – only… the bus was the goal. the bus was always the goal. yamane didn’t make it, but arisu saved usagi, grabbing her hand from the open door of the moving bus right before the water swept her away.

he remembered that he and usagi played various games in search of anyone with information on the beach, and then… they found it, or rather they were found. they were both knocked out and taken inside where they met mira, kuzuryu, an, hatter. the plan. defeat all the games, and then the face cards and one person could go home. do it all again and again and again until everyone was home. usagi participated in her own game while arisu… arisu was set up for a test. a trial to see if he was fit to become an executive member of the beach. an was there, so was tatta from the tag game. he met kuina for the first time. light bulb. four of diamonds. question: which switch turns on the light bulb? rule number one: only one switch among a, b, and c will turn on the light bulb. rule number two: you only have one chance to flip a switch while the door is open. if the door is closed, you can flip the switches as much as you like. rule number three: if someone is in the room, or if a switch has been turned on, the door will be locked in place and cannot be moved. clear condition: answer correctly which switch turns on the light bulb. six out of seven survivors. leave the door open. flip switch a. an asking if he was sure. no – he wasn’t sure. but then he was. close the door. flip switch a. wait. open the door. touch the light bulb. it’s hot. the answer is switch a.

he remembered the militants. aguni again. niragi. “last boss”. he remembered chishiya showing up at his door in the middle of the night. talking, learning more about the mysterious man in his own way. gentle gazes and lingering touches until chishiya left. finding the dead bodies the next day. chishiya’s plan to steal the cards from hatter’s safe. hatter dying. sneaking into hatter’s room. finding the safe. putting in the code. it didn’t work. then he wasn’t alone. chishiya betrayed him. the militants beat him. they tied him up and left him alone in a room. hours later, the voice rang through the hotel, announcing a new game. witch hunt. ten of hearts. rules: the evil witch who took the girl’s life is hiding among you. clear condition: find the witch and burn them in the fire of judgement. thirty out of sixty six survivors. he was in that room for almost the entire duration of the game until usagi found him. aguni had killed hatter. the witch was momoka herself. she and asahi were dealers. asahi dying as soon as she announced it. them clearing the game, and finding the video asahi left behind, showing them where to go for answers. arisu, usagi, kuina, and chishiya traveling together in search of the base. the two girls sleeping in one of the tents. him and chishiya sitting at the fire. forgiving chishiya for the betrayal. dumbly kissing the man. but then it wasn’t dumb because chishiya was kissing him back. them stopping before anything more happened, but they did fall asleep in each other’s arms that night. he remembered waking up alone the next day, but then everything was fine with the way chishiya continued to steal glances his way. they finally reached the place in asahi’s video a few days later, finding several dead dealers. then all of the screens in the room turned on, and mira – the queen of hearts – was on the screen, announcing the continuation of the games via the face card games.

he remembered the king of spades. anti-tank rifle. hiding behind cars was useless. them running. the blimp in the air. him and usagi losing kuina and chishiya in the chase. then them reuniting, and an and tatta showing up in a car. them all getting in except for chishiya because a grenade had been thrown. them driving, then them being chased until the car flipped and they were running again. the group losing an. them finding another car and hiding in a building. going on supply runs with usagi. her telling him about her father, and him telling her about his friends. discussing their next move. deciding they couldn’t do anything about the king of spades just yet.

he remembered niragi coming back. kyuma, shitara, uta, maki, and goken. osmosis. king of clubs. the team with the highest total of points at the end of the game wins. four out of ten survivors. usagi and kuina were both given three hundred points. niragi had four thousand and seven hundred. arisu took four thousand and six hundred, and tatta stayed at the base with only one hundred points. they split up into groups; niragi with usagi, kuina with arisu. two thousand points from an item. five hundred points from a battle five hundred more from a battle. five hundred again. everyone back to base. one thousand points from an item. forty thousand points to the king of clubs team, and ten thousand points to the player team. shitara was disqualified. five hundred from an item to the king of clubs team. five hundred from a battle to the king of clubs. one thousand and five hundred from an item to the king of clubs team. five hundred points from a battle to the king of clubs team again. three thousand points from an item to the king of clubs. five hundred from a battle to the king of clubs. thirty minutes remaining. the plan. get twenty thousand points from touching the enemy base. usagi distracting goken while arisu, kuina, and niragi went for the base. kyuma, uta, and maki touching their own base. kuina distracting maki. arisu going for kyuma. arisu being inactive. kyuma getting electrocuted. niragi spitting blood in uta’s face. uta touching him right as he touched their base. ten thousand points to the player team. niragi running for maki, electrocuting him and giving kuina the go for the base. maki being unfazed; him kicking kuina. five hundred to the king of clubs. back to base. everyone but arisu and tatta leaving to look for items. it’s pointless. two thousand and five hundred to the player team from an item. the player team being behind by five hundred points. there only being ten minutes left. arisu leaving to find someone to battle. him finding niragi on top of usagi, and punching him. him carrying usagi back to base. seven minutes remaining. him hearing a faint banging of a shipment container. finding tatta attempting to break his arm to get the wristband off. tatta telling him to do it instead so they win the game. his conversation with kyuma. five minutes remain. one last handshake. five hundred points to the player team. kyuma’s body falling into the ocean. the blimp exploding. tatta bleeding out. niragi leaving once more.

he remembered kuina leaving in search of chishiya and an. scavenging for food with usagi. hunting rabbits. having… fun. finding kaito bleeding out in front of his rv. his makeshift darkroom. an on the tape. the fireworks – meteorite he guesses now. the king of spades showing up. them running. losing each other. him running into something and passing out. waking up and meeting heiya. meeting aguni again. going over aguni’s plan to defeat the king of spades. getting separated from them. looking for usagi.

he remembered finally finding usagi – finding her with kota. he remembered risa. checkmate. queen of spades. two teams. sixteen rounds, five minutes each. gather members on your team by pressing the buttons on their vest. the team with the most members clears the game. nineteen out of twenty survivors. queen’s team: four players. challenger’s team: sixteen players. round one. queen team’s turn. queen’s team: nine players. challenger’s team: eleven players. round two. challenger’s turn. no change in score. round three. round four. round five. round six, seven, eight, nine. queen’s team: fourtee. challenger’s team: six. round ten. challenger’s turn. his prior teammates running from him. no change in score. round eleven. queen’s turn. queen’s team: seventeen. challenger’s team: three – arisu, usagi, and kota. round twelve, thirteen. no changes. round fourteen. challenger’s turn. five minutes. three people back. one person back, and then… round fifteen. queen’s turn. one player lost. queen’s team: thirteen. challenger’s team: six. round sixteen. challenger’s turn. five minutes. the last five minutes. running. chasing. searching. two people back. one person back, and then two. then another, and another. round end. queen’s team: one player. challenger’s team: nineteen players. game cleared. risa jumping off of the railing. leaving the arena. finding the hot spring. the elephants. kissing usagi.

he remembered more games. and then… chishiya appearing. niragi. chisiya being shot. usagi showing up. niragi aiming for her. shooting niragi. chishiya… chishiya saving usagi’s life. the king of spades blimp flying above them. the gunshots. hiding the wounded men behind cars. his last conversation with chishiya. his last kiss with chishiya. finding kuina and an again. running from the king of spades. heiya and aguni finding them. kuina having a bomb chishiya made. when did he have time to do that? the drugstore across the street. fill it with gas so the explosion will be bigger. lure the king in, then boom. using hairspray as the fuel. everyone else distracting the king. everyone… on the floor; bodies filled with bullet holes. heiya. aguni. kuina. an. usagi. making the king chase him into the store. aguni using his last bit of strength to make sure that he went inside. setting off the bomb. the explosion. usagi still being alive.

he remembered leaving. helping usagi walk as they made their way to the last arena. mira. the queen of croquet. queen of hearts. clear condition: finish three sets of croquet without withdrawing. two out of three survivors. first set. second set. it was too simple. mira’s request to… have a tea break? their conversation. her lies. him aiming his shotgun at her. her manipulating him. making him believe he was imagining everything. that she was his psychiatrist, and he was hallucinating this world. most of that was a blur to him, but he remembered usagi’s words. her… actions. her snapping him out of it by harming herself. finishing the final set. mira being defeated – being eliminated. the final moment before he woke up in the real world. the announcement. the question of whether to accept or deny citizenship in the borderlands. declining.

he remembered everything.

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[musical-mayhem]

hiiiiii calling all AIB and Hunger Games Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes IRLs!!!! doing a source call cuz I'm lonely

I'm Arisu Ryohei and Coriolanus Snow :^) I'm looking for pretty much anyone from either media (except Chishiya, Kuina, and Mira)

I will say tho that if u double one of my friends I probably won't be comfortable with that :^(

And if you're from BOSBAS, I also get if you don't want to talk to me bc of what I did

But I'm just making the call to see if there's any of you actually out there!!!