#𓂃⊹ alice in borderland.

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──;; 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒 ★☆

★ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: i immediately fell in love with him the moment he popped up on screen

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☆ 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: being stalked ( and kind of harassed ) by takatora samura

☆ 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: last boss/gn!reader

☆ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: stalking, harassment

☆ 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱: no

- You first noticed him while meeting with a friend in a Café

You immediately recognized him, he was your neighbor. A quiet guy that you only saw occasionally.

You never had a conversation with him, but you noticed the glances, or more like, stares you got from him.

He was probably shy, that's what you thought.

You were out with your friend, just shit talking while drinking your favorite stuff.

You noticed him on the other side of the road, staring right into your eyes. He was just standing there, hands in his pocket, his back crouched, watching you.

You got goosebump when you met his eyes. They were wide open, as if he was confused or something. But they also had this weird glance in them.

You were sure you would avoid him in the future.

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- Watches you from his window

As if the Café situation wasn't enough, you saw him on the opposite of your house, watching you do your laundry from his window.

His apartment was right across from yours, letting you be able to see into his bedroom. But he also could look into yours...

Not rarely did you catch him there, staring at you while passing your window. It creeped you out, understandably.

You would just close the curtains, but you always still had this feeling of him watching you.

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- Leaving you gifts outside your door

The first time you found something, you were surprised. You looked around, searching for whoever could've left this little box outside your door.

But after opening the present, it was painfully obvious. In there was a small plushy, holding a small heart, with a mini sword sticking in it.

Next to it was a note, only the letter T was written on it. But you already knew who this belonged to.

Takatora Samura.

You felt a heavy feeling on your shoulders, as if something was behind you. You turned around, facing your window, where the curtains were open.

And he was there. On the other side, watching you trough his own room, intensely staring at your form.

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HELL ON EARTH ── Alice in Borderland

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SUMMARY. You were 17 years old, far too young to be in borderland—a desolate, blood stained place. The tears that filled your eyes so often were too hard to keep back, and fear kept your heart racing. You were fighting for your life. A life not meant to be cut short, but with each game completed, you felt closer to being wrapped in deaths embrace. Surely, the next game would be your last. It wasn’t long before you didn’t have to fight alone, and the people by your side began to feel like family.

PAIRING. Several AIB characters x gn!teen!reader

GENRE. Oneshots of you in different scenarios with the aib characters // fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, found family, platonic.

WORD COUNT. 3k

WARNINGS. gn r, teen r, ooc aib characters, (more specific warnings in the oneshots).

✐ PLEASE, LEAVE REQUESTS. I WILL DO AS MANY AS POSSIBLE (at my own slow rate). — idk if i’m looking on the wrong side of tumblr or something but there is a severe lack of aib fics, specifically teen!reader aib fics & platonic aib fics. hopefully i can help contribute?

CHARACTER PROFILE

── CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER MASTERLIST

SCENARIOS.

[In order of post date].

You Make Me Feel Safe

Running and Hiding

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꧁•⊹٭ What I write / What I don’t write ٭⊹•꧂

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Fandoms I write for / Am willing to write for.

Stranger Things, Shadow and Bone, Marvel, Alice In Borderland, All Of Us Are Dead, Supernatural, Hannibal, Peaky Blinders (once I’m fully caught up) Sweet Home, The Walking Dead, Bridgerton, Cobra Kai, Teen Wolf, Harry Potter, The Umbrella Academy, Outer Banks… More to be added on later! Thanks for your patience <33

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Pregnancy fics, crossovers, anything where the reader or specific character is a different species, incest, pedophilia, sexual assault, boyxboy (i myself am afab, i do not have the knowledge nor do i feel i have the place to right this and do it respectful justice) i am willing to write pieces surrounding mental health, just as long as they are not too intense or triggering. No underage smut and no fics about real life people. I will do au’s, but I have to approve of it first. I may later on be comfortable writing dark fics, but still heed the warnings above and respect my boundaries as a writer, please.

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Running and Hiding ── Alice in Borderland

FROM THE 'HELL ON EARTH' SERIES.

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

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

GENRE. angst, hurt/comfort, platonic.

WORD COUNT. 1.9k

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

based on this request!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, you're done now."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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HELL ON EARTH ── Character Profile

ALICE IN BORDERLAND.

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

NAME. L/n Y/n

AGE. 17 years old

OCCUPATION (PRE. BORDERLAND). Student

GENDER. Gender neutral terms used in this story.

SPECIALTY. Spade games aren’t quite your thing, as strength isn’t your strong suit. Diamond games aren’t either, as under such pressure that the games bring on, you found that you couldn’t think straight. Heart games will never be a game you specialize in, as those games brings you too much hurt and make your head spin. Clubs just might be the place where you shine—going through the games stressed you out, sometimes to the point of losing your focus, and having others with you helped pull you back to the task at hand. You felt the strongest when working with others in the games.

CLOSEST FRIENDS. Arisu, Usagi, Kuina, Chishiya.

PERSONALITY. You’re rather timid, to be quite honest. It isn’t the best trait to have in such a violent, killing, place, but you have other sides of you. In games, you’re afraid—no doubt about it. That doesn’t mean that determination doesn’t run through you like electric currents. You can hold your ground, because maybe, fear is what keeps you alive. In some ways, it keeps you steady. Allows you to avoid what should be avoided, and to be cautious. It surely could take ahold of you too tightly sometimes, resulting in situations you would rather not be a part of.

In the eyes of your friends, you’re too pure to be in the borderlands. You have your sass, but that didn’t change the fact that at heart, you would always be too angelic to have blood staining your skin and school uniform. You were too young to be tainted with such memories. You didn’t trust too easy, though. That was good. Not many could be trusted in the borderlands.

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You Make Me Feel Safe ── Alice in Borderland

FROM THE 'HELL ON EARTH' SERIES.

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

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

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

GENRE. fluff, hurt/comfort, platonic.

WORD COUNT. 1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You laughed a little.

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

"You feel dizzy? At all?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Of course I do."

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

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

@ sakufilms

[haodore]

HELL ON EARTH ── Alice in Borderland

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

CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER MASTERLIST.

You Make Me Feel Safe

Running and Hiding

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𓂃⌁. ࣪˖ ALICE IN BORDERLAND MASTERLIST

📁 — you can find my main masterlist here!

✦ = romantic. ✦ = platonic.

ALL CHARACTERS

✦ Hell On Earth ( ONGOING SERIES, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, found family, 3k words )

RYOHEI ARISU

( coming soon! )

YUZUHA USAGI

( coming soon! )

HIKARI KUINA

( coming soon! )

SHUNTARO CHISHIYA

( coming soon! )

REACTIONS AND HEADCANONS

( coming soon! )

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𓂃⌁. ࣪˖ RULES

includes requesting rules and what you can request

📁 — masterlist

requests are currently: open

notes!

↳ please understand that i will not write for all requests—especially ones that make me uncomfortable!

↳ most of my fics will platonic. i feel most comfortable writing them, and i find them the most enjoyable to read. occasionally i’ll do romantic fics, but most of those will be wlw (unless it’s a gender neutral reader) because i’m lesbian.

i will write for:

ZeroBaseOne ✰

XG ✰

Alice In Borderland

How To Train Your Dragon (Movies)

The Sturniolo Triplets

Outer Banks

The Umbrella Academy

guide: ✰ = personal favourite

i will not write:

smut

song fics (there's literally nothing wrong with them i've just never been a fan of reading them personally???)

rape, incest, age gaps, pedophilia, etc…

i hope you guys like my fics! ily, have a great day <3

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𓂃⌁. ࣪˖ MASTERLIST

📁 — ZeroBaseOne

📁 — Alice in Borderland

📁 — The Sturniolo Triplets

📁 — How To Train Your Dragon

📁 — The Umbrella Academy

📁 — No Longer Writing For

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𓂃⌁. ࣪˖ REQUEST TO BE IN A TAGLIST

everybody is accepted :)

just comment which one you would like to be added to!!

current taglists:

‘Hell On Earth’ (my ongoing AIB fic)

Alice In Borderland

ZeroBaseOne

XG

The Sturniolo Triplets

The Umbrella Academy

How To Train Your Dragon