#aib scenarios

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Do you still do alice in borderland requests? If so, then could I request yandere chishiya headcanons? Thanks!!

Yandere Chishiya Headcanons

Warnings: Unhealthy Behaviour, Yandere Behaviour, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation, Descriptions of Violence and Death, Death, Minor Spoilers for Chishiya's Past, No Pronouns used for Reader except for 'You', etc.

This man acts, looks and feels like a cat; and by that, I mean he's sly, slick, and has little regard for anyone who doesn't benefit him.

All except for you, it would seem.

You were just another person who fell into the Beach's jurisdiction, plucked from the Borderlands and dropped into a thin veneer of humanity.

As expected, you grew to fear the Militants, the games, but you'd found yourself more or less adopted by a loose group of players who just wanted the same as you; to go home.

Chishiya was in the periphery of this group, existing only around the edges, never a centrepiece.

That, was, until he started to take notice of you.

It was harmless curiosity at first; a desire to know exactly who his associates were affiliating with.

After all, you weren't entirely forthcoming with details about yourself, often shifting the conversation to anything else when it included your personal life.

You didn't even have a name, having kept that private, too.

For all anyone was concerned, you could've been a myth - a mystery - with how elusive you were.

Not to mention your penchant for disappearing whenever someone turned their back on you for more than a second.

Unbeknownst to them, you just wanted to be alone, and by keeping information about yourself scarce, you reduced the risk of them becoming attached to you, and vice versa. Isolating yourself in your room seemed to help, too.

Chishiya watched you.

Whenever you were nearby, he had an eye on you, either his own or Kuina's, and would commit your every quirk and habit to memory, trying to find a weak point.

Or, that was what he told himself.

Over time, as he came to see how proficient you were in the games, he saw you as a valuable asset.

During games, he'd scan the area for you whenever he had a spare moment, and his mind wandered to your potential whereabouts - your condition - whenever you weren't in sight.

During one of these games, he couldn't seem to find you anywhere.

Soon enough, he found himself asking Kuina if she'd seen you.

"No," she told him, standing to her full height, the body next to her stripped of supplies. "Why? Something wrong?"

A scream rang out, and Chishiya's ears pricked, attention snapping to the source.

You bolted across the apartment complex on the floor below, pursued by someone - more so something - twice your size, wielding a sword.

Chishiya acted on pure adrenaline and instinct.

He vaguely heard Kuina call his name as he swung over the bannister, jumping onto the floor below and following you.

The behemoth tailed close behind, swinging his sword whenever he thought he could catch either you or Chishiya.

The sound of two sets of footsteps pursuing you forced you to push harder, run faster, eventually causing you to veer off into a room you thought would be safe.

It was little more than a dead end.

Spinning on your heel, you turned to leave the way you came, but you knew it was a futile attempt.

Two men ran in after you, one which you recognised form the Beach, the other a monster.

The smaller of the two grabbed you, pulling you aside as the giant swung his sword down upon you, almost severing you on the spot.

Weighed down with his own strength and withdrawing the sword, Chishiya took his chance.

He slipped a knife from the inside of his jacket and, before the man in the mask could begin to defend himself, plunged it into his ribs.

He didn't stop; he just kept tearing the knife into his middle, crippling him each time.

And you watched from the sidelines, curled up in the corner.

You slid to the ground and curled up.

The ordeal was over quicker than you'd expect.

Chishiya panted and looked over to you.

Seeing you shivering in the corner, he approached, keeping the knife out of your sight (and reach), offering his hand to you.

You took it, gingerly, and pulled yourself up.

With his hand still in yours, the silence of the room ringing in your ears, your body acted of its own accord.

You pulled him to you and pressed yourself into his chest.

Tears welled in your eyes and soaked into Chishiya's jacket.

He...didn't know what to do.

Initially he thought you were attacking him, ready to gut him with a concealed weapon.

But, the longer you remained tucked into his chest, sniffles becoming sobs, that possibility diminished.

His body knew what to do - what the human answer to your actions was - but his mind couldn't follow through.

And yet, the former won.

Slowly, cautiously, his arms found your middle and held you, not firm enough to keep you there, but tight enough that Chishiya could feel your fear.

It was in that second that, feeling you pressed tightly against him, he realised what human warmth felt like.

In all his years of training to be a doctor, he'd heard of this phenomenon (a phenomenon to him, a commonality for everyone else) yet had never experienced it.

He dared to look down at you as he cradled your shaking body in his arms.

Something washed over him. A feeling - a primal urge.

He couldn't place his finger on it, but he knew it was caused by you, by your cowering.

And yet, it was not a desire to see you suffer, nor to push you away. So what was it?

Kuina came running, speeding round the corner. Her eyes fell upon you and Chishiya before drifting over to the body.

She seemed more interested in what the two of you were doing, though Chishiya tried to discourage her with a dark glint in his eye.

Whatever she was going to say died in her throat, and she looked away, pretending never to have seen Chishiya in such a vulnerable position.

He looked down at you once more.

He knew you couldn't stay like this for long, even if he wanted to.

"What's your name?" he said, keeping his voice monotone as he fought to escape the haze you'd cast over him.

You sniffed, seemed to consider his question, then looked to him with wide, glassy eyes.

His heart jumped.

"(Y/N)."

After that, Chishiya became your unofficial protector of sorts.

Your "Guardian," as he referred to himself to Kuina.

He'd told her it was purely to gain your trust, to make you rely on him so that, when the time came, he could sacrifice you.

And yet, every time he tried thinking of ways he could use you, the memory of you flush against him, eyes red and cheeks sodden with tears, flashed in his mind.

Your warmth would encompass him - for a few seconds, no more - and he would be overcome with that feeling again.

He would never dare to confide in Kuina, nor himself about it.

He'd tried shoving that feeling down, putting it out of his mind.

Yet it always returned. And one night, it hit him.

The answer to his hypotheses.

He sat bolt upright in bed, looking dead ahead, as if he could see through the walls and saw you sleeping in your room.

It was protectiveness.

That feeling - that need - was the urge to protect you, to keep you out of harm's way.

From that moment on, you became the object of his obsession.

He understood that you were now his weakness, and so to protect himself, he needed to protect you.

He watches you as he did before he knew you.

Diverted your path when necessary - whenever Niragi was nearby, he'd steer you down another corridor under the pretense of needing to "Discuss the next game with you."

During these conversations, he'd learn a little more about you, though you remained guarded.

He wanted to be offended at your lack of willing, but he understood you too well to begrudge your way of thinking.

The two of you were quite similar in that regard.

You were an oyster of sorts; a shell on the outside, yet possessing a treasure within.

Chishiya would try pushing you a little more, trying to discern your interests, your hopes, your dreams, your life before the Borderlands.

Soon enough, Chishiya was not satisfied by your mere hallway meetings, instead requesting to meet you in private under the guise of keeping your conversations quiet, for there were "Eyes everywhere," according to him.

He wasn't wrong, which was what made it so easy for him to get you alone.

When you weren't talking about the games, your conversations would shift to a more personal tone.

You'd share very minimal information about yourself, and, though he didn't show it, Chishiya found himself hanging on your every word.

You actually shared some interests in common, like your literature preferences, your appreciation for Renaissance art, and your overall logical way of thinking.

Chishiya found these moments to be the most intimate ones he'd ever experienced, despite no physical contact being involved.

His eyes would drift to your arms, remembering how you'd clung to him that night when he'd rescued you.

And how he so desired to feel them around him again.

Not that he'd ever say this, of course.

He fantasizes about holding you a lot.

Considering how everything is so unstable in the Borderlands, the security you gave him, and the security he felt over you, made him feel safe. A commodity in the Borderlands.

He's started stealing some of your belongings, too.

Well, of the few you have.

He stole your pillow case and put it over his pillow so he can smell you when he's drifting off to sleep, imagining you there with him, calming him.

Considering all the pillow cases in the Beach were identical, you'd never be able to tell.

He gets a bit of a thrill out of you being so close to something of yours he's taken whenever you come over to his room.

Makes him feel alive in a way the games don't.

It makes him feel human; like he's discovering love for the first time.

One evening, he had the idea of purposely endangering you during the games just so he could swoop in and save you.

The idea was a fleeting fancy, nothing more. But it haunted him, watched him.

And he found himself enacting it.

And, sure enough, it worked.

During one particularly stressful game, you'd lost a key you needed to unlock a door and find a ticket, which would give you your escape.

The keys had been well hidden throughout the map, and when you'd found yours, you hoped and prayed the door it unlocked would actually have a ticket behind it.

Chishiya had finished a good ten minutes before you, and when your back had been turned, he'd swiped your key from the band of your swimsuit, pocketing it, disappearing behind a corner before you'd even realised what had happened.

And now he watched you panic, cry, and near give up as the timer counted down when you found your precious key gone.

He reveled in your distress, as ashamed as he'd be to say it. The fruits of his labour hung over him in his mind's eye; the feeling of you pressed tightly against him.

Chishiya appeared behind you like a phantom, presenting the key to you.

"Found this a few minutes ago; thought you'd have some use for it."

You near wept into his chest, just as you had done during your first meeting.

You were never in any real danger, Chishiya made sure of that.

But he needed to make you believe that you were so his plans would take full effect.

That evening, you barely left his side, sticking close to him.

You just needed some form of comfort, something to help you make sense of what had nearly happened.

This was the second time he'd saved you, protected you from death, and you weren't going to let him out of your sight.

That was far too close for your liking. Losing your key like that - you had no idea how you'd managed to do such a thing.

And Chishiya consoled you throughout the night, reveling in how you held his hand, cried into his shoulder, berated yourself for being so careless with the literal key to your survival.

His heart thrummed, and he near purred at the feeling of your skin on his as you rested your head on his shoulder, wrapped in his jacket.

He felt like he owned you.

And that's how Chishiya wanted you: dependent on him and him alone.

And now, with you sleeping at his side, nestled into his chest, he counted the infinite ways he could make that so - how he could keep you with him.

Forever.

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[amortentiaz]

alice in borderland season 2 out of context

hatter: if you were to die what would your last words be?

aguni: finally

hatter: no—

[kaizensluvr]

can u do chishiya arisu and niragi x reader who cant sleeps without cuddles please?

chishiya, arisu, & niragi x gn reader who can’t sleep without cuddles

author note! ty for requesting

shuntaro chishiya

- warning at first he feels stiff bc he’s touch starved but he will eventually warm up to it

- in the car back from a game, u fell asleep on his shoulder and he liked that u felt safe with him

- [real world] once you two were watching a movie and u fell asleep on him, he wrapped his arms around u and since then he’s secretly liked it

- after a long day and a game you came home tired, chishiya was already in bed but you couldn’t tell if he was sleeping, u didn’t wanna wake him up but ever since you got to the beach u haven’t been able to sleep without cuddles

- you snuggled up into the covers and after about an hour and a half of twisting and turning u still couldn’t fall asleep

- eventually you just wrapped yourself up into his arms and then you heard his voice

- “y/n, you’re still up?” u just mumbled yes and fell asleep on his chest

ryohei arisu

- he is FLUSTERED like he’s always blushing and feels so loved and special that u want him holding you <3

- i think he’d be a good cuddle giver even though he’s nervous

- [real world] you were on his lap while he was playing a video game, and you fell asleep on him; he didn’t wanna wake you so he took you onto his bed, but as he was about to get up, u grabbed him so he ended up staying with u in his chest

- he will play with your hair or rubbing your back if you can’t sleep while he’s being the big spoon

- doesn’t get annoyed at all if you wake him up bc you need him to sleep, as long as you get a good nights rest

suguru niragi

- oh he loves this, the fact you’re reliant on him for a simple task as sleeping

- gonna act annoyed but secretly is super proud of himself, usually people fear him but not you

- wants to protect you so would most likely already want to cuddle every night

- he likes to be the big spoon but when u guys are sleeping he ends up laying his limbs EVERYWHERE which gets annoying ( also a blanket hog)

- when he is doing something and u come over to him to ask for cuddles, he will tease u but he will 100% cuddle u all night long

- sometimes u can play with his hands or hair

- tbh he can’t sleep without u either so let’s say u guys got into a fight and u went to sleep on the couch he would eventually come to u and deal with his ego and just lay next to u

- since u can’t sleep without his cuddles, u always end up in his arms

ⓒ caution. don’t repost my work without my permission. plagiarism is prohibited. don’t translate my work without my permission. i will take measures of reporting you.

[imagine--if]

Do you think you could do an HC on jealous Chishiya 🥰🥰 I absolutely loved your dating chishiya HC it was amazing

A/N: Yeppp, this request won my poll thing by like 74% 😂 and thank you so much! Here's more Chishiya food for you 🥰️

♡ Chishiya Being Jealous Over You Includes... ♡

♡• It's not like he doesn't expect other people you happen to meet around the Borderlands to not take any notice of you when you happen to be in games or something together. Chishiya is well aware that you're a very pretty person, not just by your looks. The two of you are practically unstoppable when you're working together in a complicated game, and that kind of success that you give each other does attract attention. Not just the suspicious and desperately frustrated attention of "How the hell are they doing this? Are they gamemasters or something?!" which Chishiya finds mildly amusing. It's when eyes linger on you, on your face, your body, for a moment too long, that his deep brown gaze will tint with an almost unnoticeable hint of venom.

♡• Chishiya Shuntaro doesn't like those starers. Not when it's you they're ogling.

♡• I'm not saying that he'll immediately get huffy and insecure Arisu 😏 or defensive and aggressive Niragi 😵 but he doesn't like it. He knows when it's happening, of course, since he's a very observant man, and so when he notices it, with just one emotionless stare at them, Chishiya will get the gist of what's going on in their head pretty quickly.

♡• They're not a threat to him. He's not scared of anyone, and won't back down from them. And it's not like he doesn't trust you, because he absolutely does, and knows that there's no way you'd fall for their words and shameless eyes as soon as they approach you. Still, it doesn't mean he won't make sure they're put in their place.

♡• It's like - you know how Arisu got caught when he found the fake safe, and Chshiya was just flipping around the walkie-talkie with his usual smug, unbothered smirk? It's kind of similar to that. He'll screw them over purposefully, maybe even put a bit of effort into it, because he can. Because he's smarter than them. And because you're his.

♡• Chishiya knows you can handle yourself, and turn them down as soon as they try coming on to you, but if they still persist and you're clearly uncomfortable, yeah, he'll step right in. One step in front of you, calmly and indifferently, he'll give them a scarily blank look and say something laced with a tinge of poison, like, "You should keep moving. Someone will get hurt." It's not in a way that he's saying he'll beat them to death on the spot 😂 but it's a warning that the next game they're in, he won't be helping them. Not one bit. He won't directly kill them, but if anything bad happens, it happens.

♡• Or maybe he'll pick up something about them just by watching them go about their way in the Borderlands, overhear a few conversations, and he's got them. Chishiya has his ways, and by the time he's finished saying what he's had to say, you notice that they're suddenly looking anywhere but in your direction, and Chishiya's satisfied half-smile that only grows when you clock what's going on and give him a glare.

♡• It also makes him rethink, yet again, of how ridiculously lucky he is to have you. After someone tries and ultimately fails to get your attention in a certain way, you'll randomly find Chishiya staring at you for longer than he usually does, or being a little more sentimental. It's just his way of showing you that he appreciates you, that he's truly in love, and never to doubt it. In moments when he's softer and more vulnerable, like late at night or alone on a rooftop, you'll hear it from him, and him saying those words with that intense gaze is aaaghh- 😍

♡• Basically, Chishiya doesn't get jealous in the usual way, not defensive and impulsive, or insecure and stuttery. He's just himself, and at the end of the day, you're one of the very few things that means a lot to him. The only incentive he had to win games before was for the sheer fun of it, really, not because he was desperate to survive, but literally because he could. But now that you've come along, there's one reason he's never had before, and no idiot trying to push their way into your relationship will ruin that reason. Love. 💙

[24hlevi]

Sup! hope you’re having a great day and congrats on getting 1,700 followers!! 💗🎉

Can I request fluff prompt with 7 & 10 for chishiya (this could be either in or out of borderlands) with the dialogue

“Just five more minutes please?”

“go back to sleep, it’s okay”

“I feel safe with you”

“Don’t worry, i’ll be here when you wake up”

I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to only pick two so feel free to decline/shorten this if I broke a rule T—T take care! ⭐️

this is adorable and i love it esp with chishiya, thank you so much for requesting 🫶

also i forgot to say it but you can use as many prompts as you want!

— hug me tight

chishiya shuntaro (alice in borderland) x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: fluff prompts 7(forehead kisses) + 10(sharing a bed) with dialogue prompts 5("don't worry, i'll be here when you wake up") + 7("just five more minutes please?") + 10("go back to sleep, if's okay") & 11("i feel safe with you") from my 1,700 follower event

warnings: language

chishiya shuntaro was not a very affectionate man when in a relationship. some may say he's emotionally unavailable, and while at times it appears to be true. it's times like this when you're able to see that he can be loving at times, mainly during times like this. times where he showed his true colors on how he felt about you. that he loved you.

waking up in a bed next to him was odd, especially being the first time he's even dared to suggest it, but you couldn't just say no. the sunlight was peeking through the halfway shut curtains, and when your eyes opened you immediately closed them again, squinting. you felt movement beside you and froze when you felt an arm wrap over you.

"why're you awake?" chishiya's groggy morning voice muttered into your ear.

"because you're dumbass half-assed closing the blinds," you retorted, your eyes still closed.

"sorry about that," he said, peering down at you as you laid there still. "do you want food?"

you hummed no in response, shaking your head whilst doing so and rolling over to wrap your arms around him, making it his turn to freeze up at the action. "i wanna sleep more."

"we have to get moving eventually, you know," chishiya sighed quietly, laying back down on his back. "i would rather not spend the whole day in bed."

"just five more minutes please?" you asked him, finally opening your eyes to look at him. you rested your head on his chest, one of your hands moving up to his hair to fix it back into place from it messy state.

chishiya sighed again. sadly, he wouldn't say no. well, he didn't want to say no. so with one of his hands still around you, he leaned down slightly and gently placed a kiss on your forehead, "fine. but i'll be counting."

"mhm, sure," you replied, your voice laced with sarcasm as you spoke. "before you know it, it'll be half an hour."

rolling his eyes, chishiya laid his head back on the soft pillows behind him. "this is weird," he mumbled absentmindedly.

"hm? why is that?" you couldn't help but ask. you were still looking at him, only now with confusion as to what he meant by those words.

shrugging, he responded with, "i never thought i would be with someone like this is all. so it's weird."

"well," you patted one of your hands on his chest, making him look down at you, "i feel safe with you, shuntaro. so even if it feels weird, i'll still be here with you. okay?"

chishiya nodded as an answer. turning his head to read the digital clock on his side of the bed to read the time, he then looked back at you. "you better get back to sleep before it hits 9," he said.

"9? that's so close," you whined, resting your head on his chest again. "now i can't get back to sleep."

"just go back to sleep, y/n, it's okay," chishiya told you, lightly poking your head with his pointer finger.

"are you sure?" you questioned, pushing his hand away from you.

"yeah," he nodded. "don't worry, i'll be here when you wake up." he added, this time gently patting your head.

"promise?"

"i promise."

"okay then," you said with a smile, your head laying down on his chest as you closed your eyes again. "i hope you know i care about you a lot."

"yeah, i care about you too, y/n." chishiya responded, leaning down and kissing your head again, pulling you closer to him subtly.

"a little too much, probably."

[syntheticfoxfire]

Tremors | Niragi Suguru | [A, F]

Summary: Between your unspoken worries and Niragi proudly showing you the game he's been working on, something goes wrong and it's a mess. [real world au] Word count: 5.7k Warnings: mentions of abusive relationship, implied smut

The train shakes and you sway from side to side in your seat. It’s a nice day, the sun is shining and the breeze is gentle on the skin. Everyone has to be enjoying it somewhere outside because the train is almost empty. It’s a rare and welcomed occurrence. 

You look out the window, barely able to stay still and control your bubbling excitement. You watch the building and trees pass by in a blur of movement. You watch the clouds, try to count the white cars, anything to keep your mind from wandering and imagining. It’s useless really. The only thing on your mind is him.

If you’re honest, it’s a little embarrassing that you’re like this. You’re not a highschooler anymore, and this isn’t a stupid crush. Your relationship is long established, long enough that you’d think the bubbly and nervous feelings one associates with new love would long since disappear, but that’s not the case. Maybe you’d be a little more accepting of the childish rush of joy in different circumstances, but as it stands it’s only been a week since you’ve seen Niragi. A week. And you have chosen to take some time for yourself. So there’s really no reason you should be feeling like a child about to go to Disneyland.

But there’s more to it, isn’t it? You sigh and lean your forehead against the cool glass. Feeling like a bubbling pot that got its lid taken off, you deflate in your seat, pondering.

Niragi’s been stressing over work again and he’s insufferable when he’s stressed. Not always, but usually. Sometimes it’s quite nice. He gets more dominant. And hungry. Always so hungry for you and your body. Fucking like rabbits is about the only thing that calms him. And you’re not complaining. If only that was it.

Other times, like now, he’s… well, not the same. 

He gets more dominant as well, but in a different way. It’s almost controlling. And loud. All he does is yell and you can’t seem to do anything right. He’s a perfectionist. And whenever he’s stressed, nothing could ever meet his standards. He has a bad temper, you know that about him. You’ve always known. He doesn’t do too good of a job hiding it - if he’s even trying at all. 

The point is, in times like this he’s actually scary. 

He’s never hurt you but you’re not sure he wouldn’t ever do it.

Not on purpose. You don’t think he’d ever get violent with you like that. However, you can imagine it happening by accident. You’d say or do something wrong, or maybe just be at the wrong place at the wrong time when his frustration is at its highest and bam, your body would hurt and he’d look at you like he doesn’t recognize you. You can almost feel the sting of your cheek, your fingers touching the tender skin. He’d just stand there with a shocked expression, and he’d be shaking. Would he try to approach you? Would he apologize? Cry? Double down?

You can’t be sure, but just the reality of you being able to imagine the scene so vividly in your mind scares you. It’s not right, you know that. But he can be so sweet. He is sweet. He needs you and you need him. Maybe once you’re not so young and wild it’ll get better - then again, the clock is ticking.

Your phone buzzes and despite your gloomy thoughts you smile when you see it’s a message from Niragi. And then another one. He always gets so clingy when you’re not around. Apparently something came up so he won’t be able to make it to the station to pick you up. And he tells you to hurry. To go straight home. To text him when you get off the train. And to text or call him if you even think anyone is being creepy. You roll your eyes.

Niragi has a habit of being way too possessive and protective. Not that you mind, not really. Your social circle is tiny anyway, and more than anything you want your friends to be his friends too. It’s challenging, but you make it work. You’re more of a homebody too, and if Niragi suggests it and you do go party in a club, you’re more than happy to stay by his side.

And he likes it. He’s always walking around carrying himself like he owns the place, as long as he has his arm tightly wrapped around your waist. You must admit that it feels good to you too. It’s hard to feel wanted in this world. Niragi makes you feel that way.

That being said, it has its drawbacks. Should you get separated, things tend to get messy. For some reason he always acts a little off after he finds you. He drapes himself over you, he won’t let you go anywhere alone. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he needs to reassure himself somehow by clinging to you. Like needs. But that doesn’t make any sense, does it.

And if someone touches you, it’s over for them. Niragi always miraculously finds out and makes sure the person in question knows they’ve fucked up. It usually ends up either with you dragging Niragi away by force or the two of you getting kicked out after he started a fight. More often the latter. He’s really scary when he’s angry.

But so sweet when he isn’t.

As soon as the train stops at the station, you get off and text Niragi as he told you to do.

If you get here within thirty minutes, I’ll show you what I’m working on.

He always knows how to shift your mind to what you love about him. You’re out of the station and hurrying through the streets towards your second home right away. There are so many memories hidden behind each corner. The cafe you frequently visit and have Niragi tease you about the drinks you pick. The park where you so often walk and enjoy the sunshine during the summer and his eyes linger on you just for a second longer when you smile at him.

It’s so easy to forget all the bad times. The red flags.

You skip down the streets and smile at strangers you pass. Might as well spread the good mood in some way. 

Few minutes later, you’re unlocking the door to the apartment building and running up the stairs. Another minute later you finally unlock the front door and step into the apartment. It smells like home here, more than in your actual home. You take off your shoes and turn to lock the door. Before you get to finish the task, however, you’re pushed against the door and there’s a firm, warm body on yours. His hands are already wrapped around your waist and his lips press openmouthed kisses to your neck. You shiver, chuckling.

“I missed you too,” you sigh, finishing locking up. You turn in his hold and Niragi wastes no time melting his lips against yours, tongue invading your mouth as soon as he gets the chance. You moan into the kiss and feel him smirk. He takes his time kissing you like he needs to make sure you’re real. That you’re still his. Remind you of his claim over you. You let him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Finally he lets you breathe, but he doesn’t move away. He needs to breathe the same air you’re breathing, his forehead against yours. His eyes are dark but with a hint of softness. You raise a hand to his face, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb. He leans into your touch.

“We should really talk some more about you moving in,” he says. There’s a teasing lilt to his voice but you know better than to believe he doesn’t mean it. You know it’s something he’s wanted for a while and that he’s getting impatient. The only thing that’s keeping him from blowing up at you about it is, you guess, that you’re basically living here anyway.

“Missed me that much, huh?” you tease back, avoiding the conversation. You’re not in the mood and you know it would end in a fight. He knows too so he lets you off the hook. For now. You give him an hour at most, and in that time, you need to prepare yourself for whatever is about to come. Why are you so hesitant to move in anyway?

“You have no idea, baby,” he purrs and with one last kiss he pushes himself off you. You go unpack the few items you’ve brought with you. It’s true that you’re basically living here already. You have most of your stuff here, he let you - in a rare case of a compromise - reorganize the kitchen and bathroom so that the stuff you need is within your reach. The apartment already feels and for all purposes is your home. 

At the same time you like the freedom and opportunity to escape his bad moods that having your own place, albeit shared with roommates, provides. But then again, his apartment has privacy, and well, him. What’s worse - his moods or missing him? You wish you knew.

You finish unpacking and change into more comfortable clothes before stepping out of the room to look for your boyfriend. You yelp when he catches you from behind, licking a long stripe up your neck. You smack his arm playfully but give him a stern look.

“I told you I hate it when you scare me like that,” you pout though he can’t see it with his face buried in your neck.

“I just want you to be prepared. The game is pretty scary, you know,” he hums against your skin, sucking a mark just under your ear. You gasp, and for once it’s not because of his attention but from the implication in his words. You know that the project they’re working on right now in his job is just some fps shooter, nothing scary.

“So it’s the one you’ve been working on this whole time? The solo project?” you turn in his arms, cupping his face in excitement. He nods and bites his lip, watching you gush about how much you’re looking forward to seeing it, listening to your praises of his hard work and dedication. He shushes you with another kiss, this one slower but deeper. You smile. He only kisses you like that when you make him flustered. Or that’s what you call it anyway because it sounds better than admitting he kisses you because he doesn’t know how to cope with whatever he’s feeling. To admit you’re sure that a kiss is not the first thing that comes to his mind as a reaction. You’ve noticed the twitch of his eyes, the slight strain in his smile. 

It’s the same look he gives you before he beats a drunken guy that flirted with you.

Niragi isn’t very vocal about his feelings. He never talks about his feelings. Honestly, you think he isn’t really feeling them, pushing them all away until he blows up. You get it. Anger is safe. Anger doesn’t hurt him. But it isn’t very productive either.

He’s never told you much about his past, which is telling in and of itself, but from the scraps of information you’ve pieced together, you suppose you understand. 

Still his serious communication issues cause problems in your relationship sometimes. Understandably. Which makes it even more surprising that you can’t say that there’s ever been a time you haven’t felt loved. He makes sure you know it, proving it with his actions rather than words. Your friends might tease you for it but you know they’re also jealous. For all his imperfections, you can’t imagine someone would love you as much as he does.

And maybe that’s the problem.

He pulls away and you smile warmly at him. He warns you that it’s not done and that there are some bugs and stuff to be done but you assure him you don’t care. You know it’s going to be as perfect as it physically can be. With how critical he is of himself, he wouldn’t allow his work to be anything less than perfect. 

You study him as you walk through the apartment. He looks the way he always does, cool and unbothered but you see the little hints. He’s nervous. Of course he would be. You know how much time and effort he’s put into this alongside the projects for his work. Despite what most people think about him when they see him, Niragi is actually really smart. Like very fucking intelligent. It scares you sometimes - mostly because he’s also really childish and impulsive. Not the best combination.

“You sure you wanna see it? I thought you said you don’t like scary stuff,” he smirks. It makes you pause for a bit. This is the second time he warns you about it, something he never does. He hates having to repeat himself.

“Is it really that scary?” you ask, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. He cups your jaw and runs his thumb the flesh, almost daring you to bite him with his eyes. You don’t.

“Just a little bit,” he shrugs and it doesn’t make you feel better but you decide that this is really important to him so you’ll manage. He looks at you expectantly.

“Alright, show me then,” you nod at him and jump a little to look cuter. It must work because he smiles and shakes his head, his hand falling to the small of your back.

He leads the way to his home office. The blinds are closed. The room is dark, safe for the light from the screen. It’s clean, not a speck of dust to be seen, but messy with all kinds of cables and parts lying around. You remember he’s been talking about upgrading his computer for a while.

He sits down on his chair and you don’t need any encouragement to sit on his lap. One of his hands wrap around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. It feels good. Safe. Domestic even. You feel yourself relax despite the curiosity gnawing at your nerves. This position is familiar and your brain is flooded with another wave of memories. 

Why are you so on edge today?

His arm around you feels like home. The hours he’s spent holding you like this while you played a game on his lap, or watched him play, feel like liquid comfort. You could drown in it.

With his free hand Niragi controls the mouse, clicking away until the screen goes dark and the game starts. You jump a little when you hear music coming from the speakers. How did he do that? He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“One of the guys helped me,” he explains as you mouth a silent ‘how’. You nod, remembering that one of his coworkers was dabbling in music, sound effects and the like even in his free time. Your friends are his, his are yours. No matter how few of them there is.

He explains the controls to you, tells you what to do and not to do unless you want to crash the game but nothing more than that. You listen attentively and immediately try what he told you in gameplay. Sometimes you feel him tense behind you, clench his jaw or sigh when he notices a mistake or something he doesn’t like. You do your best to reassure him, commenting on things you like instead. Or turning your head to kiss him. Distraction works the best.

So far it seems like a pretty standard game. The main character is a university student. You can’t see much about them as it’s in the first person pov. They are on their way from school now. The music playing in the background started off nice and pleasant but gradually it just keeps getting more and more ominous, hitting a crescendo when colorful fireworks erupt in the pinkish afternoon sky.

“Huh? Isn’t it too early for fireworks?” you comment off-handedly, turning to look at Niragi who just bites your shoulder and nods for you to pay attention to what’s happening on the screen. You shake your head but listen, intrigued.

When you look back, the surroundings have changed. The streets are dark and abandoned. It’s quiet. You frown and feel Niragi kiss up your neck.

“It’s not scary yet,” he whispers into your ear helpfully. You trust him- 

You trust him. 

You trust him and walk around the city with your character in search for clues. You find nothing. You’re just about to ask your boyfriend for help when the building not far away lights up. You make a little confused sound but go to the destination. It says that a game will soon start there.

“So meta,” you tease, only to be bitten again. There’s more strength to it now. It comes as a surprise and it startles you. You hyperfocus on him.

“Just you wait,” he smirks. He’s getting excited, but you feel like he’s getting more nervous too. It’s worrying you a bit. There’s that spark in his eyes and in the way he speaks, but his hand on your waist holds you tightly. Almost too much. Thumb of his other hand is stroking across your tight. You decide to just go through with the game without analyzing his behavior too much. It still passes as normal.

So you go with what the game tells you to do. There are more characters now that you can interact with. You talk with them some, learning more about them but not the situation your character got stuck in, unfortunately. You praise him for his writing skills, and you swear he both preens at the praise and gets the rug pulled out from under his feet with it. Your heart aches a little. Why can’t he take a compliment?

Then the game in the game starts and all your thoughts are thrown out of the window.

It’s brutal. Try as you might, the characters around you all die in horrible ways. Sometimes by accident, sometimes because you don’t react fast enough. Either way it’s horrifying, not in the jumpscare-ish type of way, but something inside you just doesn’t take it well. Maybe you just feel for the characters too much, got too absorbed, whatever the reason might be, you’re shaking and your eyes are tearing up and then you can’t focus and your character dies out of nowhere and you jump back from the keyboard.

Niragi is there to catch you. One of his hands is still around your waist, the other one stroking through your hair now. He lets you turn to the side so you can bury your face in his neck. He kisses your forehead.

“I told you it was scary,” he scoffs. It’s hard to notice since he’s trying to hide it but you know him too well. He’s upset - angry. As always, it’s a puzzle what the anger means. He remains gentle though, caring. So your best guess is that something about your reaction has hurt him. Of course anger is the only reaction he knows to that. He won’t tell you what’s going on either. You know that if you asked, or worse pushed for him to answer, he’d explode on you.

Maybe he’d really hit you this time.

…Stop.

“Yeah, I’m sorry I’m such a coward,” you murmur, nuzzling closer to him, “But maybe I could just watch you play instead? I mean if there’s more.” 

He tenses again. You move so you can look at him. He looks confused and you give him a tight smile. 

“I mean, the idea is cool and I’m curious what other games there are but it’s too cruel for me to play,” you admit, “You know, I guess I’d rather die myself than let someone else die.” Finally he huffs a small laugh too. It’s the one that means he thinks you’re being stupid but you don’t mind. Whatever was troubling him seems to have receded at least slightly.

“You’re unbelievable,” he mocks but he leans closer and takes control of the character as the game where you died starts over.

You stay cuddled to him, watching and wincing as he goes through his own creation. His playstyle is the exact opposite of yours. He’s cold, merciless. If there’s an option to sacrifice someone, he does so without a moment of hesitation. If the task is to kill, he’s happy to bash somebody’s head in. 

Not just the character but Niragi himself. 

You watch him intently, perhaps more than you watch the screen. There’s a wide, pleased smirk on his face. He laughs every time he gets to kill someone in an especially painful or morbid way.

It’s genuine, that smile, that laughter. Bright and happy.

You feel your heartbeat speeding up and deep down you wonder if you really know who your boyfriend is. You understand it’s just a game, but the excitement in his eyes is too genuine. He’s really into it. If you’re honest, it worries you. Then again, maybe it’s just because of the thoughts you’ve had for the last couple weeks. You wonder if you’re only worried because now you can imagine him both beating you and having fun doing it. 

You shake your head a little. No. Your Niragi would never. 

Not on purpose anyway.

The room goes perfectly dark and you realize he switched off the computer. You straighten up and smile at him in the darkness. Now that his hands are free he wraps them around you again. You gladly accept the comfort. The reminder that he’s not a monster, that he’s warm and that he loves you.

“Was it that bad?” he asks. The excitement from the game lingers in his voice but you note the other thing in his voice. It’s like he’s testing you. He’s a good actor when he needs to be.

“It was great, actually,” you hum and loop your arms around his neck. You play with the loose strands of his hair. He hasn’t tied it today, you finally notice.

“That’s why you kept looking at me?” There’s a hint of irritation in his voice. You know you need to be careful now.

“Yeah, I told you it was scary. It does a great job of setting the mood and when you talk to the characters, I could really feel for them and it was just hard to watch them die,” you share your opinion, whining a little at the end, “And I’m curious about the storyline! I can root and relate to the main character so I think it’s really well done. I guess I’m just too soft for it.” You chuckle and see him roll his eyes even through the darkness. You sigh, leaning closer. He’s still a little worked up. His shoulders are tense and he holds you close instead of caressing you. You kiss along his jaw and he melts under you, his hands sliding down to your hips.

“Besides how am I supposed to focus with this handsome eye candy right in front of me,” you tease, sucking on his neck, “I really missed you.” 

He growls, grabbing your chin and slamming your mouths together. It’s good. He’s not angry. He wants you. You press yourself closer to him. You’re desperate to feel him, to have him. You just want your boyfriend, not the paranoid images your mind insists on creating.

“We’re not done here,” he says nonchalantly when he’s done kissing you breathless.

[…..]

He orders your favorite food for dinner and you laze on the couch together, waiting for it to arrive. You’re lying between his legs, back against his chest. He’s so warm even with the clothes separating you. You’re playing with his hands, intertwining your fingers, admiring how large his hands seem compared to yours. He allows it, relaxed and, dare you say, happy. 

You talk about things that happened since you’ve seen each other, he mostly talks about work and you about your own life and the shenanigans that your roommates got into. He listens, only ever interrupting to kiss down your neck or bite your earlobe. You feel playful enough to get revenge when it’s his turn to talk. You know Niragi loves the attention as much as the knowledge that you actually listen to him, making little noises to let him know you’re still focused on his words despite nibbling on his neck.

You’re happy and comfortable. This is how relationship should feel, and for a moment you forget about the intrusive thoughts that have been bothering you.

“What do you really think of the game?” he asks finally. Of course your bubble of serenity had to disappear eventually.

You should’ve known it was still on his mind.

You sigh, holding his hands on your stomach. You think for a moment before speaking. Somehow the atmosphere turned serious and heavy. It’s important to him, more than you thought. That much is clear. Only you don’t know why. You know you need to be careful, but honest. So you take your time choosing your words.

“I think… Well, trust me or not, I see the appeal. It might not be my cup of tea but I understand why some people enjoy games like this. Shit, let me play when I’m stressed and I will be into it like no one else,” you laugh and see him smirk at you, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. There’s a strange look in his eyes, almost cautious. It doesn’t look good on him. You’re not used to seeing him like that. 

“I mean, we all need to relieve our stress and frustration somehow. Sometimes people just feel like destroying something, hurting someone, killing someone,” you speak slowly, calmly, “Just… Just know that even if I don’t enjoy playing games like that, your game, it doesn’t mean it’s bad. And that you like it certainly doesn’t make you weird or anything. I don’t care. I’m just happy to see you happy. I love you, you know?” You smile, your little rant now over. You shift higher to kiss him gently. He returns the kiss, all remaining tension left his body.

“So what was your favorite mini-game? Was it live-or-die maze one?” he inquires, pulling you closer. You chuckle, more than anything glad to see him return to normal. And this question, you can answer.

You talk for hours. Laugh, kiss. He seems different. You can’t pinpoint how exactly, but you feel it’s not a bad change. You feel like you didn’t fuck up with your answer.

[…..]

It doesn’t take long for him to seduce you again once you’ve had dinner. Frankly, you’re surprised he waited that long. 

Sex with Niragi is always amazing. Even if he’s in a mood for a rough and long night, he takes care of you. And as always, tonight too you fall asleep in his arms, safely wrapped in his loving embrace.

What’s unusual, though, is that you don’t sleep peacefully.

Your mind is plagued by nightmares. Visions of people screaming in agony, running away. You can’t move, paralyzed with fear. You don’t see what they’re running away from until it’s too late.

Niragi.

But it’s not your Niragi. This version of him is different. He looks the same but there’s a cruel glint in his eyes. He swings a gun around like it weighs nothing. He shoots every single living thing around, laughing at the mayhem. You make the mistake of whispering his name. He looks your way and tears flood your eyes instantly. He knows you. But you wish he didn’t. 

He reaches you quickly and pulls your hair. You scream and call for help, struggle against him, pushing and punching but he’s so strong and he keeps laughing and you’re crying and scared and desperate.

“y/n!”

Your eyes shoot open and the first thing you see is Niragi and you panic, trying to escape from him. But then obvious hurt and confusion flash across his face, just for a second, before his jaw clenches and you know he’s angry and holding himself back, letting go of your arms and sitting back.

It wasn’t real. 

He’s straddling you, running his hand through his hair. This is your Niragi. The one with many flaws and dangerous anger issues but also the loving boyfriend who always keeps you safe. 

Not the psychotic maniac you saw in your dream.

Your body reacts on its own. You lunge forward and hug him tightly, squeezing the life out of him. He stills before, carefully, he envelops you in his arms. You sniff, nuzzling closer, hiding your face in his chest. 

He strokes your hair and back, slowly so he doesn’t scare you. You listen to his heartbeat, bask in his warmth. He’s quiet. You can almost hear the gears turning in his mind. Despite his behavior sometimes, you know he’d hate it, hate himself, if you were truly afraid of him. And you know that’s exactly what he saw in your eyes before - fear.

“Can we lie down?” you say weakly and Niragi nods. His hands never leave your body as he helps you lie back down and tucks you under his chin. Having his arms around you makes you feel safe and soothes you, even if you can feel the nervous, angry energy radiating off him. 

You try to shake off some of the lingering anxiety and tangle your fingers into his hair. It seems to help both of you relax until you’re able to speak. Niragi’s not going to ask, you know that, instead he’ll wait for you to talk, getting more and more impatient in the process. You really need to talk to him about that.

“I had a nightmare,” you begin slowly, still playing with his hair.

“Guessed that much,” he comments. Venom drips from his words and you’re both annoyed and shaking your head at his childishness. But underlying is the urge to flinch.

This is your Niragi. Not the nightmare one.

“You were there,” you mention and suddenly he’s paying close attention, “But… You were different. Like you were in the game. You were just killing everyone and then you saw me and I knew that it didn’t matter because you’ll just hurt me too and you looked so… satisfied.” 

You feel his arms tighten around your shaking body. You haven’t even realized you were trembling.

“You think I’d hurt you?” he asks, tone flat. It’s unfortunate that he asks the question you’ve pondered for weeks. At least you know the answer. But are you ready to say it?

You know he’s close to snapping already. Not in the violent outburst, no, not now that you’re shaking in his embrace. But the silent, cold distancing himself thing he does sometimes. That one hurts more, mainly because then you know he’s hurting. You don’t want to hurt him. Somehow it feels like that’s what he expects of you, and you want to be better than that. However, you also want to be honest with him.

Sometimes, there’s just no way to win.  

“No,” you sigh, “You wouldn’t hurt me intentionally. I know that. But… I don’t know, maybe if you lost control or something, people do all kinds of things then.” 

Before you can raise your head to look at him, worried about his reaction, he does it for you. He holds your jaw between his fingers and there’s fire in his eyes you haven’t seen before. His hold is tight, bordering on being painful, but it barely doesn’t cross that line.

“I would never hurt you, understand?” he growls lowly, desperately.

The fire is just embers now, a crazed look in his eyes. Similar to the look he gives you anytime he pulls you to the side when you speak to a new acquaintance.

There’s fragility to it, you think. You might just be imagining that though. It’d make sense, what with him being so clingy and possessive, but that always felt like his way of asserting dominance. Could you have been wrong?

“Never. You’re mine and I promised I would take care of what’s mine,” his voice drops lower.

You smile a little. He did. It’s been the first thing he told you after you accepted his proposal to go on a date. 

And maybe he’s telling the truth. Well, he certainly is - the truth he believes in anyway. You’re hesitant to believe it too, though. He has tremendous self-control, that much you know, but he slips up sometimes. Every human does. Perhaps it won’t happen in the near future or maybe never, but the fact is that you cannot shake off the feeling that one day he might hurt you, even if he won’t mean to.

“Only yours,” you sigh and bump your nose against his. He frowns at you. He hates these cute displays of affection. You kiss it better, melting against his lips. The piercing in his tongue is a nice distraction from everything else, its round and smooth shape curious against your tongue. You love it and he knows it. He smirks when you won’t stop playing with the metal stub.

“I could make you more tired if it helps you fall asleep,” he whispers suggestively into your ear but his touch remains tender and loving. Despite that, you know he’s serious. He has a special talent to turn even the most innocent things heated in a second.

“I love you, Niragi,” you chuckle, “Just hold me, please.” You kiss the corner of his mouth, cuddling closer to him. He smells like home. You let your hands fall to his chest, feeling his heart beating under your palm.

“Never gonna let you go, baby,” he promises and pulls you closer, stroking up and down your spine with his fingertips. Another one of his little unspoken love yous. You smile and trail a little path of kisses on his shoulder.

No. Your Niragi couldn’t possibly ever become like the one in your dream… could he?

[airbendertendou]

puppy eyes ♥︎ banda sunato

synopsis ; a familiar face greets you at the jack of hearts game and an even more famliliar feeling of fear springs inside you at the sight of him.

possibly out of character! bff!urumi bc i love her , obsession , poor attempt at writing a bad / yandere-type character lmao , puppy as a nickname

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

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Pairing up with Urumi wasn’t your smartest idea, admittedly. But, when she waltzed up to you so confidently during a club’s game — she was wearing a light pink skirt, then — you could only mutter an okay. 

It wasn’t a surprise when you were the only surviving team — not really.

You spent your days eating expired canned goods and wandering through abandoned malls with Urumi pulling you by your wrist. She hated when her clothes got dirty — hated when blood stains contaminated her new lace or the frills of her skirt. Leading you to a prison building, Urumi swayed in her blue dress excitedly. A heart’s game — she was too good at those. The brunette turned, her hair parted so that you could help buckle her collar shut.

The brand new shirt you wore blended in with everyone else’s — grabbing new clothes while on the run from the King of Spades was everyone’s first instinct, apparently. A man in overalls twitched nervously as his eyes scoured the group that’d gathered for the game. A white hooded figure stood to his left, leaning against the wall boredly as you and Urumi chose your own spot to wait at.

In only minutes — it felt like longer — the game closed as the last member took a seat directly across from you. Urumi laid her chin on your shoulder as the rules began to play on the screen in the middle of the room, the familiar automated voice drowning out any questions you had. Looking around the room, your eyes met shining ones that were staring directly at you.

A sliver of fear crawled down your spine, dropping into every available crevice as you gulped. He tilted his head, smirk lifting the right side of his mouth as the gleam from that day took over his eyes. You don’t think you’d ever forget that look — you’d never forget how he stared ; how he didn’t let you leave his eyesight for one second.

“We’ll be safe together, hm, [name]?” Urumi murmured into your ear. Her question went unanswered as your throat grew more and more parched the longer he kept his gaze on you. Urumi crept closer to you, mouth snug against your ear as she frowned. “[Name]?”

“I know him.” You breathe out the sentence before thinking. Gulping again, you blink frantically as you try to shift your eyes away from his. “That guy that just came in.”

Urumi hums as she looks ahead — it’s a miniscule change, but he’s frowning at how close she is to you. One look at the screen that has everyone’s picture tells her just who he is. “His name is familiar.”

“He’s been on the news,” a woman wearing yellow speaks up. She shuffles closer to both of you shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Killed four women, I think. I wonder how he got here…?”

Your heart jumps in your throat at the confirmation. You knew you weren’t imagining things — knew he was too familiar. Aching breaths hit your lungs as you try to calm down. Urumi is watching you curiously — she’d only seen you this panicked with a game or two. “I think… I think I was going to be victim number five.”

They both widen their eyes at the news, but you stare at the floor, unblinking and still. Slyly, Urumi places herself in between you and the man — Banda. She hides you from his view as the chatter of the other players begins to rise. 

“No worries, [name],” Urumi grins. “We’ll keep each other safe.”

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Standing in front of the snack aisle took you back to a memory you wanted desperately to forget. The cookies in front of you transformed into books ; the smell of a moldy prison changed to the scent of coffee and vanilla. You can’t help but reminisce — can’t help it as your mind drifts from your current location and to one that felt like it was from a lifetime ago.

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Bookstores were your safe haven ; libraries your second home. When they had small cafes nearby, they felt even more snug and warm and welcoming. You’re so focused on searching the shelf in front of you that the person beside you goes completely unnoticed. A shift to the right finally catches your attention, the man standing beside you is looking in your direction.

He’s handsome, you notice ; with soft eyes and a small tilt of his mouth that your eyes latch onto. The man fully grins your way now, all gently and tenderly and your breath catches in your chest. “I hope I’m not bothering you.”

“Oh, um…” you bite your bottom lip shyly and put the book you were looking at back on the shelf. Glancing at the stranger, you ignore the heat rising in your cheeks by clearing your throat. “No, it’s okay. Do you need something?”

“I just noticed something,” the man mutters. He moves quickly, his right hand cradling your face before his fingers move down to your chin. You’re so shocked — so startled by his audacity to touch you out of nowhere that you don’t move.  

“You,” he grins, the fingers holding your chin maneuvering your head side to side. “You have puppy eyes. How cute.”

Gulping, you can only stand there stiffly as he moves his hand away from you slowly, savoring how your skin feels. You’re frowning ; frowning as you bring your arms tight across your torso as a way to put a block between this man and you. “So? Why did you feel the need to tell me that?”

The man tilts his head, grin falling into something more sinister and poisonous. You back up steadily until your back hits the bookshelf behind you with a jolt. He doesn’t pursue you anymore ; doesn’t follow your timid steps as he just stares. “It’s cute, is all. Haven’t met anyone as cute as you before.”

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“[Name]? You’re just standing there…” the girl in yellow is trying to get your attention. The flashback you found yourself lost in ripples away from you abruptly as she stands in his place. Once she sees you looking her way, she grins prettily and clasps onto your arm softly. “Urumi is looking for you. And she wants something sweet? What should we bring her?”

You grab a pink box, the cartoon strawberries on it bringing you further to the present. “She likes these. Do you want anything?”

She shakes her head and leads you to your group. Urumi looks over your shaken expression carefully before grinning and taking her snack from your hand. Slyly, she sways your way and detaches the yellow-clad woman from you and takes her place. “All for me, [name]? How sweet of you! Have any problems while you were away?”

“No,” you smile tensely but relax in her hold. Urumi is comforting in her own way — familiar to you and the only solace you’d found in the Borderlands. “Everything is good.”

The group goes around to tell their card suit’s — you only look away when Urumi lies to the woman in yellow about her symbol. You survive this round and the next ; somehow you and Urumi make it to the last twelve. You find yourself standing in front of the snack shelf again and it makes you remember the man from before ; the man who followed you to the Borderlands. 

“You’re here again.” You jump at the sudden noise, turning to see that man. You knew his name now ; knew what exactly he did before he ended up here. You back away slowly and it reminds you of the first time you met. You’re afraid he won’t just let you leave this time, though. “Hungry? Thirsty?”

Not answering, you only ball your hands into fists and prepare yourself for anything. Banda tilts his head and smiles at you teasingly before chuckling. “I’m not going to hurt you, puppy. Would never.”

You blink at the affectionate-sounding name, “what?”

Banda leans in closer, his eyes staying on yours as your noses brush. “You still have those pretty puppy eyes. We’ll make it out together, hm?” He backs away from you, grin melting into his neutral face. “Your suit is a heart. See you in the next round.”

Urumi doesn’t make it. You and Chishiya — the man in the white hoodie — are the last two survivors of your group. He finds solace in the cafeteria, but you find yourself on a staircase. You’re mourning the loss of your friend-of-sorts ; Urumi wasn’t the best person, but she was your companion and you already miss her.

“I’ll keep you company,” a voice runs through your ears. Banda is standing on the stair just above yours so that he’s looming over you. “Keep you safe,” he smiles. “All mine to protect now.”

Before you think, your mouth is opening and words are spilling out. “Why didn’t you kill me?”

He tilts his head, “why would I?”

“That’s what you do — you murder people.” Your anger briefly flares and it makes Banda’s grin widens. “I’m just wondering why that still hasn’t happened to me.”

Banda leans over you, hands in his pockets as the round’s countdown begins. You can hear the footsteps of the other players heading to their chosen cells ; you grow tenser, preparing yourself for your own end. “We aren’t allowed any violence in this arena.”

“That doesn’t explain the other world.”

He hums, leaning back and leading the way to the cells. “I find you… interesting enough to keep around. You have no choice but to live — with or without me. Diamond.”

You did have a choice. You could say a different suit, or not gather in a cell. You could join Urumi — wherever she was now — and attempt to walk out of the Jack’s chosen arena. But, Banda knew you wouldn’t. He’d seen it before, your fighting spirit.

And when Banda walked out with a man in a suit, you followed him, ignoring the blood splattered on his shirt and the smirk on his face.

——

idk how much i like this but <3 here it is anyways

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[ilovekuinaa]

I HEAR SOMETHING PURRING🤭🤭🤭

THE COLLAR LOOKED SO GOOD OMG

[niki-phoria]

⋆｡°✩ chishiya, arisu, and kuina's little acts of love

warnings: ooc chishiya, blood in arisu's, kuina mentions her mom being sick

a/n: *knife to your throat* pls leave feedback on fics /j i have not gotten anything in like weeks at this point please i want to know people like my writing

additional note: i write fics in advance and i'm like a full week out lmao if anyone sees this, i mean it when i say requests are open i love writing requests

gn! reader (no pronouns used)

requests open !! read my rules first

⋆｡°✩ chishiya

watching over you during games (word count 259)

“wait,” chishiya grabs your arm, pulling you back away from the beach’s exit. he pulls his wristband off, tossing it towards the air. instead of falling to the ground like you expected, it singes at contact of the forcefield before bouncing off. 

kuina steps forwards, leaning in. you can faintly see the grid of the forcefield blocking you from leaving around her. “the beach is the location of a game?”

your question is answered when an announcement rings out. “game: witch hunt. difficulty: ten of hearts.” you nervously glance at chishiya. fear spreads through you, keeping you rooted exactly where you stand. chishiya reaches over to grab your hand, pulling you along with him and kuina as you make your way back into the hotel lobby. a woman lays on the floor - dead. a knife sticks out of her chest. behind her is a table with stacks of phones and a sign that reads “one per person.” “rules: momoka inoue has been murdered. a ‘witch’ stabbed her in the chest with a knife. the witch is hiding among the members of the beach. the murder is a witch in title - it may be a man or a woman.  game clear: players find the witch and burn their wretched soul in the fire of judgment. game over: the witch survives for 120 minutes.”

panic spreads through the beach. it ripples through the crowd, infecting everyone. you watch as people rush to the table, grabbing phones and signing in. “chishiya,” you whisper. 

“we’ll be okay,” he squeezes your hand. “i promise.”

subtle pda (word count 217)

chishiya’s hand brushes against yours as he reaches for a packet of cookies. he smiles, passing it to you. “i love these.” 

you raise an eyebrow at him, watching as he grabs another packet before sitting down at one of the various tables in the cafeteria. you sit down next to him. chishiya moves a little closer so your shoulders touch. “we’re in a death game and you’re eating cookies?” 

“they’re good cookies,” chishiya shrugs, returning to watching the other players. they huddle around in a large group, taking turns nervously glancing around the room and saying each other’s symbols. “besides, heart games are based on betrayal. i don’t need to worry about that with you here.” 

you hum, accepting the cookie chishiya hands out for you. it’s not overly sweet in your mouth. the artificial vanilla tastes good. “i like them.” 

“i thought you would.”

chishiya reaches over, linking your pinky with his. you lean your head onto his shoulder, watching as kotoko nervously looks around before she grabs a packet of cookies. 

“i wonder who she’s looking for.” you whisper. 

you move your hand to fully hold chishiya’s, intertwining your fingers together. he squeezes your hand - a gentle reminder that you will make it out of the games. “i’m sure we’ll find out soon enough.”

⋆｡°✩ arisu

letting you interrupt him while gaming pre-borderland au pretend he doesn't live with his dad lmao (word count 191)

“chota, cover me!” 

you can hear the familiar sound of gunshots and clicking from arisu’s console as you approach his room. you quietly open the door, stepping in and closing it behind you. you walk over to the bed at the side of the room, setting your bag down. 

arisu’s focus stays completely on the game. you watch him for a few seconds, waiting for the round to end. his shaggy hair nearly falls into his eyes. chunky gaming headphones cover his ears, blocking out any outside noise. his hands are fast as he switches between pressing the various buttons and toggling the switch. 

“shit,” arisu sighs, throwing his head back in defeat. he sets the controller down on the table. you take the opportunity to crawl into his lap, resting your head against his shoulder. arisu blushes, wrapping his arms around your waist. “babe?” 

”hm?” 

“is everything okay?” 

you nod, snuggling even closer into him. “just wanna be with you.” 

you can nearly feel the heat radiating from his face and ears. “okay,” arisu reaches around your body to grab the controller again. “i love you.” 

“i love you too.”

taking care of you (word count 255)

you press your hand against the cut on your shoulder, sitting on the cold metal table in the beach’s basement. arisu furrows his eyebrows, grabbing your hand away from your arm and towards him. hues of blue and purple decorate your wrist. “did you get hurt?” 

“oh, i hit my hand during a game.” you wince when arisu gently rubs the bruised area. “i didn’t notice during the game. it was really dark out.” 

“does it hurt?” 

“not much. it stings when you touch it.” 

“stay here,” he murmurs. you watch as he starts rummaging through a few cabinets. he pulls out gauze, a bandage, and an ice pack, setting them on the table beside you. he presses the ice against your wrist. “hold this.” you comply, silently watching as he pulls your jacket down your shoulder and presses the gauze against the cut. “sorry,” he whispers when you hiss at the pressure. “i’m sorry.” 

“it’s fine,” you shift, trying to relax your muscles. “just wasn’t expecting it to burn.” 

you fall into a comfortable silence as arisu continues working, cleaning the wound on your shoulder. “i don’t think it needs stitches,” he murmurs. 

“that’s good.” his hands are gentle when he presses the bandage against, watching so the blood doesn’t seep through it. 

“thanks for taking care of me.”

“you don’t need to thank me,” he says, pulling your jacket back up over your shoulder. “i love you. i just want you to be okay.” 

“as long as you’re with me i always am.” 

⋆｡°✩ kuina

constantly touching you (word count 158)

the water is cold as you sit next to kuina, dunking your feet into the pool. “hi baby,” she smiles, reaching over to grab your hand. the beach is nearly empty, most of it’s members busy playing games. only a few people remain, standing around and talking amongst themselves. 

it’s a warm summer’s night. the stars are barely visible in the sky above you. kuina leans against your shoulder, almost curling into your side. you wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her even closer. “it’s nice out,” you whisper. 

“it’s so peaceful,” kuina hums. “i wish it was like this more often.” 

you rub your hand against her back. “when we get back, i’ll take you stargazing.” 

she shifts to look up at you. “yeah?” 

“yeah. we’ll be sappy and make smores and fall asleep together under the stars.” 

kuina leans up to press a kiss against your cheek, fully leaning against your chest. “i can’t wait.” 

confiding in you (word count 284)

the sun is hot as it beams down on you. you trudge through the empty tokyo streets next to kuina. “we’re not really looking for chishiya, are we?” you ask. 

“we are…” she trails off, staring down at her feet. you sigh, stopping. 

“come on, there’s a grocery store over there. let’s find some water. take a break.” kuina nods, following you into the store. to your surprise, the automatic doors slide open as soon as you approach. you make your way to the back of the store, opening the doors and pulling out two bottles of water. they feel warm in your hand as you hand one to kuina, sitting down on the floor. she pulls a crate over to sit across from you, setting her bag on the floor beside you. 

you sit in silence for a few minutes. despite the lack of air conditioning, the reprieve from the unforgiving sun feels good. you set your now half-empty bottle of water aside, leaning back against the wall. you keep your voice low when you break the silence. “what are we really out here for?” 

kuina sighs, setting her own bottle down. “there’s a hospital around shibuya i’m looking for.” 

“do you need something?” 

“no, it’s nothing like that.” she pauses before continuing. “my mom got sick about a year ago. she’s being treated around here. i wanted to see if i could find her old room.” 

“is it close by?” 

“it should only be a few more blocks.” 

you finish off the rest of your water before standing up. kuina looks up at you confused when you hold a hand out for her. “let’s go find her room.” 

“really?” 

you nod. “really.” 

[onlinekitsune]

very normal five year plan

[amortentiaz]

honestly…this grand finale of season 2 made me sob like a child lmao

kuina was searching for chishiya the whole season and they didn’t even saw each other at the end

[kaizensluvr]

heyy hope ur well! can i request aib characters x gender neutral reader who experiences nightmares from the games

aib men comforting gn reader who experiences nightmares

author note! hi thanks for requesting ❤️ this will be in two parts. but anyways, enjoy.

ryohei arisu ㅤ

- he is scared when he sees you frantically kicking and screaming beside him

- immediately he leans over and grabs both of your arms to start shaking you

- you’re startled and so confused, so you keep kicking and end up sobbing

-wraps you in his arms and reassures you telling you that you’re safe with him

- he’s actually flustered when you stop crying as soon as he says that.. does he make you feel protected?

- holds you tightly on his chest and will ask you about your dream tomorrow, for now he needs you getting rest

shuntaro chishiya

- boys confused at first but once he realizes what’s up he is full on bf mode

- he makes you hold his hand and does breathing exercises until you calm down

- once he is sure you’re ready to be alone for a second he goes to the bathroom and gets a cold towel for your head ㅤ

- will keep asking you how you feel and he wants to hear you talk about your dream

- since he knows you so well, he knows you’ll get tired from talking and just want to sleep again

- will hold your hand until you’re asleep, and whisper words he can only dream to be able to say.. one day he will finally open up ㅤ

suguru niragi ㅤ

- he wakes up to your screaming and crying in fight or flight mode and we’ll of course chooses fight.. “y/n what the hell who’s here!?!”ㅤ

- scans the room, picks up his gun, then sees ur body wailing over nothing

- he quickly wraps himself around you and starts shaking you but then he remembers what happened last time where you punched him

- the man is freaking out so he just gently grabs your hands and starts hitting them (again, gently)

- as soon as you wake up and realize it’s niragi, you pull him in for a hug ㅤ ㅤㅤ

- pulls you onto his lap and tells you “there’s nothing to be afraid of, my baby” as he kisses your neck up to your face until you just end up falling asleep in his lap

aguni morizono ㅤ

- he’s gonna think you’re being attacked, i mean you kinda are ig ㅤ

- you’ll hear him say “honey! why are you scared?!” and he will instinctively hold you to his chest ㅤ ㅤㅤ

- then he’s like oh a nightmare and he will rub your back while whispering to you affirmations

- as you are frantically telling him snippets of your dream he can’t even pay attention cuz he hates seeing his baby cry

- will just end up shushing you and cuddling you, will try to stay up even as you fall asleep just in case it happens again, which it doesn’t since he’s holding you so safely <3

tatakora samura / the last boss

- he is prepared bc of the last time and as soon as he hears you scream he just looks at you and calmly says your name while holding onto you firmly

- hates seeing you like this and ends up telling you stories about his life as he plays with your hair ㅤ ㅤㅤ

- will get you anything you need, a glass of water, a snack, even just a kiss

- hearing his voice puts you in a trance and you fall asleep to the sensation on your head as he whispers good night and kisses your cheek

- he’ll end up being the big spoon as you’re protected in his arms

chota segawa

- first he’s super worried and terrified and confused

- will turn his head scanning the room and once he sees nothings there he just goes and grabs you and starts shaking you

- “y/n!! wake up! it’s just a dream!” and once you wake up he’s gonna stroke your hair

- he’s taking it very seriously rn, but i’m sure later on he will tease you about it (wants to see u laugh)

- he’s not sure how to calm u don’t exactly cuz it still feels so real so he will cuddle you and just have u sleep like on his arm kinda

daikichi karube

- he knows what you’re experiencing so he doesn’t freak out when he wakes up to you kicking him and panicking

- he will grab your hand while sternly saying your name and once your conscious he’s gonna just be like “it’s not real y/n. you’re okay i got you now darling” and you find his voice soothing

- pulls you onto his chest so you can calm down by hearing his heartbeat as he whispers sweet words into your ears

- he’s gonna rub your back till you’re sleeping and hold your head

- just wants you to smile and get good sleep

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[imagine--if]

• Alice In Borderland Masterlist •

I've made a few fanfictions and want to make some more from this fandom, so figured I should go make a masterlist 🙃 I'll keep updating this as I make hcs/imagines, and all my masterlists are on my pinned post. Enjoy reading!!

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🐱 Chishiya Shuntaro 🐱

Headcanons:

Dating Him Includes...

Him Being Jealous Includes...

Him (and Banda) Crushing On You Includes...

Imagines:

Smartass (Angst ➡ Fluff)

🔪 Banda Sunato 🔪

Headcanons:

Dating Him Includes...

Him Being Protective Includes...

Him (and Chishiya) Crushing On You Includes...

☀️ Arisu Ryohei ☀️

Headcanons:

Dating Him Includes...

🔫 Niragi Suguru 🔫

Headcanons:

Dating Him Includes...

[syntheticfoxfire]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ niragi + companionship [tw: dying, physical injuries]

You’ve been close to death before. Who here hasn't? This world isn’t particularly forgiving, so it’s only to be expected.

Still, you’ve never been this close and getting closer.

Putting more pressure on the bleeding hole in your stomach, you brave on. This isn’t how you meant to die. No matter how ruthless the games and this whole experience made you, how it all changed you, you still longed for happiness. And dying cold and alone wasn’t part of it. One would think that among the bodies that littered the streets there would be someone barely alive to keep you company at least, but that’s just your luck.

Then you hear a wet, disgusting couching. Great, that sounds promising. You’re not sure for how much longer you’ll be able to move, so you try to hurry.

What’s good is that the person in question isn’t too far and his wounds seem pretty bad. He’s been shot like you, and clearly you’re both at the end of your life spans unless a miracle happens. The bad news is who this guy is.

Then again, it’s the end of this world, seeing as only one last game remains. It’s most likely going to be your end too, so why not let go of all the hard feelings. You barely have any strength left anyway and you’d like to use it to breathe for a while longer.

You lower yourself to the ground, leaning for support on the car Niragi’s resting against. You sit right next to him, ignoring his scoff and venomous ‘fuck off’. Fuck him, though, so you move even closer, letting yourself fall over him and resting your upper body on his lap and stomach. His blood soaks your hair. You don’t care, it’s a mess anyway. Being like this feels pretty good though. Who would’ve thought.

“The fuck you’re doing,” he growls, his chest rumbling with blood slowly filling his lungs. You suppose he’d like to remove you from himself, but neither of you have enough strength to really move.

"Dying, the same as you," you shrug, or try to, "Don't wanna do it alone."

It's too late to hide now, to pretend. You're scared. You don't wanna die, period, but the prospect of dying alone is even more terrifying. While you were never more than a casual acquaintance or reluctant ally with Niragi, he’s a piece of familiarity. He’s not a good person, but he’s been decent enough to you. And you figure that here, on the brink of death, it doesn’t matter if he sees you open and vulnerable.

“Should’ve killed you when I had the chance,” he sighs, as exaggerated as his busted lungs allow. His wheezy breathing sounds terrible. You almost feel sorry for him. 

“Should’ve fucked me too, now we’ll die without ever having fun,” you chuckle. Ah, the memories. Maybe you were more than acquaintances. Where’s that line anyway? He huffs.

“Where’s the fun if you can’t fight back,” as he speaks, he lazily trails one of his hands up your thigh. You can tell it’s a lot of effort.

“I wouldn’t have fought back before either,” you hum, “You’re an asshole, but you’re hot. Back then and now.” His hand pauses on your leg, resting on your thigh before getting anywhere inappropriate. 

“You know, I always wondered how you were in our world,” you continue. Blood loss is probably making you too chatty for your own good. It feels comfortable though. He’s warm even as he’s bleeding out on you, you on him, your blood mixing with his in a puddle under your bodies. “I’d like to meet you there. I’m curious if we’d be friends.”

“You hate me,” he deadpans.

“You think I’d come to die together with you if I hated you?” you roll your eyes weakly, too afraid they’d really get stuck up there with how weak you were feeling, “The point is me hating you, not myself. I mean it’s not like I like you, but I guess there might be potential if we met under different circumstances.”

You close your eyes. You really shouldn’t have talked that much, but at least it’s taken your mind off things. He’s really warm. Soft, and his hand feels nice on your thigh. You let your head swing closer to his body, gently rubbing on his chest. His blood smears on your cheek and he hisses as you brush against his wound.

You feel him move, his hand lands on your shoulder and you think he might push you away. Yet instead of retaliating he just wraps his other arm around you. His hold is loose, and you guess there’s not much time for either of you. What a shame. You’d love to tease him.

Faintly you hear explosions somewhere both far away and all around you. A voice informs you about something, but you only make out the key words over the sound of Niragi’s barely-there heartbeat.

You make your choice, and you wonder where you’re going to wake up.

[part 2??]

[prodbyblush]

Hiii, how's your day, blush?

Remember to take rests and drink lots of water!

If you're not busy, and only if you want to, could you maybe do hcs for chishiya dating a hearts player?

I love your writing, you are basically a pond of serotonin💕

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→ gn!reader

● in the beginning of the relationship, chishiya is on his guard around you ● because who gets excited over manipulating games? ● obviously he's never seen your true nature since he hasn't played a hearts game with you before ● but eventually he'll lower the walls he built and let you inside his heart ● his mind is scolding him for the fact that he let you in his life, for in this world of life and death, what are the odds of you never returning to the Beach? to him? ● and ironically enough, his heart is comforting him because finally someone understands him, someone who he can finally be himself ● chishiya has waited for someone like you in his life for so long, and now the wait is over ● only trusts kuina, arisu and usagi around you ● obviously chishiya doesn't like it when you're in the meeting room with them, he'd rather you be away from that room ● when the ten of hearts game arrives, he likes to have a thorough and detailed talk with you, discussing and analyzing who the real witch is ● doesn't like it when you join the rest in the lobby, he wants you by his side and his side only ● when the Beach burns down and the face cards are left to be played, he hopes that you'd be alright ● because just like i said earlier, what are the odds of you never returning to him? ● make sure to stay alive because chishiya wants to take you on a proper date in the real world

[cr4yolaas]

hi :) which chishiya fic do u guys want to see next ?

1. “greed” . a moment of rest for you two: no games nor violence, just peace. [chishiya x reader, in which they rest beside each other in an abandoned garden. based off of greed by jiwoo.]

2. untitled . chishiya, who shows nothing but detest towards you. and you, who shows nothing but care and respect for him. it’s almost embarrassing when he realizes how motherly you are to him, and as much as he “dislikes” your presence, a part of him (his inner child) yearns for your care. [chishiya x med classmate!reader, in which you simply cannot stop caring for chishiya — not for the sake of love, but just because you want to.]

3. “work hard!” . he was content with the neutral comfort and safe distance your relationship had (with the rare affectionate moments), but seeing you now in a position where he is responsible for your survival makes him wish he had done a little better. [chishiya x ill!reader, in which his lover develops an illness, and although cure-able, it sends him head first into an unfamiliar spiral of anxiety. why? because he’s responsible for the surgery.]