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đ—”đ—Čđ—čđ—čđ—Œ! đ—¶đ—ș 𝗼 đ—»đ—Č𝘄 đ˜„đ—żđ—¶đ˜đ—Č𝗿 đ—źđ—»đ—± đ—¶đ—ș đ—”đ—źđ—œđ—œđ˜† đ˜đ—Œ 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘁 đ˜€đ—”đ—źđ—żđ—¶đ—»đ—Ž đ—ș𝘆 đ˜„đ—Œđ—żđ—ž!
𝗠𝘆 đ˜„đ—Œđ—żđ—ž đ—°đ—Œđ—»đ˜€đ—¶đ˜€đ˜đ˜€ đ—Œđ—ł (𝘀đ—ș𝘂𝘁, 𝗳đ—č𝘂𝗳𝗳, đ—»đ˜€đ—łđ˜„, đ—Žđ—Œđ—żđ—Č, đ—șđ—Čđ—»đ˜đ—¶đ—Œđ—» đ—Œđ—ł 𝗯đ—čđ—Œđ—Œđ—±/đ—Żđ—¶đ˜đ—¶đ—»đ—Ž/đ˜€đ˜đ—źđ—Żđ—Żđ—¶đ—»đ—Ž/đ˜€đ—”đ—Œđ—Œđ˜đ—¶đ—»đ—Ž, đ˜‚đ—»đ—œđ—żđ—Œđ˜đ—Č𝗰𝘁đ—Čđ—± 𝘀đ—Č𝘅, 𝗼𝗮đ—Č đ—±đ—¶đ—łđ—łđ—Č𝗿đ—Čđ—»đ—°đ—Č, 𝘃𝘂đ—č𝗮𝗼𝗿 đ—čđ—źđ—»đ—Žđ˜‚đ—źđ—Žđ—Č, 𝗰𝗿đ—Č𝗼đ—șđ—œđ—¶đ—Č, đ—·đ—Č𝗼đ—čđ—Œđ˜‚đ˜€đ˜†, đ—łđ—Œđ—żđ—°đ—Č𝗳𝘂đ—č 𝗼𝗰𝘁𝘀, đ—°đ—Œđ—șđ—łđ—Œđ—żđ˜, đ—Œđ—żđ—źđ—č, đ—żđ—Œđ—čđ—Čđ—œđ—č𝗼𝘆, đ˜ƒđ—Œđ˜†đ—Čđ˜‚đ—żđ—¶đ˜€đ—ș, đ—żđ—Œđ˜‚đ—Žđ—” 𝘀đ—Č𝘅, đ—žđ—¶đ—»đ—žđ˜€: 𝗯𝗿đ—Čđ—Čđ—±đ—¶đ—»đ—Ž, đ—Żđ—Œđ—»đ—±đ—źđ—Žđ—Č, đ˜ƒđ—¶đ—żđ—Žđ—¶đ—»đ—¶đ˜đ˜† đ—čđ—Œđ˜€đ˜€, 𝘀𝘁đ—Čđ—œ-đ—Żđ—żđ—Œ, 𝘀𝘁đ—Čđ—œ-đ—±đ—źđ—±, đ—žđ—»đ—¶đ—łđ—Č đ—œđ—č𝗼𝘆.)
𝗜 𝗗𝗱 𝗡𝗱𝗧 đ˜„đ—żđ—¶đ˜đ—Č đ˜€đ˜‚đ—°đ—” đ˜đ—”đ—¶đ—»đ—Žđ˜€ 𝗼𝘀: (đ—żđ—źđ—œđ—Č, đ—¶đ—»đ—°đ—Č𝘀𝘁, đ—°đ—”đ—¶đ—čđ—± đ—œđ—Œđ—żđ—»/𝘀đ—Č𝘅/đ—żđ—źđ—œđ—Č, 𝗡𝗱𝗡-𝗖𝗱𝗡, đ—žđ—¶đ—»đ—žđ˜€ đ˜€đ˜‚đ—°đ—” 𝗼𝘀: (đ—°đ—Œđ—œđ—żđ—Œđ—œđ—”đ—¶đ—čđ—¶đ—ź, đ—łđ—Œđ—Œđ˜ 𝗳đ—Čđ˜đ—¶đ˜€đ—”, 𝗯đ—Čđ—źđ˜€đ˜đ—¶đ—źđ—čđ—¶đ˜đ˜†)
đ—Čđ—»đ—·đ—Œđ˜† đ—ș𝘆 𝗳𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗿đ—Č đ˜„đ—Œđ—żđ—ž!
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đ˜Ÿđ™ƒđ˜Œđ™đ˜Œđ˜Ÿđ™đ™€đ™đ™Ž 𝙄 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝙁𝙊𝙍:
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𝗖𝗱𝗗(𝗰𝗼đ—čđ—č đ—Œđ—ł đ—±đ˜‚đ˜đ˜†):
đ˜€đ—¶đ—șđ—Œđ—» "𝗚𝗛𝗱𝗩𝗧" đ—żđ—¶đ—čđ—Č𝘆
đ—žđ—¶đ—ș "đ—›đ—ąđ—„đ—”đ—Ąđ—šđ—œ" đ—”đ—Œđ—»đ—Ž-đ—·đ—¶đ—»
đ—žđ—Œđ—»đ—¶đ—Ž
đ—°đ—źđ—œđ˜đ—źđ—¶đ—» đ—·đ—Œđ—”đ—» â€œđ—Łđ—„đ—œđ—–đ—˜"
đ—·đ—Œđ—”đ—» "𝗩𝗱𝗔𝗣" đ—șđ—źđ—°đ˜đ—źđ˜ƒđ—¶đ˜€đ—”
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đ—„đ—˜(𝗿đ—Čđ˜€đ—¶đ—±đ—Čđ—»đ˜ đ—Čđ˜ƒđ—¶đ—č):
𝗰𝗼𝗿đ—čđ—Œđ˜€ đ—Œđ—čđ—¶đ˜ƒđ—Čđ—¶đ—żđ—ź
đ—čđ—Čđ—Œđ—» đ˜€đ—°đ—Œđ˜đ˜ 𝗾đ—Čđ—»đ—»đ—Čđ—±đ˜†
𝗼đ—č𝗯đ—Č𝗿𝘁 𝘄đ—Č𝘀𝗾đ—Č𝗿
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𝗧đ—Ș(𝘁đ—Čđ—Čđ—» đ˜„đ—Œđ—č𝗳):
đ—șđ—¶đ—Č𝗰𝘇𝘆𝘀đ—č𝗼𝘄 "𝗩𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗩" đ˜€đ˜đ—¶đ—čđ—¶đ—»đ˜€đ—žđ—¶
đ˜€đ—°đ—Œđ˜đ˜ đ—ș𝗰𝗰𝗼đ—čđ—č
đ—±đ—Č𝗿đ—Č𝗾 đ—”đ—źđ—čđ—Č
đ—»đ—Œđ—Žđ—¶đ˜đ˜€đ˜‚đ—»đ—Č "đ—©đ—ąđ—œđ—— 𝗩𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗩"
đ—·đ—źđ—°đ—žđ˜€đ—Œđ—» đ˜„đ—”đ—¶đ˜đ˜đ—Čđ—șđ—Œđ—żđ—Č
𝗼đ—čđ—čđ—¶đ˜€đ—Œđ—» 𝗼𝗿𝗮đ—Čđ—»đ˜
đ—°đ—”đ—żđ—¶đ˜€ 𝗼𝗿𝗮đ—Čđ—»đ˜
đ˜đ—”đ—Čđ—Œ 𝗿𝗼đ—Č𝗾đ—Čđ—»
đ—»đ—Œđ—źđ—” đ˜€đ˜đ—¶đ—čđ—¶đ—»đ˜€đ—žđ—¶
đ—¶đ˜€đ˜€đ—źđ—° đ—čđ—źđ—”đ—Č𝘆
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đ—ąđ—•đ—«(đ—Œđ˜‚đ˜đ—Č𝗿 đ—Żđ—źđ—»đ—žđ˜€):
đ—·đ—Œđ—”đ—» đ—Żđ—Œđ—Œđ—žđ—Č𝗿 đ—żđ—Œđ˜‚đ˜đ—čđ—Čđ—±đ—Žđ—Č
𝗿𝗼𝗳đ—Č 𝗰𝗼đ—șđ—Čđ—żđ—Œđ—»
đ—·đ—· đ—șđ—źđ˜†đ—Żđ—źđ—»đ—ž
đ—œđ—Œđ—œđ—Č đ—”đ—Čđ˜†đ˜„đ—źđ—żđ—±
đ˜€đ—źđ—żđ—źđ—” 𝗰𝗼đ—șđ—Čđ—żđ—Œđ—»
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𝗩𝗞𝗭(𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘆 đ—žđ—¶đ—±đ˜€)
đ—”đ˜„đ—źđ—»đ—Ž đ—”đ˜†đ˜‚đ—»đ—·đ—¶đ—»
đ—čđ—Čđ—Č 𝗳đ—Čđ—čđ—¶đ˜…
đ—°đ—”đ—żđ—¶đ˜€đ˜đ—Œđ—œđ—”đ—Č𝗿 đ—Żđ—źđ—»đ—Ž
đ—čđ—Čđ—Č đ—șđ—¶đ—»-đ—”đ—Œ
𝘀đ—Čđ—Œ đ—°đ—”đ—źđ—»đ—Žđ—Żđ—¶đ—»
đ—žđ—¶đ—ș 𝘀đ—Čđ˜‚đ—»đ—Žđ—șđ—¶đ—»
đ—”đ—źđ—» đ—·đ—¶đ˜€đ˜‚đ—»đ—Ž
đ˜†đ—źđ—»đ—Ž đ—·đ—Čđ—Œđ—»đ—Žđ—¶đ—»
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𝗧đ—Ș𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧(đ˜đ—”đ—Č 𝘀𝗼𝗮𝗼):
đ—Čđ—±đ˜„đ—źđ—żđ—± 𝗰𝘂đ—čđ—čđ—Čđ—»
đ—·đ—źđ˜€đ—œđ—Č𝗿 𝗰𝘂đ—čđ—čđ—Čđ—»
𝗰𝗼𝗿đ—čđ—¶đ˜€đ—čđ—Č 𝗰𝘂đ—čđ—čđ—Čđ—»
đ—·đ—źđ—°đ—Œđ—Ż 𝗯đ—č𝗼𝗰𝗾
đ—°đ—”đ—źđ—żđ—čđ—¶đ—Č đ˜€đ˜„đ—źđ—»
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đ—˜đ—«đ—§đ—„đ—” đ—–đ—›đ—”đ—„đ—”đ—–đ—§đ—˜đ—„đ—Š:
đ—șđ—¶đ˜đ—°đ—” đ—żđ—źđ—œđ—œ- 𝗼đ—șđ—Čđ—żđ—¶đ—°đ—źđ—» đ—źđ˜€đ˜€đ—źđ˜€đ˜€đ—¶đ—»
đ—·đ—Čđ—Œđ—»đ—Ž 𝗮𝘂 đ˜„đ—Œđ—»- đ—ș𝘆 đ—±đ—Čđ—șđ—Œđ—»
đ—·đ—Čđ—Œđ—» đ—œđ—¶đ—čđ—±đ—Œ- đ—ș𝘆 đ—»đ—źđ—șđ—Č
đ—°đ—”đ—ź đ—”đ˜†đ˜‚đ—»đ˜€đ—Œđ—Œ- 𝘀𝘄đ—Čđ—Č𝘁 đ—”đ—Œđ—șđ—Č
đ—œđ—Œđ—Œđ—»đ—Ž đ˜„đ—Œđ—Œđ—»đ—”đ—Œ- 20đ˜đ—” 𝗰đ—Čđ—»đ˜đ˜‚đ—żđ˜† đ—Žđ—¶đ—żđ—č
đ—žđ—źđ—»đ—Ž 𝘁𝗼đ—Č đ—șđ—Œđ—Œ- đ—Żđ˜‚đ˜€đ—¶đ—»đ—Č𝘀𝘀 đ—œđ—żđ—Œđ—œđ—Œđ˜€đ—źđ—č
đ—°đ—”đ—ź đ˜€đ˜‚đ—»đ—Žđ—”đ—Œđ—Œđ—»- đ—Żđ˜‚đ˜€đ—¶đ—»đ—Č𝘀𝘀 đ—œđ—żđ—Œđ—œđ—Œđ˜€đ—źđ—č
đ—č𝘂𝗾đ—Č đ—±đ—źđ—»đ—Č𝘀- đ—Žđ—¶đ—čđ—șđ—Œđ—żđ—Č đ—Žđ—¶đ—żđ—č𝘀
đ—±đ—Čđ—źđ—» đ—łđ—Œđ—żđ—Č𝘀𝘁đ—Č𝗿- đ—Žđ—¶đ—čđ—șđ—Œđ—żđ—Č đ—Žđ—¶đ—żđ—č𝘀
đ—°đ—”đ—żđ—¶đ˜€đ˜đ—Œđ—œđ—”đ—Č𝗿 đ—”đ—źđ˜†đ—±đ—Čđ—»- đ—Žđ—¶đ—čđ—șđ—Œđ—żđ—Č đ—Žđ—¶đ—żđ—č𝘀
đ—±đ—źđ˜ƒđ—Č 𝗿𝘆𝗮𝗼đ—čđ˜€đ—žđ—¶-đ—Žđ—¶đ—čđ—șđ—Œđ—żđ—Č đ—Žđ—¶đ—żđ—č𝘀
𝘀đ—Čđ˜đ—” đ—°đ—Œđ—”đ—Čđ—»- đ˜đ—”đ—Č đ—Œđ—°
đ—żđ˜†đ—źđ—» đ—źđ˜đ˜„đ—Œđ—Œđ—±- đ˜đ—”đ—Č đ—Œđ—°
đ—·đ—Čđ—Œđ—» đ—·đ—źđ—Č đ—·đ—Œđ—Œđ—»- đ˜đ—”đ—Č 𝗮đ—čđ—Œđ—żđ˜†
đ—·đ—Œđ—Œ 𝘆đ—Čđ—Œ đ—·đ—Čđ—Œđ—»đ—Ž- đ˜đ—”đ—Č 𝗮đ—čđ—Œđ—żđ˜†
đ—”đ—ź đ—±đ—Œ 𝘆đ—Čđ—Œđ—»đ—Ž- đ˜đ—”đ—Č 𝗮đ—čđ—Œđ—żđ˜†
đ—Čđ—±đ—±đ—¶đ—Č đ—șđ˜‚đ—»đ˜€đ—Œđ—»- đ˜€đ˜đ—żđ—źđ—»đ—Žđ—Č𝗿 đ˜đ—”đ—¶đ—»đ—Žđ˜€
𝘀𝘁đ—Č𝘃đ—Č đ—”đ—źđ—żđ—żđ—¶đ—»đ—Žđ˜đ—Œđ—»- đ˜€đ˜đ—żđ—źđ—»đ—Žđ—Č𝗿 đ˜đ—”đ—¶đ—»đ—Žđ˜€
đ—”đ—źđ—żđ˜ƒđ—Č𝘆 đ—žđ—¶đ—»đ—žđ—čđ—Č-đ˜€đ—źđ—Żđ—żđ—¶đ—»đ—ź đ˜đ—”đ—Č 𝘁đ—Čđ—Čđ—»đ—źđ—Žđ—Č đ˜„đ—¶đ˜đ—°đ—”
đ—”đ—źđ—żđ˜ƒđ—Č𝘆 đ—žđ—¶đ—»đ—žđ—čđ—Č- đ—°đ—”đ—¶đ—čđ—čđ—¶đ—»đ—Ž đ—źđ—±đ˜ƒđ—Čđ—»đ˜đ˜‚đ—żđ—Č𝘀 đ—Œđ—ł đ˜€đ—źđ—Żđ—żđ—¶đ—»đ—ź
đ—»đ—¶đ—°đ—”đ—Œđ—č𝗼𝘀 đ˜€đ—°đ—żđ—źđ˜đ—°đ—”- đ—°đ—”đ—¶đ—čđ—čđ—¶đ—»đ—Ž đ—źđ—±đ˜ƒđ—Čđ—»đ˜đ˜‚đ—żđ—Č𝘀 đ—Œđ—ł đ˜€đ—źđ—Żđ—żđ—¶đ—»đ—ź
đ—čđ˜‚đ—°đ—¶đ—łđ—Č𝗿 đ—șđ—Œđ—żđ—»đ—¶đ—»đ—Žđ˜€đ˜đ—źđ—ż- đ—°đ—”đ—¶đ—čđ—čđ—¶đ—»đ—Ž đ—źđ—±đ˜ƒđ—Čđ—»đ˜đ˜‚đ—żđ—Č𝘀 đ—Œđ—ł đ˜€đ—źđ—Żđ—żđ—¶đ—»đ—ź
đ—żđ—¶đ—Œ- đ—Žđ—Œđ—Œđ—± đ—Žđ—¶đ—żđ—č𝘀
đ—žđ—¶đ˜ đ—°đ—Œđ—»đ—»đ—Œđ—ż- đ—źđ—°đ˜đ—Œđ—ż (đ—»đ—¶đ—°đ—ž đ—»đ—Čđ—čđ˜€đ—Œđ—»-đ—”đ—Čđ—źđ—żđ˜đ˜€đ˜đ—Œđ—œđ—œđ—Č𝗿)
đ—șđ—¶đ—»đ—”đ—Œ- đ˜…đ—Œ,đ—žđ—¶đ˜đ˜đ˜†
𝗮đ—čđ—Čđ—»đ—» đ—żđ—”đ—Čđ—Č- đ˜đ—”đ—Č 𝘄𝗼đ—čđ—žđ—¶đ—»đ—Ž đ—±đ—Čđ—źđ—±
đ˜€đ—”đ˜‚đ—»đ˜đ—źđ—żđ—Œ đ—°đ—”đ—¶đ˜€đ—”đ—¶đ˜†đ—ź- 𝗼đ—čđ—¶đ—°đ—Č đ—¶đ—» đ—Żđ—Œđ—żđ—±đ—Č𝗿đ—čđ—źđ—»đ—±
đ—żđ˜†đ—Œđ—”đ—Čđ—¶ đ—źđ—żđ—¶đ˜€đ˜‚- 𝗼đ—čđ—¶đ—°đ—Č đ—¶đ—» đ—Żđ—Œđ—żđ—±đ—Č𝗿đ—čđ—źđ—»đ—±
𝘀𝘂𝗮𝘂𝗿𝘂 đ—»đ—¶đ—żđ—źđ—Žđ—¶- 𝗼đ—čđ—¶đ—°đ—Č đ—¶đ—» đ—Żđ—Œđ—żđ—±đ—Č𝗿đ—čđ—źđ—»đ—±
đ—Žđ—¶đ—»đ—·đ—¶ 𝗾𝘆𝘂đ—ș𝗼- 𝗼đ—čđ—¶đ—°đ—Č đ—¶đ—» đ—Żđ—Œđ—żđ—±đ—Č𝗿đ—čđ—źđ—»đ—±
đ—șđ—źđ—·đ—Œđ—ż đ—čđ—¶đ—čđ˜†đ˜„đ—”đ—¶đ˜đ—Č- đ—¶đ˜‡đ—Œđ—șđ—Żđ—¶đ—Č
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fireofjudgement · 2 years
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Ever since I've finished both Alice in borderland and Sweet Home not a day has gone by without me thinking about a crossover between the two shows. Not in a "How would the characters act in the other universe" kinda way, but an actual crossover (tho I haven't decided in which universe it would be set yet, or if it would be a horrible amalgamation of both) where the characters would meet and have to work together. I really think an AU/ series like that would be fascinating, especially the character development/ relationships
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thefutureshop · 1 year
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(via Alice in Borderland | Buildings and Playing Cards Mask by The-Future-Shop)
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AIB Boys with a sensitive S/O HCS
SFW - MDI - +18 - Banda is a red flag as alwyas - But overall they being sweet with you -
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♀ Chishiya
He...he does not know what to do.
Chishiya cant deal with his own feelings, so everytime he finds you crying or about to cry his brain stops.
He does not understand how you can be so sensitive to anything. A comedy movie? You cry. You read that a tree will soon be removed? You cry. Oh and dont let him start talking when you see a video of a cat or a dog. Even if they are fine you cry.
And he knows sometimes they are just tears because you get affected by things easily and not because you are truly sad. He gives himself a pat in the back by being able to difference these.
He will probably tell you upfront he does not understand why you are crying and even once you explain to him he will have a poker face. Will offer an akward hug.
♀ Arisu
Arisu its emotional but not like you. You suprass him by a lot.
The thing is, he is good at comforting you. He always has a positive comment to say about a situation, video, movie, whatever you are crying over.
Its like he turns up the lights for you and soon you are laughtning by his comments.
♀ Banda Sunato
He is an ass and will probably taunt you for being like this. His nickname for you its "Glass" literally. He calls you that when he sees you crying.
Sometimes he will take you in his arms and move you like a baby then call you "cry baby" or "dumb baby" because why are you crying over some abandoned dogs that got homes?
Please leave him
♀ Tatta
If you cry so does he.
Thats it. Tatta hates seeing you cry and hates himself for not being able to help you figure out why you are crying or how to stop it.
Also, If you send him a video of a baby cat when he is at work he has to go to the bathroom to cry about it while he texts you if you two can adopt it (you cant, the cat its from the other side of the world.
♀ Karube
Who hurt you? And then you show him the New drama you are watching and Karube is rolling his eyes at you.
He knows you cry easily over nothing, he is not suprised by now. He is more worried that anything and since he does not know how to help he will look for professional help in case you need it.
And if you dont then he is up to cuddle you while you see your shows.
♀ Aguni
This Man is between breaking someones neck and cuddle you, at least the first time it happens then he learns its a common thing.
Puts himself on quick call on your phone so you can call him whenever you are crying over something. He does not care what it is he wants you to feel safe and supported.
♀ Kuzuryu
Gets professional help because he sucks at emotions and at comforting others. You may make his heart ache by being like that but he still cant bring himself to help you since he does not know how to act.
♀ Niragi
Who does he needs to kill? (Joking....or not).
He is amuzed by you but also feels bad because you are too pure for this world and for him. So he tells you to let him know when you need him by your side if you are having a really hard day because of your emotions.
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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
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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.
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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.
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..]
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?
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suguriin · 7 months
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Deck of Wonders: Akrasia
I know it’s been an agonizing month since I’ve announced the Niragi fic rec so here it is! <3
Warning!- There will be a section that contains smut fics so if you are uncomfy pls do not go over that area! (Especially those who are not mature enough to read)
These are the emojis that represent the genre: ( adding a new genre because it’s niragi >:| )
Dark - đŸ„€
Angst - 🌊
Fluff - 🍭
Series - 📚
Personal Fav - 🩱
^ - indicating same the author from above
I’ll be tagging the creators so give them the love they deserve! Thanks again for checking this blog out!
Strangelove 🌊🩱 - @syntheticfoxfire
You’re Everything You Once Hated đŸŒŠđŸ„€ - @sleeping-on-cracking-ice
call me by your name 🌊 - @sucx2bi
In Betweenin’ đŸŒŠđŸ„€đŸŠą(?) - @littlewriterfullofwords
Hot Gum 🌊🍭(?) - ^
Bloody Comfort đŸ„€(?) - @keysmashingfantasies
Dangeruous Lovers 🍭 - @24hlevi
under the white light 🍭 - @jhynka
Irresponsibily Stupidly Losing You đŸŒŠđŸ„€đŸŠą - @sery-chan-13
Don’t Care đŸŒŠđŸ„€(?) - @girl8890
Antifragile 🌊🍭🩱 - @kkurades
Come Back Home 🌊 - @niragi-in-borderland
Other places, familiar faces 🌊 - @fireofjudgement
Every inch of you is perfect to me 🍭 - @bangtaninborderland
First Kiss 🌊🍭 - @planetariumwriting
I only play these games ‘cause you’re playing them, too. 📚🌊🍭 - @itsnamjoonssi
uncover 🌊🍭 - @prodbyblush
Love Is Chaos 📚🌊🍭 - @bts-story
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WARNING: This section contains SMUT fics (those who are uncomfy avoid this section!) (tbh theres prob more smut fics than the PG rated fics lmao)
Niragi’s Favorite Toy đŸ„€đŸŒŠđŸ­đŸŠą - @niragis-thot
his. đŸ„€đŸŒŠđŸŠą - @kirisunshineboy
not so mr. nice guy đŸ„€(?) - @xy4n1d3
Blow. My. Brains. Out. 🩱 - @bangtaninborderland
The Pain Before đŸ“šđŸ„€đŸŒŠđŸ­đŸŠą - @niragisimp (my awesome moot ! ilysm <3)
only you đŸ„€(?) - @dracoscum
messy for me 🩱 - ^
Tease - @peachesnscream
OFF LIMITS 🍭(?) - @aliceinnaughtyland
Nasty Games đŸ„€đŸŒŠ - @kinkyniragi
Always you 🩱 - @so-many-fandoms-here
(another lovely moot mwah mwah ! đŸ«¶)
paralysed đŸ„€đŸŒŠ - @niragiinborderland
CNC (kinktober) - @tofuxtea
NSFW Alphabet - @brdpch
Carnal Restraint 🌊 - @writeformesinpie
A helping hand 🌊🍭 - @overthinkingaddict
Maniac. đŸ„€ - @suhyoung-hoes
Headcanons 🍭(?) - @sweet-as-an-angel
Wanna Get Drunk and Nasty? - @nacho-privayuna
Sweet Distractions 🍭 - @fireofjudgement
Master/Pet dynamics - @munsonsvamp
Treasure đŸ„€(‌) - @creamwh0re
note: i remember reading this one niragi fic where i think the reader is like new(?) or a doctor and then aguni brings niragi to readers room because he was like trapped in like a freezer (game) so she takes care of him I CANT FIND IT 😔
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vumming · 8 months
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alice in borderland — suguru niragi “eye candy”
contents : suggestive themes, smut
a/n : a small crumb while i am busy with life smh
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“Stop looking at me like that.”
There's a frown plastered on his face, eyebrows scrunched as if he's looking at something absolutely disgusting yet the slight upward tug of his lips tells you otherwise.
“Like what?” You asked him, confused as to why he's looking at you the way he is.
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Cuddling on the sofa of your apartment—a temporary home in this madness you call borderland, your limbs in a mess of tangle with his as you're sprawled atop of his body, his arm around you and the other behind his head.
Niragi was a constant wild child but moments like this makes you remember that even someone as wild as him needs normalcy in his life too—that at the end of the day, he is a human too.
His arm tightens around your figure for a brief moment before relaxing, the flex of his arm seems unintentional. “Acting like you don't know? Tsk.”
“I wouldn't know unless you tell me, Niragi.” It was amusing to watch his frown transform into a scowl, the evident shade of red, no matter how small, bright on his ears as he glare at you.
It is quite adorable, ever so tough and cocky bastard, Suguru Niragi who crawls from death every damn time is flustered underneath you. His bandages cannot even hide it.
Instead of responding right away though, his arm that was behind his head shifted to reach over your face, settling on your jaw as his stare is on level with yours—eyes steel and cold softening until his lips curved into a damn small grin.
“Like this.”
Rugged, rough, and dangerous is what everyone who would see him describes him.
Yet the way he places his kiss on your lips is tender, soft and gentle like he's afraid to taint you but his hand that's gripping your jaw is firm and commanding, telling you to stay still.
What was the look you were showing him? You could've asked and persisted but he swallows your every breath, the parting of your lips merely serving him an opportunity to kiss you further, deeper, more.
The arm that's around your body draws small scratches of patterns and shapes, a slow dance and kiss as he attempts to close the 'non existent' space between the two of you with the proximity you already share.
Hips slowly gyrating against yours in a slow motion, not to get you off, but to simply feel you and your warmth.
For someone as lust driven and hungry as he is, just being with you was enough.
“Shit, you're so..” He couldn't finish his words, no, with how your taste left him speechless and the way your eyes flutter like a butterfly kissing your lids slightly open to look at him as he parts from your lips got him fixated on you.
You drive him mad.
And he's already insane enough.
He dives right back in when he felt you take a breath, the sweet sweet air you breathe in being taken right away, teeth grazing your lower lip, biting it to ask for your permission yet never waiting enough before he pushes his way through.
Every curve, every nook, he explored it like he's an adventurer on a quest—call him one because you are his world he is willing yo conquer.
Suguru Niragi is both rough yet gentle, tough yet soft, it is only you who get to see his vulnerability. “It seems last night wasn't enough for ya', pretty?” He murmurs through the kiss, sending vibrations through mouth as a small chuckle escapes his lips, once again capturing yours.
“I'll make sure you won't look at anyone the same damn way you're looking at me now.” It wasn't just a mere statement, but his tone sends a promise.
If it was merely an innocent kiss before, now wasn't.
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It's aching, the core tht burns inside you as he pushes you into the pillow. The soft velvety pillows muffling the noises that you fail to contain with how he is moving. “Oh.. mhm, Niragi.. ”
It's like you're in a trance that you can't break.
Your wrist bound behind your back as Niragi uses it to his advantage, moving faster as he holds onto you. “Ya' like that, darlin'?” He drawls next to your ear when he leans, pressing a small chaste kiss on your shoulder, it was sweet, loving—
Until it switches back to him absolutely ravaging you like a madman.
“mhmm.. hah, y-yeahh..”
His hips repeatedly hitting yours, abusing the spot that he knows will make you see stars, knowing every damn well of your body.
The curve of your back, arched beautifully and every noise that breaks from your throat gets him going. Your legs are shaking from the intensity yet always lifted for him to take.
Niragi let's go of your wrist to take a hold of your neck, wishing to see your expression, “now why are ya' holdin' back your moans?”
The squelch squelch squelch is a repetitive melody to the room, hand twisting your neck so he can see what look you are making.
“There you are..” You could hear the smirk from his tone, lilt and amused upon seeing your face. Almost mockingly teasing until his lips finds the side of your mouth, “no one is here but us, scream all you want.”
“Wanna hear my name from your lips.”
Fast, deep, rough, then turning slow—after a thrust, his body gyrates and you can't help but follow after his. The stimulation is addictive. “Hah... Fuck, it feels damn good.”
His hand traces your body, fingers following the curve of your spine and to your ass where he palms the globe of it, feeling every inch of you and watching how his dick goes in and out of you.
The length of him pushing into you until your body flinches at the heat of the passion, squirming against him. Both trying to get away and push into him, asking for more, you don't know.
Maybe it was due to the heat of the moment that there's droplets kissing your skin, his sweat from the lovemaking—from how he's fucking you full, but something tells you that it's so much more. Your eyes, barely open and conscious glances at him briefly, until you couldn't with how he makes you close it by hitting the spot that brings you to heaven and back.
“Wanna see you look at me, like- hah.. like how you did earlier.”
“H-how exactly?” You still ask, small little droplets continues to touch your bare skin—tears of his love, vulnerability..
“Like I'm yours.”
Trust.
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WHEN S/O IS SICK, alice in borderland characters x reader
SYNOPSIS: after a heavy storm, s/o catches a cold & needs a hand.
★  genre & warning/s: fluff, fluff, & fluff
★  sera’s notes: this was quite rushed, but enjoy!
– when he sees you come home drenched from the heavy rain he panics profusely and rushes to get you a towel, almost injuring himself in the process
– have absolutely no clue how to take care of a person with a fever so he asks karube & chota by spam-calling them as if there was no tomorrow
– have absolutely no clue how to take care of a person with a fever so he asks karube & chota by spam-calling them as if there was no tomorrow
– will silently complain that he afk'ed his rank game just to take care of you but continues it anyway
– would get a hot towel for you after but almost burns himself because he didn't let the water cool down a bit
– would take over with the chores until you got better
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02. chishiya shuntaro
– stares at you with intense judgment but gets you a towel anyway
– "i've recently just cleaned the floors, stop staining them with your filthy feet"
– would make you hot chocolate but then adds way too much sugar to make you learn your lesson to bring an umbrella next time
– since he's a doctor, of course he knows what he's doing
– would not leave you alone till you've showered
– forces you to rest
– as soon as you 'fell asleep', he'd kiss you on the forehead and mumble sweet nothings towards you
– "i love you too, shuntaro.", "go to sleep"
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03. niragi suguru
– "damn you look hot while soaked"
– panics a bit, but carries you to the bathtub in bridal style to warm up
– would bring you a hot towel after you've settled on the bed
– his sexual remarks ain't stopping despite the situation
– attempts cooking you soup but would fail miserably from adding too much salt
– "at least there's something that tastes like my cu-" "NIRAGI!"
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04. kuina hikari
– stressed as hell, rushes you to the bathroom immediately to take a hot bath
– would hit you on the shoulder for laughing at her for looking like a traumatized child
– "what do you want, soup? hot chocolate? coffee? any type of warm food?"
– would let you wear her long-sleeved clothes that you've been begging to try on
– scolds you like a mother but cuddles with you after despite having the chances of having her sick aswell
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05. rizuna ann
– stares at you for a split second in disappointment
– (in borderland): would pause her dissections to provide you medicine
– "i told you there was a storm that was forecasted, stubborn child"
– whenever you'd try to reach water for yourself she would slap your arm, "let me do it"
– will give you a tad bit of physical affection carefully because she doesn't want to be sick
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page-soobinnie · 8 months
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★Fandoms and who I write for★
I will write for others if asked Ill write bls gls and more
˚₊· ÍŸÍŸÍžÍžâžłâ„Strangers from hell
Moonjo, Jong Woo, Seokyoon, Jieun
˚₊· ÍŸÍŸÍžÍžâžłâ„Alice In Borderland
Banda, ippie Okie, Chishiya, Niragi, Kuina, Arisu, Usagi, Ann, Mira
˚₊· ÍŸÍŸÍžÍžâžłâ„Train To Busan
Seokwoo, Yong Guk, Jinhee
˚₊· ÍŸÍŸÍžÍžâžłâ„Psychopath Diary
DongSik, Bokyung, DongChan, Inwoo
˚₊· ÍŸÍŸÍžÍžâžłâ„All Of Us Are Dead
Suhyeok, Cheongsan, Woojin, Isak, Namra, Gyeongsu, Gwinam, Minjae, Mijin, Hari, Hyoryung, Hyeonju, Sunhwa, Wooshin
˚₊· ÍŸÍŸÍžÍžâžłâ„Sweet Home
Hyunsoo, Eunhyuk, Eunyoo, Jisoo, Uimyeong,
˚₊· ÍŸÍŸÍžÍžâžłâ„Squid Game
Saebyeok, Junho, Jiyeong, Front Man, Sales Man
˚₊· ÍŸÍŸÍžÍžâžłâ„Extracurricular
Jisoo, Gyuri, Kitae, Minhee
˚₊· ÍŸÍŸÍžÍžâžłâ„The Sound Of Magic
Ildeung, Rieul, Ahyi
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hyunjinslittledevil · 5 months
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Hyun-su in that one episode
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kkurades · 2 years
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sasha’s main masterlist !!
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☆ ALICE IN BORDERLAND !! arisu, chishiya, kuina, usagi, ann, niragi, last boss, aguni, lisa, mira, heiya, karube
☆ ALL OF US ARE DEAD !! nam-ra, gyeong-su, ha-ri, wu-jin, min-jae, u-sin, cheong-san, na-yeon, su-hyeok, on-jo, joon-yeung, mi-jin, jae-ik, dae-su, gwi-nam
☆ JUJUTSU KAISEN !! choso, nanami, maki, megumi, nobara, noritoshi, sukuna, gojo, geto, inumaki, yuji, yuta
☆ BUNGOU STRAY DOGS !! dazai, kunikuda, fukizawa, ranpo, chuuya, akutagawa, poe, fyodor, nikolai, sigma, jƍno, tetchƍ
☆ MY NAME !! mujin, gangjae, pildo, taeju, jiwoo
☆ SWEET HOME !! hyun-soo, eun-hyuk, eun-yoo, sang-wook, ji-soo, sung-cheol, jae-heon
☆ THE UNCANNY COUNTER !! so mun, do ha-na, shin hyuk-u, oh jeong-gu
☆ BLACK KNIGHT !! 5-8, yoon sa-wol, 4-1, seol-ah
☆ D.P. !! han ho-yeol, an yun-ho
☆ TWILIGHT !! embry call, seth clearwater, leah clearwater, paul lahote, quil ateara
☆ KPOP!! bts, stray kids, enhypen, txt, seventeen, p1harmony, ateez, aespa, blackpink, le sserafim, new jeans, itzy, (g)i-dle, twice, ive
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imagine--if · 2 years
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♡‱ hi!! i'm meesha, aspiring filmmaker and novel writer... but i also love watching movies and falling in love with their characters, so here we are 😂
♡‱ i have a crazy imagination that i dont mind sharing with an awesome community, and so i really hope this blog can be a place you can all come to for escapism and 'imagining if' with your favourite characters
♡‱ this post will always be up to date so navigation's easy for you, and asks are always open, whether you just want to chat or have any questions or concerns 😊
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♡‱ my request status is always up to date on my blog description, and ill usually leave a little post to let you know when they're open and if there are any specifics
♡‱ at the moment, these are the fandoms and characters i'm willing to write for whenever my requests are open - unless ive said that they're open for a specific fandom or character for a time. if you want to recommend any series or movie you'd be interested in me writing for, let me know through my inbox or dms 💜
♡‱ please respect that im not comfortable with writing smut, or anything offensive or just wrong, yknow? im totally up for writing fluff, drabbles, blurbs, headcanons, songfics, all of that 🙃 sometimes i do matchups with characters from a specific fandom or an actor's characters too
♡‱ if i haven't mentioned a character below that's in the same film or fandom that you'd like to see me write for, don't be afraid to ask too! i could have just forgotten 😅
♡‱ i also write for basically any paul dano character... danonation knows what i mean 😏
Skyrim │pretty much any main character│
Marvel │Bucky Barnes│Steven Grant│Harry Osborn│
FNAF │Golden Freddies│Bonnies│Chicas│Foxies│Springtrap│Monty│Roxy│Vanny│Sun/Moon Drop│
Grishaverse │Kaz Brekker│Jesper Fahey│Inej Ghafa│General Kirigan│Matthias Helvar
DC │Gotham main characters│The Batman main characters│Suicide Squad main characters│Titans Series main characters│
Star Wars │2017-2019 main characters│original trilogy and prequel characters│The Mandalorian│Cassian Andor│Ahsoka
Once Upon A Time │Peter Pan│Hook│Henry Mills│Jefferson│
Strangers From Hell/Hell Is Other People │Seo Moon Jo│
Sweet Home │Cha Hyun Su│Lee Eun Hyuk│Pyeon Sang Wook│
Alice In Borderland │Chishiya Shuntaro│Suguru Niragi│Ryohei Arisu│Banda Sunato│
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The Batman Masterlist
Alice In Borderland Masterlist
Miscellaneous (coming soon)
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satoguru · 11 days
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i lovelovelovee the kaomojis you use .. they r so pretty and cute, just like you are !! you genuinely seem so sweet and kind and i haven't even found you that long ago !! T . T i'm curious if there's anything you wanna ramble about, and what your fav kdramas r / whichever ones you've enjoyed most watching !! ♡ and i'm so sorry for the long ask, but is it fine if i can ask you if you've watched alice in borderland, and your thoughts about it if you have watched it too ?? i read your first post that talked about kento yamazaki and it reminded me of the show lol, and i wish you the absolute bestest day !!
waaaaa thank u so much ! u r sooo sweet 'n kind hehe à«źê’°àŸ€àœČ ៾៾៾៾ àžê’±àŸ€àœČ১ i wld luv 2 ramble, i loooveee to talk about things ! - 've been watchin' k-dramas for years 'n honestly they're 1 of my fav things 2 watch ! i rlly enjoyed 'Business Proposal' oh em geeee it was s' cute + Kang Tae-Moo is s' handsome ! ♡ a few of my other favs are 'Extraordinary Attorney Woo' 'n 'Itaewon Class' ! i also love horror + thriller so 'Sweet Home' and 'All of Us Are Dead' were sooo cool 2 watch !
2 answer ur question, yes ! i have watched Alice in Borderland and i thought it was amazing à«źê’°Ë¶àž…ÌË˜àž…Ì€Ë¶ê’±áƒ it kinda reminded me of Squid Game but in my opinion, i prefer Alice in Borderland ! the plot is so interesting 'n there is so much emotion in it . . also kento yamazaki as the main character made it even better ! my fav characters from the show wld definitely be chishiya , banda 'n niragi ,, their characters are so well executed 'n i have the biggessttt crush on chishiya ! oh oh ! 'n i luv the trans rep they included with kuina !🌈⭐ season 2 i rlly thought was cool . . i was afraid it wldnt be as good as season 1 but it was amazing ! ( i do miss chishiya's eyeliner tho . . eeeee . . ) i rlly hope they come out with a season 3 ! ! ! à»’ê’°àŸ€àœČ ÂŽ ê’ł ` àŸ€àœČ꒱১
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(Sweet) Niragi x OC One shot
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Ayane remembered the time before the borderlands. She recalled a group of girls that would spill milk over her head at the lunch table, laughing as it dripped down her face and onto her lap. The teachers looked away for the most part, after all, their fathers' provided funding for the school. Getting them in trouble wouldn't get her anywhere except put a larger target on her back.
She remembers walking home one day, her hair clumping from not being able to wash it. A few girls waited for her in the bathrooms, shoving her away from the sink whenever she tried. "You know Ayane, there's one place where you could wash your hair..." They pointed to one of the toilets, laughing as Ayane held her tears back and ran out the door as fast as she could. She bumped into him then, a handsome boy she didn't recognize yet.
He was in his third year already, while she was in her first year of high school. He looked at her with pity, adjusting his glasses, and looked away quickly, carrying on. Nobody was going to help her.
She held her books tight to her chest as she kicked the rock in front of her, home was going to be just as bad. She took out her phone and looked at the time. "No new notifications. 4:32 PM." She sighed, another half hour, and her parents would be out of the house. She turned her head as she heard a loud grunt coming from under the bridge, her eyes coming across the boy from earlier, now with a bloodied nose.
The older students laughed, "Hey Niragi, stop moving! Otherwise, we'll make you eat it again! Urine rice!" He emphasized his last words as they all burst out into laughter again, enjoying his pain. She contemplated stepping in, but what could she really do against them? Her parents were no one, she hadn't any physical strength to fight them, but something in her pulled her there.
She clutched her books so tight that her knuckles turned white, slowly walking over to the boy they called Niragi. She placed a shaky hand on his arm, helping him up. She didn't say a word and kept her head down as she quickly led him away, taking his hand. The boys laughed from behind her, and she felt her face blush slightly as she looked at their hands, resting a top of one another.
From that day on, she always carried a second lunch with her, just in case. She was lucky she didn't rely on her parents for that, her part-time job seemed to finally pay off. She wasn't able to save as much, but that was alright. She did her best to watch out for the boys she saw, and whenever they went to Niragi's locker, she had an extra lunch ready for him. She wasn't sure why. She didn't pity him but felt resilience with him instead, just two victims being mercilessly bullied by those stronger.
Ayane opened her eyes to the sunset from her room, the Beach had already started their party. She recognized Niragi right away when she arrived, but he felt different than before, so she opted to keep her mouth shut. He looked different, with piercings, and had gotten rid of his glasses. His hair was longer, and she couldn't help but think to herself how cute she found it. She never got to tell him after all, that she had the biggest crush on him through his last two years of high school. She didn't see him after his graduation, though she left a note in his locker on the very last day, asking him to meet her. He never showed.
She looked different now too. She had lost a bit of weight, toning herself after high school. Her hair was different now, she dyed it and no longer kept it down, always tied up. She ate better, looked better, and had a scowl on her face to ward off anyone that approached her. That was how she liked it. She played with her hair in the mirror and noticed how badly her roots were showing. "Gonna have to redye it soon," she thought.
She threw on her shoes and headed out, wanting to get a run in before the party got worse. She began to make her laps around the compound, wishing her battery watch still worked in this place.
She rounded the corner and bumped into someone, knocking herself back on her butt. "Shit, sorry, I didn't see you th--" Her words stopped as a lump caught in her throat. Niragi. He had stumbled back a bit at your impact but was otherwise steady. "Watch where the fuck you're going." He spit out his words, gripping the butt of his rifle and gesturing for her to move. She took the hint and stood up quickly, standing out of his way and to the wall. "Fucking newbies..." He muttered, walking away. Even when threatening her, he still made her heart beat fast.
The games began that night and Ayane was put into a group of strangers. They went outside before introducing themselves, "I'm Kuina, nice to meet you!" She seemed perky, a relief considering how most people were here. "This is Chishiya, he doesn't talk much." She gestured over to the blonde man on the right of her, "I talk plenty." He muttered, shooting you a quick grin before getting into the car without waiting. "I'm Ayane." She smiled at Kuina, shaking her hand. They both got into the back, Kuina nodding to the driver to head off.
Niragi froze before getting into the car when he heard her say her name. It dawned on him, he knew her from high school, she was the one that always offered him her lunch. He never got why she always brought two with her, but he was just thankful to have a lunch without piss in it. His eyes followed their car as it rode off, snarling to himself as he saw Chishiya sitting next to her. He shrugged off his emotions, "Hope none of them come back tonight," he thought. He slammed the car door shut, placing his rifle in his lap. As much as he tried that night, he couldn't stop thinking about her.
The games went off without a hitch as Ayane and the whole team made it back that night. A Diamonds game, earning the four of them six more days on their visas. She was offered a high-five from Kuina, which she gladly took. Chishiya kept his hands in his pockets, grinning at the both of them as they shared a laugh. Kuina said goodnight on behalf of them both as Ayane parted ways with her and Chishiya, and she couldn't help but feel jealous of the two of them. Ayane noticed they were always together, even before she met them. She wished she had someone to confide in like that as she turned her head to the ground, feeling a slight pain surge through her heart.
She grabbed her chest lightly, steadying her breathing. "Being alone is best. Always." She repeated to herself over and over, swallowing her breath and closing her eyes. She could feel tears forming, and she recalled a time when she could be deemed weak. It didn't bring back good memories for her. She took a large breath and headed for the cafeteria, wanting a snack before she showered for the night.
Inside were a few girls, more like a clique, formed by Ayane's favorite chips. She approached them, "Excuse me," all the girls turned to look at her. "I just need to get some chips." They all silently eyed her up and down, bursting out laughing. One girl who Ayane didn't recognize swatted her hand in her direction, "Whatever. Go away." They turned their backs on her, giggling and muttering insults her way. "Like she needs chips..."
Ayane held her composure as she heard those god-awful words. Food was a sensitive topic for her and smiling, she grabbed the girl and spun her around much to her surprise. "Can I fucking help you, weirdo?" She yelled at her, but Ayane refused to flinch. She had been bullied enough before, and she wasn't about to get bullied here either.
Ayane smiled sweetly, before balling up her fist and smashing it right into the girl's jaw. "I said. I would like some of those chips." She held her smile as the girl dropped to the ground from the force, holding her face. The rest of the girls quickly moved apart, "Thank you so much!" Ayane said and she stood, holding the bag and opening it slowly, pulling out a chip and snapping it with her teeth, making sure to eye every single one of them as she chewed. "Be seeing you!" She said happily and she waltzed out, clutching her chips. Her face turned sour as she left, sighing and making her way to her room to finally get some peace.
The group of militants walked towards Ayane in the hallway as she moved to the side, making way for them to pass. Niragi's eye caught her figure as they walked, a small bag of chips in her hand. He noticed a small cut on her knuckle, fixing his gaze forward. His nose caught the slight scent of honey as he walked past her, making his heart skip a beat. A small anger rose up in him for reasons unbeknownst to him as they pushed their way into the cafeteria to see a girl sitting at a table surrounded by others. "Fucking bitch! Who does she think she is, lashing out like that?!"
Niragi recognized the girl holding her face. He had bed her once, or maybe a few times, but often paid her no mind. She wasn't important. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, practically running up to him to the other militants' dismay. "Niragi!! This girl, she just came up and hit me out of nowhere!" He raised an eyebrow, "... And?" She looked a bit taken aback but continued, "Well, I'm your girl, aren't I? Defend me! Go shot her or something!" He threw his head back in a roaring laugh, "My girl? I don't even know who the fuck you are!" He continued laughing, shoving her to the ground, joining the other militants at a table.
The group of girls left hurriedly after the first ran out of the cafeteria, almost in tears. Although he wasn't at all concerned about her, hell he didn't even know her name, his mind wandered to Ayane. He unwillingly looked back into his memories, Ayane was never one to lash out, much less to hit someone. He took a deep breath, silently standing up to the group's surprise. He walked out without a word, rifle in hand. His eyes fluttered over to where he saw her last, "Of course she's gone already," he thought.
He opted to head for his room, but laughter caught his attention from down the hall. He walked up out of curiosity from around the corner, rage building in him quickly as he saw the girls from earlier, as well as Ayane. Three girls were holding her back as another poured milk over her head, all laughing at her. He was about to swing his rifle around when a leg kicked up, plunging into a girl's stomach. He held back, even a bit shocked to see Ayane let out a kick like that. This wasn't the girl he knew from before. She was fiercer, stronger, more beautiful... He pulled himself out of his thoughts as he saw Ayane grab another girl's hair, smashing her face against the wall and pinning her arm behind her back.
Their ring leader saw Niragi, running up to him, "Thank goodness! Niragi, do something!" He cocked his head to the side as Ayane dropped the girl, taking a few steps back. He could see she was ready to fight but turned his attention back to the first. "Alright. Since you asked so nicely." He took his rifle and swung the butt into the random girl's face, the force throwing her into the floor. She screamed, blood searing through her lips, "W-why..."
He paid no mind as he calmly walked up to Ayane, gently placing his hand on her arm, "Come on. We're leaving." His tone shocked the women around him, Ayane even holding her breath. "O-okay, Niragi..." The rest of the girl's moved out of the way quietly as Niragi walked Ayane down the hall, neither of them looking back. They walked in silence to Niragi's room, him gesturing for her to sit down.
He sat across from her, his rifle down by his feet. For what felt like forever, they remained silent, taking each other in. She stared into his eyes and opened her mouth to speak, suddenly noticing her mouth was dry. "Niragi... You look different." She flashed a nervous smile, sinking her head down. She could hear him clear his throat, "Yeah... So do you." She suddenly felt herself get nervous and began playing with her hands, unable to look at him. "Not like, bad different, but good different." She began to backtrack, "But not like that good different! I mean, not that THAT good, but still good in a way, a-and," she tripped on her words, unable to form a proper sentence as her throat closed up.
She hadn't noticed Niragi had stood up until he outstretched his hand toward her. She took it without thinking, immediately feeling her face flush. Even in this hellish world, she never held a guy's hand before. He tugged on her arm, silently asking her to stand. She obliged without another thought and he smiled. Not the Niragi smile everyone saw when he felt a little crazy, but a smile that reminded her of the Niragi she knew once. A kind smile.
"Ayane, I'm glad you're here." He hung on his words and she could feel her face blush, "Y-you are?"
He looked into her eyes, "Ayane," he let out a breath he had been holding in, she tilted her head to the side curiously, seemingly devolving back into her high school self. "Yes?" Her heart started beating faster as she noticed his face was mere inches from her, slowly leaning in. She could feel his breath resting on her lips as she closed her eyes, feeling the softness of his lips placed themselves on hers. She could feel her heart beat rapidly as his tongue forced its way into her mouth, his arm tightening around her waist.
She wrapped her arm around his neck, feeling like she was in a dream. Her high school self would've been screaming right now. He broke his lips off of hers for a moment, cupping her face to look at him. "Ayane... Let me protect you, this time." She silently nodded, squeezing the hand on her waist.
If anyone's hands were to hold her life in them, she was glad it was Niragi's.
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scp230kinnie · 3 months
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Characters I currently want to write for
Leave some requests for these characters guys im having hyperfixations so bad
No promises that I’ll actually get to most of them but I’ll try
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Alice in Borderland
Tatta Kodai
Arisu Ryohei
Kuina Hikari
Kuzuryu Keiichi (k♊)
Niragi Suguru
Father au! Aguni Morizono
Chishiya Shuntaro
Metal Lords
Hunter Sylvester
Attack on Titan
Armin Arlert
Sweet Home
Lee Eun-Hyeok
Repo! The genetic opera
Nathan Wallace
Pavi Largo
Luigi Largo
Amber Sweet
Superbad
Evan
American Horror Story
Tate Langdon
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