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Soft Nights
Niragi Suguru x reader.
Trying my hand at a different character for Alice in Borderland. I was stuck between Niragi and Arisu, flipped a coin to help me decide. So yeah. Niragi is soft in this, out of character but I don't really care?? My first ever fic turned out...okay? Apparently people liked it, I'm very grateful. So thank you to everyone who enjoyed it. And that you to @thecheshireprincess for being so encouraging. You're amazing.
Summary: A soft end to the day with Niragi.
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The door to your bathroom shut as you exited the bathroom and stepped into the bedroom. Your hair was still wet from the shower. You stood in the doorway, Niragi's shirt and a pair of simple panties were all you had on. Comfortable. You stood there, just for a moment as you watched your boyfriend as got ready for bed.
The day had been long. The game had been hard, tiring, gruesome. You had a few cuts and bruises. Your shoulder hurt from where you had landed on it half way through the game. But Niragi had been there. He helped you up, checked you over, made sure you were safe and then shot the man who had pushed you. 'He deserves to suffer.' He had told you. 'No one hurts my girl.' It was sweet.
"Baby, come sit down." He told you as he gestured to the chair. You walked over, movements careful and a little slow. Your body ached with the want to sleep. You sat down on the chair. Niragi stepped behind you and played with your hair for a moment. The milliant then picked up the hairbrush and began to brush through your hair.
The feeling immediately made your body and mind relax. Much like when he had previously washed your hair in the shower for you. Your shoulder was hurting so he didn't want you to hurt it more. A soft sigh left your lips. Niragi always knew how to take care of you. To relax you. It was a side to him that he only allowed you to see. No one else. Everyone else saw the psycho. The trigger happy moron who enjoyed the games and hurting people. But for you, he was different. He was kinder, softer. He let his walls down. It had taken time. It took showing him you were there no matter what. Showing him you wouldn't leave the moment he causes some chaos. You calmed him, grounded him. Helped him realise it was okay to feel good things. But he still didn't want anyone else to see him like this. Soft, weak, kind.
He let out a slow hum as he brushed your damp hair, getting out every knot as painlessly as he could. One particularly stubborn knot had him glaring as if the knot was insulting him. "Babe." Your voice snapped him out of his staring contest with the knot. He let out a small 'hmm?' as he continued to brush your hair, splitting it into sections to make it easier.
"I was thinking-." You started before being cut off.
"That's dangerous." He told you teasingly. You blushed before letting out a small scoff.
"I'm great at thinking, thank you very much." You told him with a small yet proud attitude. "I have great thoughts. You'd be jealous." You added with a cheeky grin as you looked at him through the mirror.
Your eyes met as he smirked. He leaned down and kissed the crown of your head before moving on to brush the next section of your hair. "I'm sure I'd be very jealous, sweetheart. Who wouldn't want to hear all your pretty thoughts?" He asked as he brushed a knot, causing your head to be pulled back a little. A sharp gasp escaped you.
"Sorry baby." Sorry. He was never sorry for hurting anyone, but seeing you in pain, even for a moment. It caused something deep in his chest to ache. He never truly understood why he felt like that. But here he was, apologising.
"It's okay." You thought for a moment as you watched him through the mirror. His tongue ran over his bottom lip as he got the last knot out. He then began to expertly braid your hair. Once he was done, he tied the bobble that had been on his wrist. Because of course he was prepared. "There you go, beautiful."
You looked in the mirror and then up at him. "Thank you, my love." You spoke before kissing his lips softly. My love. Those words alone warmed a cold spot in his soul. He pulled away and grabbed your hand, helping you out. You both walked over to the bed and got under the covers. Your head laid on his chest as did one of your hands. He held your body close, almost like you would disappear if he let go.
Niragi always slept closest to the door. Deep down he knew it was for safety. If someone came in, he'd be the closest to the danger, to his gun. "What were you going to say?" He asked you, a puzzled look appeared on your face. "I...I don't remember." Dang, it was a pest when that happened. You were sure you'd remember in the morning though. Niragi just chuckled and closed his eyes. "Get some sleep." He mumbled as he let his body relax.
And so that's where you stayed for the rest of the night. In the arms of a man who you shouldn't feel safe with, and yet you did. You felt so safe and protected. And just as you were about to drift off, the thought popped into your head again. "If you choke a smurf, what colour does it turn?" It was dumb, so very dumb.
A cackle left Niragi at the question. "Purple. Go to sleep, baby."
So you did. You fell asleep.
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Mornings like this.
Shuntaro Chishiya x reader.
Soo Hello. This is my first ever fanfic, so it's probably not that well written, I just wanted to see if it was something I could do?? Idk. I'm also not sure why I picked Chishiya to be the first person I write a fic on. It's probably because I've been rewatching Alice in Borderland and Squid Game on repeat whilst I've been ill. Chishiya is probably out of character in this, I'm really sorry about that. I honestly can't tell? I don't know what I'm doing lol.
Summary: Waking up with Chishiya.
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The sun was bright, though it was somewhat blocked by the curtains. A gentle sigh left your lips as you snuggled in the warmth around you. As you snuggled into his arms. Your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was your favorite sound. Knowing he was there, safe. It was a sound that could often calm you down after a game. It was the last thing you heard at night and often the first thing you heard in the morning.
Mornings like this were your favorite. They were his favorite too. Mornings where they could lay together, happy and forgetting the world outside their door. Nothing else mattered as you felt his fingers tracing feather-light patterns on the bare skin on your waist. Your shirt must have risen up during the night, but the action confirmed one thing to you, he was awake. You finally blink your eyes open. The first thing you saw was his chest. His pale chest, slowly moving up and down as he breathed. A hand gently ran through your hair, your eyes moved up to look at him. "Good morning." Your voice is full and heavy with sleep. It caused a ghost of a smile to rest on his lips. "Morning, sweetheart." He replied, hand still playing with your hair, your eyes meeting causing a warm grow in your chest.
"Shiya." His name escaped you like a prayer. "How long have you been awake?" He always woke up before you. It was rare for you to wake before he did. Sometimes he'd be gone before you woke up. But mornings like these were the times when you got to wake up in his arms, close, intimate. Safe.
"Half an hour." Chishiya smiled as he moved his hand from your hair and to your hip. You were meant to get up. Both of you were. Get up, shower, get changed and go about your day. See Kuina. Go to a meeting later today if it was needed. Neither of you needed to play a game today, so that wasn't a worry. So you slowly began to sit up, only to be pulled back down.
"Chishiya." You squealed out as your back landed on the bed. "We have to get up." You pouted, because as much as you should get up, you didn't want to.
"No we don't." He told you. Chishiya pulled you closer to his body, one arm wrapped around your waist. He couldn't let go, he wouldn't let go. He was comfortable and he felt...good. Having you in his arms filled him with so many emotions that sometimes he had trouble getting his mind to shut up. But, during mornings like this. He could switch off. Or he could talk about anything on his mind. Anything big or small. Like the games, random trivia, discussing his plan with you or deciding if it was worth punching Niragi today or not.
"Just one more hour." He whispered as he kissed the shell of your ear. One more hour? That sounded good. One more hour in the arms of the man you adore, in your warm and cozy bed. In your room where no one could or would bother you. "Okay, just one more hour, my love." You let up a he tilted his head down, lips meeting in the middle for a soft 'good morning' kiss. Mornings like this were worth the horrors of the Borderlands.
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me and the bad bitch i pulled by being silly
I forgor i made this
It’s so good 🤭
rewatched alice in borderland, have chishiya brainrot
reblog to spread niragi hate
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a list of all the fics i've uploaded to ao3 and snippets
it's no use going back to yesterday (i was a different person then) - splintered
“I hurt her?” The words come out without me even thinking about it. If I wasn’t sure about going crazy before I sure am now, because out of all the things Jeb could’ve said, I wasn’t expecting that.
blend blend - jazzpunk
She’s having fun! Sure, she isn’t really allowed in the hot tub by the orders of her sister, but she doesn’t need to be in there! Yeah, she's a little bummed out by the fact that her sister took both of the guys for herself and took her aside to not so nicely tell her to back off, but that doesn’t matter. She's just happy to have been invited for once!
rabbit pie day - too many cooks
she wishes she could cry. she wishes she could do anything else except smile. but she can't. she no longer wants to be here. katie had been so excited to be in a show and on tv. she didn't anticipate the freedom of her sense of self being taken away. she's not allowed to moved if there isn't a camera on her. is this a curse? it sure seems like it; feels like it. she never felt this much pain in her life. it's not physical, no. It's mental.
apocalyptic creep - the walking dead, original
He was just minding his business! Really! He was! It's not like he was trying to creep on her! After the chaos his most recent encampment had ended in, he had been on his own. Seeing the woman approaching the area he was camping out in had scared him. He quietly retreated back into the building, as to not be seen. With slow movements, he made his way from the roof to the ground floor, wanting to keep a closer eye on this mysterious woman.
drip - original
The sounds in this damned lighthouse are going to drive her crazy in her last moments. The dripping from the waterlogged walls and ceiling along with the wet stuttering of her own breaths are not what she wanted to hear.
This was not how she imagined this situation would go. This is not how she imagined she would die.
I've got problems(sung like the mother mother song) - original
Oh.
I don't think she's here to help me.
That was the last thought I had before the thing squeezed its hand and everything went black.
dog days are over - gravity falls, alice in borderland
Still, Dipper tries to think reasonably about why everyone on the street would be gone. Maybe they had to evacuate? He walks down the neighborhoods surrounding his and knocks and rings bells on every door he can. When absolutely no one answers he decides to check the rest of town. He thinks about what might be open at this time of night. He goes and checks the restaurant and grocery store. Dipper even goes to the museum but can’t find anyone. Maybe it was an emergency evacuation?
With no one around he decides to go back home. At least being there will bring him some comfort.
silence is fear - the backrooms, liminal spaces
Very Unsettling. That's the only way to describe this place. He'd been sitting here for god knows how long, scared to move on. He isn't even sure why he's scared; there's nothing really jumping out to him. Maybe that's why he's feeling so paranoid. The fact that everything seems normal but he knows that it isn't.
i ended up getting ahead of myself and writing a little bit for all the ideas in my notes
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