#usagi x reader

[stxr-lilac]

Me patiently waiting for everyone to start publishing Alice in borderland season 3 x reader fanfics.

[swamelon]

plss jojolands content!!! i really like the characters.. mostly the main cast (esp paco 🗣🗣) and i think im down for anything..

General Relationship Headcanons

characters: jodio, dragona, usagi, paco, charming man

tags: sfw, established relationship, reader is a stand user, super sweet, i use she/her prns on dragona :3

a/n: i need all of you to get on jojolands, its so good so far. charming man and usagi are my favorites.

Jodio Joestar

- you're very much an unserious couple, or at least thats what he likes to think.

- he likes making jokes, he enjoys being able to have fun with you. and if you match his humor then its a match made in heaven.

- he's not really the overly affectionate type, he won't initiate a lot of things. you kinda have to take the lead.

- he'll hold your hand but kissing? hugging? cuddling? thats all you and he follows your lead.

- he'll spoil you with a big goofy grin on his face. he'll stuff something into his pocket and steal it from stores. a key charm, or a piece of candy. or he'll steal something from someone and give it to you.

- he's also not good with words, he wont sugarcoat anything if he wants something or needs to tell you something.

- he thinks its super cute when he catches you wearing his clothes. he'll let you keep a hoodie or two.

Dragona Joestar

- likes to take pictures and videos of you two doing anything. she's got albums dedicated to certain occassions, like a mini vlog in her gallery.

- its very easy to impress her, she's always thrilled whenever you show her something.

- she's always dragging you to try new places with her. hey, she's driving! you can sit in the passenger seat like a princess while she's blasting music.

- has a music playlist dedicated to you and how she feels about your relationship.

- uses cutesy petnames when she's referring to you. likes to say "baby", "honey" and "cutie" a lot.

- loves hugging and giving you kisses, especially when she stands behind you.

- always texting and calling you, especially when she hasn't seen you in a while. you're like her number one person in her contact list.

Paco Laburantes

- overprotective as all hell. and he doesn't even do it on purpose, he's just hyperaware of a lot of things.

- he doesn't want to come across as overbearing, of course you're allowed to be as free as a bird. but he's keeping a close eye on you just to make sure you're safe.

- likes to tease you a lot but it's through jabs and mockery. its all playful but he gets a kick out of making fun of you.

- likes to slip his hands on the back of your pants pocket when you're not holding hands.

- not really a fan of pda, he likes to keep that kind of stuff behind closed doors. not because he's shy, but he doesn't want to look vulnerable in front of the others.

- also when he's with you, any of his affection is personal. it shouldnt be anyone else business.

Usagi Alohaoe

- it's like you're stuck in the 'honeymoon' phase with this guy. everything IS sunshine and rainbows. you're both very happy together.

- everyone is bothered by how happy you are together. always holding hands, sharing an ice cream cone together, drinking out of the same straw. its so sweet its gross.

- likes to always surprise you with gifts or secret dates. walks up behind you to cover your eyes and he's super giddy.

- to add on to that, he also likes to cover your eyes behind you and go, "guess whoooo??"

- your number one glazer, he thinks any and everything you do is so cool and he lets you know.

- you're a very cutesy couple, you're like each others half's. if anybody see's usagi by himself, the follow up question is always asking about you. and vice versa.

- a little shy about kissing, he always squeezes his eyes shut and puckers his lips but he doesnt move. you're the one who leans in lmao.

Charming Man

- enamored with you, he lives and breathes through you and he makes it known that he loves you and only you. like yeah, he's thinking about you constantly.

- can be very blunt and honest, sometimes its out of the greater good. like if your underwear is showing he will tell you, or if theres food stuck on your teeth.

- he's like your knight in shining armor... but without the shining armor. so.. a knight. he will shield you away from anything that could hurt you.

- has a habit of staring at you. you could be mindlessly talk about anything and he just loves the sound of your voice. he'll stare at your lips too.

- always visits you at your house or your room. he'll stay the night too.

- doesn't mind pda, he'll initiate a kiss and holding hands. but you're always the one whose gonna hug him more often. but behind closed doors he's on you like a koala.

- keeps anything that reminds him of you. or bonus points, anything that smells like you. he wants every piece of you to be part of him.

[halbravd]

in honor of alice in borderland coming back...

aib vs. babe i'm at the hospital

⪧ niragi suguru,

⪧ chishiya shuntaro,

⪧ hikari kuina,

⪧ daikichi karube,

⪧ yuzuha usagi,

⪧ ryohei arisu,

⪧ sunato banda,

[ghostlynightpanda]

Hellloooooo!!! X3

I hope you’re having a lovely morning, evening, afternoon or night! I came with a simple request. (I apologize in advance if it’s too long)

Pretty much, AIB characters reacting to a plus sized reader. Like just a chunky, big belly, thicc thighs, stretch marks and all the pretty features that everyone judges the reader for.

To add onto that, The reader isn’t too confident in herself and it doesn’t help when people (The people at the beach or some asshole in a game) insults the reader. Even joking around saying how she is going to eat all the food supply, doubt that she would survive any longer or anything that is just harsh. I just need to see how the AIB Characters would not only defend them but show the reader that they are beautiful in their own way. So do as you will. You can do anything else otherwise, I don’t have any specifics.

Be sure to take your time and have a good day! X3

AIB Characters react to plus-sized Reader being Body-shamed

A/n: I added Arisu and Usagi to the stories because a few people messaged me saying they’d like to read more about them too. Also, please remember: everyone is beautiful, no matter their body type. Don’t let stupid comments from others get to you! <3

content/warnings: Ann, Kuina, Mira, Aguni, Niragi, Last Boss, Chishiya, Usagi, Arisu, plus-sized!reader, body shaming and bullying, cursing, - 7.822 words

Ann

The sun burned bright against the shimmering edge of the pool at The Beach, where laughter and splashes blurred with the murmurs of strategy and survival. You sat on one of the plastic lounge chairs in a borrowed towel, arms hugging your midsection out of instinct. Every movement you made felt watched, as if every jiggle, every roll, every stretch mark bore a neon sign reading: "Out of place."

You were used to it. The stares. The subtle glances. The not-so-subtle whispers.

"Better hide the rations," one of the guys joked nearby, nudging his friend with a crooked grin. "They might eat the whole supply tonight."

Laughter followed. Loud. Cruel.

You froze.

"Doubt they'd even survive the next game," someone else muttered. "Heart game? Please. They're heartburn waiting to happen."

You stared at the concrete, gripping the towel tighter. Words stuck in your throat like broken glass. You wanted to say something, to fight back, to prove them wrong, but those voices sounded too much like your own sometimes. Especially the one in your head that whispered, They're not wrong. You're too big. Too slow. Too much.

And that's when you felt her hand.

Callused fingers curled gently around yours. You didn't need to look up to know who it was. Ann.

She didn't raise her voice. She never did. But when she stood in front of you, cool eyes locking onto the group of assholes, the energy shifted like a ripple through the water.

"Say it again," she said flatly. Her voice was soft, but her stance was steel.

The jokers stilled. One of them scoffed, trying to play it cool.

"Come on, it was just a joke. We're all dying here anyway—"

"No." Ann cut in, taking a slow step forward. "You're dying for being an insecure piece of shit who thinks bullying is a personality trait."

They blinked, startled. She tilted her head slightly.

"You ever seen her in a Diamond game?" Ann asked, gesturing to you with her chin. "No? Of course not. Too busy flapping your mouth to notice someone who thinks before they move. They read people like a damn book. They're smart. They're capable. And when everyone else is panicking, they're the one staying calm."

Silence.

"And by the way," she added, her eyes like cold flame, "if any of you open your mouth about their body again, I will make you regret it. Not with fists. With facts." She paused. "Starting with how you're the ones who wouldn't last two minutes without hiding behind people like them."

No one said another word.

Ann turned back to you and extended her hand. Not rushed. Not pitying. Just hers, steady and real.

"Let's go," she said. "You don't owe them your time."

You took her hand.

The warmth of her touch stunned you more than anything. It wasn't just protective—it was tender. Like she saw you. Every soft curve, every imperfection, every dimple, every scar... and none of it seemed to repel her.

She walked with you to the quieter edge of the Beach, near the sea where the wind touched your skin in a way that made you feel less heavy. You sat together in the sand, legs touching. You hadn't realized your eyes were wet until she leaned in.

"I hate how you look at yourself," she said.

You blinked. "What?"

"You shrink," she said simply. "When you should be taking up space. You think your softness is weakness. That being big makes you less. But I don't see that."

Her gaze traveled over your body. Not with judgment, but with admiration. You expected her to stop at your arms or belly or thighs, but she didn't. She looked at you entirely.

"I see strength in you. The kind that doesn't scream for attention. The kind that survives. And you're beautiful," she added, softer now. "Not despite your size. With it. Because of it. Everything about you... it's all part of you. And I like all of it."

Your heart thudded.

"But people—"

"Are cowards," she cut in. "And shallow. And wrong."

You looked away. "Sometimes I think it's easier to believe them."

"I know," Ann said. "But I'll keep reminding you until you believe me instead."

She leaned in, pressing her forehead gently to yours.

"Your body is not a problem to be fixed. It's a home. And I'd stay in it with you, any day."

You couldn't speak. Not with how your throat closed up. But your hand reached for hers again, and this time you didn't hide your stomach when you shifted. You didn't cover your legs. You let her see you.

All of you.

And when she kissed you—slow, sure, her hand brushing your cheek like you were precious—you believed her.

Even if just for a moment, you believed that you were enough.

Kuina

The mirror in the corner of the room was cracked. It didn't matter. You didn't like looking in mirrors anyway.

The oversized shirt you were wearing stuck to your skin in the summer heat, clinging to your belly and thighs in all the places you didn't want attention. The world outside had become cruel enough, but somehow, the judgment from people at the Beach still cut deeper than bullets.

Earlier that day, during a meal by the pool, someone had said it again.

"You sure you want seconds? You're not in a calorie deficit crisis, you know."

Laughter.

A flash of eyes dragging down your body like you were less human, more spectacle. You'd smiled. Brushed it off. Pretended it was fine. But that sick, familiar churn settled in your stomach afterward. Like shame. Like defeat.

You didn't cry then.

But now? Alone in your room, shadows stretching long across the walls, you sat on the edge of your mattress and let yourself unravel, just a little.  

The door creaked open. You froze, wiping your face quickly.

"Hey," Kuina's voice came, soft and cautious. "Can I come in?"

You nodded, though you didn't look up.

She crossed the room with that casual grace of hers, crouching in front of you. She wore her bikini with pride. As she should. Long legs, toned stomach, not an ounce of fat to be seen. She was beautiful. Always.

"You left dinner early," she said.

"Wasn't hungry."

Kuina tilted her head. "You always have room for miso soup."

You didn't answer.

She studied you for a moment. Then, gently, she reached out and rested her hand on your knee. "Who was it this time?" she asked.

Your throat closed up. You shook your head, avoiding to look her in the eyes. "Doesn't matter."

"Yeah, it does."

Silence. You didn't want to say it aloud, but it slipped out anyway. Quiet. Broken. "Everyone looks at me like I don't belong here."

Kuina's brows furrowed. She leaned in, still gentle, like you were something precious that might break if handled wrong. 

"I see the way they stare," you continued, voice trembling. "Like I'm lazy. Like I don't deserve to survive. Like I'm just some fat burden who's going to slow them down."

Kuina's expression darkened—not at you, never at you, but at the people who made you feel that way. Her hand slid up your arm, warm and grounding.

"They don't get to decide your worth."

You looked at her, finally. "Then why does it hurt so much?"

Her gaze softened. "Because you're human. And you're used to this world trying to shrink you down to something it finds easier to swallow."

She sat beside you on the mattress, shoulder to shoulder.

"But they don't know you like I do," she said. "They don't know how you survived that Hearts game with no weapons. They don't know how you comforted that girl who was crying even when you were scared. They don't know the way your laugh makes things feel lighter, or how beautiful you are when you let yourself just be."

You scoffed. "Beautiful? That's a stretch."

Kuina turned toward you, expression firm. "No, it's not. You've got stretch marks, sure. But they're like tattoos that prove you've lived. You've grown. You've survived."

She reached for your hand and placed it gently on your own stomach.

"This? This isn't shameful. This is soft, yeah. But it's comfort. Warmth. A body that keeps you alive. A body I care about. A body I want."

You stared at her. "You… want this?"

"I want you," she said, voice unwavering. "Every dimple. Every roll. Every mark. I don't want some airbrushed version of you. I want the version who's real. Who feels everything deeply. Who still shows up even when the world tries to make them disappear."

Your breath caught. The room went still.

Then she smiled, small, sincere.

"And for the record," she added, brushing a thumb under your eye, "I'd knock out anyone who says otherwise."

That made you laugh. A quiet, shaky laugh that tasted like release.

She leaned in and kissed your forehead, then your cheek, then paused, giving you the choice.

When you tilted your head and met her lips, you felt something shift. Not just in your chest, but in your skin. Like for the first time in a long time, it wasn't something to hide, it was something that deserved to be held.

Later, as you lay together on the mattress, her arm draped over your soft belly and her fingers tracing the lines on your skin like a map, Kuina whispered:

"You don't have to change for this world. Let's change how it sees you instead."

And in that moment, maybe for the first time, you believed it was possible.

Mira

The rooftop was one of the only quiet places at the Beach. A slice of sky and silence above all the noise. 

That's why you liked it. You could breathe here. You didn't have to worry about how many eyes were on you, or whether your body was taking up too much space on a sun chair, or whether someone would snicker if you reached for more food in the cafeteria.

Still, even here, the words from earlier clung to your skin like sweat.

"No offense, but this isn't exactly a cruise ship. We do have limited resources." "You sure you can keep up in a game? You're not exactly built for cardio."

Laughter.

Like your worth was measured in inches. Like your body was something to apologize for.

You hated how much it got to you. But it did. It always did.

You sat on the edge of the roof, looking out at the sunset, trying to think of anything else. That's when you heard her voice.

"Beautiful view."

You turned — Mira stood behind you, arms folded, fan clutched into one hand. She was always so… elegant. Everything about her radiated control. Even barefoot, she looked like she belonged on a throne.

You stiffened, unsure why she was talking to you. Executives didn't just wander up to random players. Least of all you.

"I didn't mean to take up space," you mumbled.

Mira tilted her head. "Why would you think you're taking up space?"

You swallowed. "Because… I kind of am."

She stepped closer, graceful as ever. "So is everyone else. That's what space is for."

Her tone wasn't cruel, but it cut through you. Not because it hurt, but because it felt like truth. She sat beside you, close enough that your thighs nearly touched.

"You seem to hide from people," she said, almost amused.

You gave a dry laugh. "They usually make me wish I could disappear, so… yeah. Hiding is easier."

"Why?" she asked, turning slightly to look at you. "Because you're soft? Bigger?"

The words hit harder coming from someone like her — so calm, so perceptive. But she didn't say it with judgment. It was… curiosity.

"Because people make it a joke," you admitted, quietly. "Like I'm always one breath away from being a punchline. I feel like when people see me, all they see is fat. Not a person. Just… too much."

Mira was silent for a long moment.

"And yet, here you are. Surviving. Watching the sunset. Thinking deeply. Most of the people here only think in panic."

You looked at her, surprised.

She smiled faintly. "Do you know how rare that is? To stay soft in a world like this?"

You blinked. "Soft isn't exactly valued here."

"Mm. Only by the wrong people." She leaned in, her voice dipping lower. "The ones who think being sharp means being cruel. That a strong body is always a thin one. But strength comes in many forms."

She reached out, slowly, and placed her hand over yours. Her fingers were delicate but firm.

"I've watched you. Quiet, observant. You don't scream for attention, but you notice everything. And you endure every sideways glance, every whispered comment, without lashing out."

You stared at her. "That's not strength. That's just… survival."

Mira's smile widened. "Isn't that what strength is? Surviving, even when the world tells you you're not meant to?"

You didn't know what to say. Your throat felt tight.

Then she leaned closer, until her lips brushed your ear. "Let them laugh. Let them stare. Their vision is limited. I've always had better sight."

Your heart stuttered.

"And what do you see?" you whispered.

She pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. "I see someone real. With a body that deserves touch, not ridicule. Someone who's endured so much and still sits here, beautiful in ways most people are too dull to notice."

Your chest ached with something warm. Something unfamiliar.

Then she rose, elegant as always, and extended her hand.

"Come. Walk with me."

You hesitated. "Why?"

"Because I don't think you've ever had someone look at you and not see a problem," she said. "It's time someone showed you, you're not one."

And when you took her hand, hesitant, unsure, she laced her fingers through yours like it was the most natural thing in the world.

She didn't lead you into a spotlight. She walked beside you. As an equal.

And for the first time, maybe ever, you started to believe that your softness wasn't a flaw — it was something rare. Something strong. Something beautiful.

Because if someone like Mira could see it… maybe it had been there all along.

Aguni

The pool's surface was still, reflecting the faint shimmer of moonlight and distant stars. You sat on the edge, legs dangling above the water, trying to shake the weight of the day. The voices from earlier echoed in your mind. Not their exact words, but the sting of their judgment. The way they glanced at you, the way their laughter felt like it was aimed at your body, at your very presence.

You remembered how their eyes seemed to measure you, like you were a problem to be solved or a joke to be told. You tried to laugh it off, but inside, the ache settled deeper. It wasn't just what they said, it was what they implied: that you were too much, too slow, too big to survive here. That your body was a burden, something to be tolerated.

You pulled your knees closer, your fingers tracing the cold edge of the pool. The night was quiet except for the faint hum of distant conversations and the gentle ripple of water.

Then, from behind you, a calm voice broke through the silence.

"Who said it?" His voice cut through the night air, making you freeze. You'd barely ever talked to him, only once when you played a game together, the Seven of Diamonds.

Yet you didn't need to turn around to know who the voice belonged to.

"What?" you asked, confused and intimidated, turning around and looking up at Aguni with unsure eyes.

His sharp, unwavering gaze locked on yours.

"You came back different," he said, sitting down at the edge next to you. "Not hurt. Just… shrinking. Like you are trying to take up less space."

Your mouth felt dry. "It's nothing. Just… people being assholes."

"Say their names."

You hesitated. "Why?"

"Because I've heard enough to know when someone's talking out of their own insecurity. And I'm not gonna let that sit in your head like it belongs there."

His tone wasn't cruel. It was solid. Like a wall being built around you, not to trap you but to keep the world out.

Still, shame clung to you. "It's fine. I know I don't look like someone who belongs in survival games. I'm not lean. I'm not fast. And yeah… I'm bigger. It's not exactly a mystery."

Aguni stepped closer. His size made most people flinch, but you didn't. Not because you weren't nervous, but because there was no threat in him when he looked at you.

"I was built bigger too," he said quietly. "When I was a kid, I got called names. Tank. Ogre. Cow. People used to grab my arms just to joke about how thick they were, like I was too much to fit in a normal world."

You looked up at him, surprised.

"They thought I was slow. Dumb. Clumsy. No one saw what I could become. Just what I looked like."

His voice dipped, quieter now.

"They didn't laugh when I joined the military. When I earned every scar. When I outlasted them all."

Silence. The weight of that stayed heavy between you, but not in a crushing way. In a grounding way.

Aguni crossed his arms, his biceps flexing under his sweat-slicked skin.

"They don't see what I see in you."

Your breath caught. "What do you see?"

"Someone who shows up," he said, matter-of-fact. "Even when people tear you down. Someone who doesn't quit, even when they think you should. That kind of resilience? That's rare."

You swallowed hard. Your eyes burned.

"People think softness means weakness. But it doesn't. It just means you've got a body that holds more. More feeling. More depth. More history."

You let out a shaky breath. "So I'm just… supposed to ignore the stares? The jokes?"

Aguni stepped close enough for his presence to shield you from the world.

"No," he said. "You're supposed to outlast them. Like I did."

He reached out — slowly, giving you room — and touched your side, right where your shirt hugged your waist. His hand was warm, steady.

"I'd rather stand beside someone who's real than someone who hides behind a six-pack and fear."

You laughed, tearful but genuine.

Then, his voice softened, barely audible. "And for what it's worth… I wouldn't want less of you."

You froze. "You… wouldn't?"

He looked you dead in the eyes. "No. Not one inch."

And somehow, that hit harder than any insult ever could, because it was true. It wasn't laced with pity or sugar-coating. It was Aguni. Brutal honesty, forged into something gentle just for you.

And when he opened his arms, offering something wordless but full, you stepped into them.

And for the first time in days, you didn't feel too big.

You just felt safe.

Niragi

You weren't built for the Spades games. Not physically.

Every time the siren rang and the symbol of Spades lit up on a card, your stomach twisted with dread. You knew what the whispers said.

"They're gonna slow us down." "Wonder how they made it this far — sat on someone, maybe?"

Their laughter echoed even when you were alone.

You weren't weak. Hell no. You were one of the best Diamonds players at The Beach. Niragi himself had admitted it, grudgingly, but it happened. "They're smart. Cold and fast when it counts. I like that." 

You remembered how he'd said it after you pulled a winning move that cost an arrogant player his shot at a game win. But it didn't matter. Not really. Not when people only saw your big belly, your soft arms, your thick thighs and stretch-marked hips. Not when they thought your fat meant you were less.

Then there was Niragi.

Untouchable. Dangerous. Beautiful in that knife's edge way, all fire and fury and cruel smirks. You had no idea why he didn't call you out like the others. Maybe he just didn't care. Maybe he was bored.

But it wasn't boredom the day everything cracked.

It was a supply run. Five of you. You, two random Beach members, a girl from the militants, and Niragi. 

The moment you picked up a bottle of water and put it in your pack, one of the guys — some skinny kid with too much nerve and not enough brains — snorted behind you.

"Damn, save some for the rest of us. We trying to live past tomorrow, not feed a goddamn bear."

The girl snickered. "She probably ate her last partner. That's how she keeps surviving."

You froze, hands tightening around the strap of your pack. You didn't say anything. What could you say that wouldn't get turned into more mockery?

Then came Niragi's voice.

Lethal. Low.

"The fuck did you just say?"

You didn't turn. You felt it. That silence. That crackling heat he always brought with him before something or someone burned.

The guy laughed nervously. "C'mon man, we're just messing around. No harm."

"No harm?" Niragi stepped closer. You heard his boots crunch the rubble. "You talk like that again and I'll show you harm."

"Jesus, dude, calm—"

There was a gunshot.

You yelped and flinched, turning just in time to see Niragi's flare gun fired into the wall beside the guy's head. Smoke hissed from the burn.

"Next time," Niragi whispered, voice low enough to chill you. "It won't miss."

The guy scrambled back. The girl had gone pale.

You stared at Niragi, heart pounding.

He looked at you. Really looked. Not at your body. Not the way others did, mocking, condescending, scanning for flaws. He looked at you.

"You don't ever talk to them like that again," he said to the others, but his eyes never left yours.

Later, back at The Beach, you found yourself alone on the rooftop. The sun was setting, bleeding orange and red into the broken cityscape. You didn't hear Niragi until he dropped beside you, legs sprawled out, gun resting casually across his lap.

"You okay?" he asked, voice more quiet than usual.

You nodded. "I'm fine."

"Bullshit."

You swallowed.

"I'm used to it," you whispered. "I've always been… the fat one. In school. At work. Here, too. It doesn't matter how smart I am. How many games I win. They just see—"

"A target."

You blinked at him.

He was staring at the horizon, jaw clenched.

"That's what they saw when they looked at me. Back then. Just a weak little freak with fucked up teeth and bruises on his face. Someone to hurt."

You didn't know what to say.

"I got sick of it," he continued. "So I became the one they couldn't touch."

You were quiet for a moment.

"Why me?" you asked, voice small. "Why defend me?"

He looked at you then. Really looked.

"Because I see what they don't."

You stared at him.

"You're brilliant in games," he said, leaning closer. "Cold when it matters. Kind when it shouldn't. And strong. You carry more than they ever could."

He touched your thigh, not in a pervy way, just resting his hand there. Heavy. Grounding.

"And you're beautiful."

You blinked, scoffing. "Yeah, right."

"I don't joke," he said, serious now. "You think I'm the kind of guy who wastes time on people I don't want around?"

Your breath caught.

"You're not weak," he said softly. "You're fucking radiant. And if anyone tries to say otherwise — they answer to me."

From then on, the whispers died down.

Nobody dared to speak against you anymore. Not when Niragi hovered behind you in meetings. Not when his hand would linger on your lower back as you walked by. Not when you leaned against him after games, sweaty and exhausted, and he didn't flinch away. He pulled you closer.

Sometimes he'd catch you staring at yourself in broken mirrors, tugging at your shirt, hiding your belly.

And each time, he'd step behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, press his cheek against your soft shoulder, and whisper:

"They don't get to define you. Only you do. And I see someone fucking unforgettable."

Last Boss

The Beach wasn't paradise.

It was heat, sweat, suspicion. Eyes always watching. Voices always judging. Everyone trying to act like they weren't on the brink of losing their minds — or already had. You tried to keep your head down, to stay small even though you never could.

You were bigger than most, full-bodied in a way no one tried to hide their stares at. Not in this place.

The stretch of your skin, the round softness of your belly, the way your thighs touched when you walked. Here, those things were fuel. For whispers. For jokes. For cruelty.

Someone at the communal table once joked that you'd eat the food stores dry before the next game. Laughter followed like it was nothing.

Another guy laughed so hard he nearly spilled his water: "Can they even run? Bet their thighs start a fire when they move."

And it hurt, like everything else here. But you didn't fight back. You just turned away. You always did.

You'd retreat to quiet corners when you could, seeking silence, or pretending not to notice the mocking glances when shirts clung too tightly after a game or when you had to catch your breath faster than the others.

But he was always there — Last Boss.

Silent. Tattooed. An unspoken warning to anyone who crossed his path. They called him a psycho. A killer. But he wasn't cruel like the others. At least not to you.

You never spoke much. Not that you could, he barely spoke at all. But he watched. From the shadows. From the corner of rooms. From the edge of the games. You'd catch him staring sometimes. Not like the others. It wasn't disgust.

It was... attention. Still. Direct. Real. Like he saw you, and wasn't afraid of what he saw.

It wasn't until the 5 of Clubs game, a horrible, team-based death trap, that everything changed. A skinny man with sharp teeth and a sharper tongue was on your team. And he made sure to make his opinions loud.

"We don't need extra weight slowing us down."

He laughed right in your face, his voice echoing through the abandoned building.

"Hope you last more than ten minutes, fat-ass. I ain't dying for someone who can't fit through a fucking doorway."

You flinched. You wanted to cry, or scream. But you just stood there.

And then, movement. Fast. Blinding.

A flash of a sword.

And the guy was on his knees, bleeding. 

Not dead, but silenced. Not from pain, but from shock.

Last Boss stood over him. Sword held low. Breathing slow.

"You talk again," he said, voice like gravel, "and I take your tongue."

The room was silent. Even the other players backed off.

Later that night, by the dim flicker of torches near the Beach's outer fence, you found yourself alone with him.

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, sleeveless jacket open, tattoos swirling over lean, deadly muscle. You felt huge next to him. Like a planet orbiting something colder and stronger.

"I'm used to it," you muttered, arms around your waist. "People saying stuff."

He didn't respond.

"I know I'm not..." You swallowed. "Not built for this place."

Still nothing.

"I don't blame them."

Silence again. And then:

"You believe them?" His voice was quiet. Rough.

You looked up, blinking. "What?"

He turned to face you fully. His eyes were strange. Intense and wild, but not cruel. Never cruel.

"Aphrodite," he said, like it was some long-lost code. "The goddess."

You furrowed your brow. "Yeah?"

"People want to believe she was thin. A fantasy. Small. Fragile." His eyes moved over you, slowly, with weight. "That's not how she was. How I see her."

Your breath caught.

"She had hips. Thighs. A belly. Something to hold. Something real. That's beauty. Not skin over bone. You..."

He stepped closer.

"You have an Aphrodite body."

Your throat closed.

He reached out slowly, letting his hand rest at your waist. His thumb brushing the curve of your belly, your side, the places you always tried to hide. And there was no hesitation in him. No disgust. Just wanting.

"Something soft in a world this hard?" he murmured. "That's rare."

You couldn't breathe. You couldn't move.

"People mock what they fear," he added. "They fear what they can't break. And you? You've survived more than they know."

Your lip trembled.

"You're still here," he said. "Still standing. That makes you strong. That makes you more than beautiful."

You whispered, "You really think that?"

He nodded once, slow. And his forehead touched yours.

And for a moment, the world — the games, the death, the cruelty — faded.

You weren't too much.

You weren't a joke.

You were seen.

Held. Wanted. Revered.

Just like a goddess.

Chishiya 

The Beach was a cage, but one made of people. It was impossible to hide from the eyes that judged, from the whispers that followed every step you took.

It didn't matter how many times you tried to remind yourself it didn't matter, that you'd been through worse, that you were tougher than they all thought.

It still hurt.

They called you "big," "slow," "lazy," "useless." You hated it. Every day felt like a reminder that you were something they tolerated only because they had no choice. You'd get by — by keeping your head low, hiding the parts of yourself you knew others saw as flaws.

But no matter how much you tried to shrink yourself, the comments still found a way to hit.

"You sure you can run with that belly?" a guy sneered, his voice loud enough for half the Beach to hear.

Another player snickered. "They'll eat us all out of house and home, won't they?"

"Good luck, fatty," someone else added, his voice dripping with mockery. "Maybe your thighs will catch fire from friction before the game even starts."

A chuckle from a nearby group, followed by a few more words that hit you like stones.

"They'll never make it past the next game. You see them? They can't even climb a wall properly."

Each word felt like a punch. Each laugh a slap in the face. You held your breath, willing yourself not to show how deeply it all hurt, but it was getting harder. You stood there, rooted in place, forcing yourself to ignore the cruel faces staring you down.

You couldn't escape. And you didn't have the strength to fight back.

But then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw him.

Chishiya.

He'd been sitting in the shade of the wooden deck, watching, as always, with that same cool, aloof expression. His silver hair hung just past his eyes, those cold, calculating eyes that seemed to see right through people. And he was still watching.

But today, something in the way he watched shifted.

The moment the words were spoken, the moment you felt yourself shrinking into the ground, Chishiya stood up. His movements were fluid, almost lazy, but there was something deliberate in the way he walked toward you. His gaze never left yours as he cut through the crowd like a sharp blade.

You tried to pull yourself together, but the tears stung, and your chest tightened. The last thing you wanted was anyone to see you break, especially not someone like Chishiya.

But as he got closer, you realized he wasn't just walking toward you, he was walking toward them.

The players, the cruel faces.

They fell silent the moment he approached, and there was a palpable shift in the air.

"What was that?" Chishiya's voice was as smooth as ever, but his tone carried a subtle weight that made the group hesitate. He tilted his head slightly, as though he wasn't sure whether they were mocking you or testing him.

The guy who had mocked you earlier flushed. "What's it to you, Chishiya? Just a joke."

"A joke?" Chishiya repeated, his voice never rising, but there was an edge there now. "So you make fun of someone because of their body? You think it's funny?"

There was a moment of awkward silence. No one seemed to know how to respond, and for the first time, you felt the balance of power shift. They were intimidated.

Not by you.

By him.

Chishiya looked back at you, his eyes unreadable, but there was something there. Something in the way he looked at you, not with pity, not with judgment, just... observation.

"You're wasting time." He said it as if he were bored, but there was no mistaking the way he stood between you and the others, a barrier of ice. "They're still here. Still alive. So what does that make you?"

The group shifted uncomfortably, one of the guys even backing away. They didn't know how to deal with this version of Chishiya. The one who wasn't just clever and calculating, but who had a sharp sense of right and wrong.

He turned back to you then, his eyes softening slightly.

"Don't listen to them," he said simply, his words cutting through the air with a surprising tenderness. "They're just mad they don't get it."

You didn't know how to respond. The sting of their words was still fresh, like an open wound, but Chishiya's presence was a kind of shield, one that made it feel like the world could just be a little bit more bearable.

"They're not worth your time," he added, in that same cool tone.

You swallowed, trying to keep your voice steady. "I'm used to it."

"Clearly," Chishiya replied, his voice lowering. "But you shouldn't be."

You couldn't help but glance down at yourself. Your rounded belly, the stretch marks you hated, the soft flesh that didn't belong in this world of sharp edges and survival instincts.

For a long moment, Chishiya didn't say anything. He just studied you, his eyes scanning you like he was trying to figure out a puzzle, but there was no judgment. Just that cold curiosity of someone who was used to seeing what others couldn't.

"Do you know why they do that?" he asked, his voice unusually soft now, like he was offering you something fragile.

You shook your head, the lump in your throat making it hard to speak.

"They do it because they're afraid of something they can't understand," he explained, his eyes drifting over you. "You're different. You're... something they can't figure out. And that scares them."

He stepped closer to you, his presence calming despite the intensity of his gaze.

"You're strong. Not because you look like them, but because you don't." He paused. "They're small. You're not. And that scares them."

You felt something in your chest loosen, just a little. Maybe it was the way he spoke. The way he never once pitied you, never once suggested you were anything less than strong, than capable.

Chishiya tilted his head, his eyes scanning the horizon like he was thinking something through, then turned back to you.

"The Queen doesn't win because she's the smallest," he said, almost casually. "She wins because she's the most adaptable. You've been underestimated your whole life. That's your advantage. Keep playing the game."

You blinked, taking a moment to process his words.

"Is that your way of saying I'm... beautiful?" you teased, a small, shy smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

Chishiya met your gaze and gave you a brief, almost imperceptible smile in return.

"I'm not saying you're just pretty," he replied, his tone as dry as ever. "But I'm saying you're stronger than they'll ever understand. And that's far more useful."

The words were blunt, but there was no mistaking the weight they carried. In that moment, it felt like you weren't just another piece in the game anymore. You weren't just the joke.

You were someone.

Usagi

The game was over. You had survived.

That was supposed to mean something.

But as you walked beside Usagi along the dark, overgrown path back to the Beach, all you could think about was the sting in your chest that had nothing to do with running or climbing or the bruises forming along your shoulder.

It was their voices that echoed louder than the gunfire.

"Try not to get stuck in the tunnel, pig." "You're not exactly built for survival out here." "Bet they only keep you around in case food runs out, huh?"

Laughter. Always laughter. Like your body, your existence, was some tragic comedy they couldn't resist mocking.

And you had laughed, too. Because what else could you do when your heart wanted to fall out of your chest?

Now, the silence between you and Usagi stretched long. She was ahead of you slightly, moonlight brushing across her shoulders. She was quiet — she usually was — but tonight it felt louder.

You hated how slow you were walking. You hated that you were slowing her down. You hated that your thighs ached and your shirt clung to your body, making you hyper-aware of every bounce, every roll, every jiggle you knew they had seen, judged, back there.

You hated how much you hated yourself.

"Hey," Usagi said suddenly, glancing back. "You okay?"

You forced a nod.

She didn't buy it. She never did.

A few more steps, then she slowed down until you were side by side. Her presence, solid and calm, was somehow heavier than words.

"I know what they said," she murmured.

You looked away. "Yeah. Well. They're not wrong."

She stopped walking.

So you stopped too.

Usagi turned to face you, her expression unreadable in the moonlight. "What do you mean, they're not wrong?"

You gave a dry, bitter laugh. "I am slower. I do get tired quicker. I do eat more than they think I should. I'm not strong or fast like you. Or —"

"Stop," she said, quiet but firm.

You blinked.

Usagi stepped closer. "You survived. We survived. Not because of how fast we were. Not because of how we looked. Because we fought through it. Because you kept going, even when they made it harder."

"I kept going because I didn't want to die," you muttered.

"That's the point."

She took your hand gently, like it wasn't something she was entitled to, but something she wanted to offer.

"I know it hurts when people make you feel like your body—your existence—is wrong. Like you're just… taking up space."

You swallowed. Hard.

She looked up at you, voice softer now. "But I never thought that. Not once."

You opened your mouth to argue, to deflect, but nothing came out.

Usagi continued, fingers lacing with yours. "You're strong in ways they can't see. You feel everything. You notice when people are hurting. You carry shame that isn't even yours to carry and still keep walking. That's not weakness. That's… that's power, in a way they'll never understand."

You stared at her. She wasn't one for speeches, but every word came out clean and true. No frills. No pity. Just honesty.

"But I am big," you said quietly, half ashamed. "I know I'm not easy to… love."

Usagi's gaze didn't waver. ""No weight, scars, or disabilities decide your worth. Being bigger or being different doesn't make you less easy to love. You don't have to shrink yourself for me. Or for anyone."

Her thumb brushed the back of your hand.

"I don't want you despite your body. I want you with your body. All of it. The parts that jiggle when you laugh. The stretch marks that show you've lived. The softness that makes people underestimate you… but not me."

The wind rustled through the trees. You weren't sure how long you stood there.

Then, she leaned in and rested her forehead against yours.

"You don't have to fight them alone," she whispered.

And for the first time in days, the weight in your chest loosened.

You were still big. Still soft. Still everything they ridiculed. But here, in the quiet, with Usagi holding your hand like it mattered, you felt held. Seen. Not like a burden, but like a person. Like someone worth protecting. Worth loving.

And when you finally walked forward again, she stayed beside you the whole way.

Arisu 

The Beach was a strange kind of place. People were supposed to fight, survive, and get by, but there was an unspoken rule about how to look while doing it. Everyone had their role to play, and in this world of games and survival, your body seemed to mark you with a label. You were too big, too soft. Too visible, in a way that left people uncomfortable.

No matter how hard you tried to fit in, to shrink yourself, to make yourself less of a target, it never worked.

Someone always had something to say.

"You're gonna eat everyone's rations today, huh?" a voice called from behind you as you walked to the dining hall. The words were light, but laced with that familiar mockery.

Your face burned as you kept your gaze on the ground, trying not to show how it made your stomach twist. You tried to walk a little faster, but you could still hear the snickering, feel the weight of their eyes following you.

"Wouldn't want to get stuck with them in a game. They'd be too slow."

You were used to it by now, the cruel words that followed you everywhere.

It was easier to keep your head down. To pretend you didn't hear it. To shrink, to hide.

But then a voice broke through the noise, and for a second, everything went quiet.

"Hey," Arisu said, his voice gentle, but firm. He'd been sitting on a bench nearby, watching the scene unfold with an expression that mirrored his usual mix of warmth and quiet resolve. His eyes, always so soft and open, were now locked on the people who had made their cruel remarks.

They all turned, suddenly realizing that Arisu, was watching them.

"Are you seriously making fun of someone for existing?" he asked, his tone blunt, though there was no malice in it. Just a quiet disbelief that anyone would act so callously.

The group of players shifted uncomfortably, none of them meeting his gaze. It wasn't like the others, who might've tried to defend themselves with sarcasm or insults. They were silent. Ashamed.

Arisu stood up slowly, walking over to you, his expression still soft, but his presence radiating warmth. There was no anger in his eyes, but something deeper, a kindness that felt almost protective.

He didn't say anything for a moment, just stood next to you, giving you the space to breathe, to settle the quiet storm that had been brewing in your chest since the comments started. It was rare for Arisu to get involved in something like this, but it wasn't out of a need to prove anything. He didn't need to. It was just who he was.

Finally, he turned toward the others, his gaze steady. "You think what they look like has anything to do with who they are?" he asked, a soft but insistent question.

The group of players just stared at him, their faces pale, knowing they couldn't answer without looking foolish. But Arisu wasn't interested in them anymore. He turned his attention back to you, his eyes softening.

"Don't let them get to you," he said quietly, his words like a warm hand on your shoulder. "I don't care what anyone says. I've seen what you're capable of. You're one of the strongest people here, and no one can take that away from you."

You felt the weight of those words settle in your chest, grounding you, filling you with a sense of validation you hadn't known you needed until that moment. The cruel voices faded into the background as Arisu's presence surrounded you like a quiet shield.

"I know it's hard," he continued, his voice gentle but firm. "But you're not alone. Not here. Not with me."

You wanted to say something, anything, but the lump in your throat made it impossible to speak. So instead, you just nodded, letting the sincerity in his voice sink into your skin.

Arisu wasn't like the others. He didn't judge. He didn't laugh or mock. He just cared. And in this place, where so many of the people you met seemed to forget how to be kind, his warmth felt like a light in the dark.

He gave you a small, reassuring smile, that trademark Arisu smile that made you feel like everything would be okay, even in the worst of circumstances.

And then, before you could say anything back, he added, "You're beautiful, you know. Real beauty. The kind that matters."

You blinked, caught off guard by the softness of his words. His eyes were gentle, not flirtatious, not condescending — just genuine. Like he saw something in you that was too often overlooked.

"Real beauty?" you whispered, unsure whether you had heard him right.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "Not the kind people talk about when they think about being perfect. But the kind that's strong, the kind that endures. That's the beauty I see."

For a moment, you couldn't speak. His words wrapped around you like a blanket, soothing a wound you hadn't even realized was still there.

"I'm not perfect," you said softly, still trying to process the weight of what he was saying.

Arisu smiled again, that gentle, quiet smile. "Who is?"

His response was so simple, but so profound, that it left you breathless.

"You're not here to be perfect. You're here to be you. And that's more than enough."

You couldn't remember the last time someone had said something so reassuring, so real. You had always felt like you needed to apologize for being yourself, for taking up space, for existing in a way that didn't fit into their narrow definition of what was worthy. But Arisu was showing you, in his quiet, thoughtful way, that there was nothing to apologize for.

In a world full of people who judged and belittled, he was a reminder that kindness — real, unspoken kindness — was the only thing that mattered.

Arisu stepped back slightly, his hand resting on your shoulder for just a brief second before he pulled away, offering you a gentle, encouraging smile.

"You're not alone," he repeated, his words so sincere you could feel them in your bones. "And I'll always be here if you need someone to remind you of that."

And for the first time in a long while, you felt like you didn't have to shrink anymore. Because in Arisu's eyes, you were enough. Exactly as you were.

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Going to SixFlags With Them!

Requested? : Nope Type? : Headcannon-ish & Fluff Word Count? : around 2.1k Includes: Chishiya, Kuina, Karube, Arisu, Ann, Chota, & Usagi!

A/N: black & gender neutral reader strikes once again

Chishiya

Doesn't go on rides out of his own free will so you force him to get on with you.

Will not scream, he's not that scared but will cling to you during all drops and going upside down.

Once the coaster comes to a stop he locks in like nothing happened. Yet his heart is pounding against his chest like crazy and sweat is clinging to the back of his neck.

If the roller coaster had a feature where it takes a picture mid drop he'll usher you away from the stand 'cause he knows he looks ridiculous, and does not want you to see that.

His hair is everywhere from the wind whipping it around, he's clinging to you for dear life, and to top it off he's wearing a pained expression on his face with his eyes shut.

After that rides are off limits, for him at least. If you wanna go on a ride he'll follow behind and watch you from the side lines sucking in small but sharp breaths after every spin your section goes through.

And when you walk towards the exit with a bright yet frazzled expression he looks at you sideways. You just got off a free-fly ride and you're smiling saying you wanna go again... 💔

Has no favorite ride but enjoys scamming the people who run those carnival games out of prizes for you.

Kuina

I can definitely see her being a roller coaster fiend. Either she's been on every single coaster at least 3 times (even the ones for kids) or willing to try. She'll see thee biggest coaster you've been met with and goes,

"WE should go on this one! It's even a two seater so we can be together!" with a small smile on her face.

You WILL go on at least 1 ride with her, there's no escaping it. She'll lure you one way or another. The most common way (and yes this is a common occurrence) is by going on the carousel or any tame ride really, taking sweet pictures of you two, and even buying you cotton candy to share! Then suddenly you're standing in line for a ride called "Wrath of The Booty Tickler (New, Remastered)" in all bright red capital letters.

How is it remastered and new at the same time..? They just be naming attractions anything these days...🥀✌🏾

Then has the gull to pull some shii like "C'mon you only live once!!" when you're already buckled in the ride.

Just kidding...kinda, but you'll definitely be mad at her after. During this, she's buying you everything from a simple bracelet that you eyed at the souvenir shop to buying you more flash passes for your favorite rides.

Will make it up to you by the end of the day, thankfully. Not really wanting to deal with your fury on the way home.

"Bae please don't be mad at me, 'm sorry...We can go on the carousel again, yeah?"

Her favorite ride would be something like the Sky Striker.

Karube

Will insist that he's sooo nonchalant during roller coasters. Randomly dropped the 'fact' that he doesn't scream, flinch, or does anything really during the rides.

Yet as you settle down into your seat and fasten your seat belt Karube turns to you. "Hey I don't think my belt is tight enough..." you look down and the seat belt is SQUEEZING THE FAWK out of his waist.

"Karube...if you don't un-tighten that damn seat belt. Now if we hit a corner and you go flying out this cart, I'ma...I'ma laugh actually."

His face goes pale and starts to sweat as he fixes it as quickly as he can before staff can come around and help.

"Ha, yeah just can never be too safe y'know." He says trailing off.

Que the ride starting up and he flinches. Almost seemingly instinctively grabs the bar in front of him as the cart jerks forward.

You note mentally that if he screams during any part of this ride you will be holding this over his head for as long as he walks this earth.

As the tension builds going up the tracks Karube breath starts to hitch. Turning to you he confesses.

"I-I kinda lied about not being...oh shit..." He murmurs, registering how high you really are.

He's just about screaming bloody murder as the coaster comes down from it's peak full speed. Hitting all of it's sharp turns, screams and shouts of excitement engulf your ears. Karube who was still right next to you hadn't stopped screaming since the ride dropped. Only thing that had changed was the pitch of each scream that had ripped out his throat.

As the ride skidded to a stop you turned to Karube, breath ragged as he looks near if not shell shocked.

"So...was it good for you." you smirk.

"Oh my god, don't."

As scary as he is I feel like his favorite ride would be Superman.

Arisu

Arisu is normal when it comes to most coasters. Likes them to an extent, if he sees some shii like the Joker doing front flips, backflips, 'n a double back handspring, he's out.

He likes the rollers coasters with carts, they have seatbelts, a solid ground, and those waist guards or whatever they're called. Those three things are the absolute minimum for him. He does not wanna risk being flung out mid ride. Extra points if they have railing on the sides.

Anything where your feet are dangling off with no support, he'll be cringing the whole time. Flight X is a great example, not only are your feet freely dangling but throughout the ride you'll be going close to the ground and through buildings. While you know you're obviously not gonna hit anything, the feeling of being so close to the object makes you cringe and curl up.

In a way it's like flinching when somebody fake punches you. 😭

If YOU go on any of these rides, his ass is praying to whoever is up in the sky. Desperately wants to look away 'cause he's cringing so bad but can't. Feel like if he looks away something will happen. The paranoia is real.

He's so tense, shoulders raised, one hand is making a fist as the other is between his teeth, grimace reaching every part of his face, and even curling his toes in his shoes. 💔

As the ride comes to a complete stop and you step off, he silently wishes he wasn't in public right now so he crumple to the floor in relief.

As for his favorite ride, it'll be 'The Viper'.

Ann

My nonchalant queen locks in every coaster. The most of a reaction you'll get out of her is a furrowed brow and maybe a deep breath before a drop.

She's the most rational when it comes to getting on rides.

"There's really no reason to be scared. Only reason you are is because of the unrealistic 'what ifs' you conjure up in your head."

She knows there's a tiny possibility things could go wrong so she conducts her own little inspections during the wait. She doesn't want to scare you out of having fun but will let you know if somethings catching her eye.

"We might not want to sit in the front, the buckles don't fully close up there."

"I sure was about to go in the front too... Thanks."

"Of course..."

Nodding slightly she pushes up her shades and grabs your hand, leading you to the back-ish section of the ride. Even doing the honors of buckling you in before herself.

Completely understands if you were scared, she'll let you hold her hand on the rides as tight as you want. If you feel the need to go as far as needing to leave the line or just get out altogether, she'll be right with you.

She'll distract you from what you were worrying about so fast you'll forget all about the ride. Every once and awhile in the middle of your conversations she'll slip in some advice to sooth your nerves.

She'll hit you with a calm lil,

"Being scared about getting on rollercoasters are fairly common. So there's no need to feel embarrassed if you can't do it, I really don't mind..."

or

"I would never force you to do something your afraid of. I enjoy myself doing anything with you, truly."

Her favorite ride is actually the carousel !

Tatta

Now enough about roller coasters 'n whatnot let's get to the waterpark hehe.

Literally hates roller coasters but will dive head first with perfect form into a pool.

Dead ahh thinks he's an Olympic swimmer when he slaps on some goggles, and a swim cap. He looks cute in it though, so he gets a pass.

Will beg you to go down at least one attraction with him. Specifically, the tornado. If you're only gonna do one thing with him you're "going big or going home" he says.

After he'll try to go on every attraction possible and every time asks you to watch him.

istg you'll be at that damn surfing simulator watching him ride waves shakily for at least an hour before he drags you to something else.

But surprisingly, people get tired easily when they're walking around and swimming back to back! Who would've thought! This time you're doing the dragging and you drag him onto a floaty in the lazy river. For the rest of your time there you float to and fro from each other until the sun starts to set.

Tropical drink in hand of course.

His favorite attraction would either be 'Surf Rider' or 'Paradise Plunge & Riptide'

Chota

I feel he doesn't really like roller coasters or the waterpark but leans towards walking around (ironically enough), trying food, and seeing entertainment.

Now I personally haven't went to any entertainment places so I don't know what they do in there so I'm purely guessing.

Just getting this out the way, the first thing that's entering his system is a beer... Other than that he'll start with something small and savory like nachos or some fries. He'll mostly eat on snacks throughout your time there but once it gets towards the evening he'll look for a sit down restaurant.

It literally doesn't matter what he has he'll always offer you a piece or a sip. Wants to hear your opinion when trying stuff but also just wants to share with you.

It's technically a ride so I'ma say he likes going on the Sky Trek Tower.

Usagi

Doesn't go on any rides. I'm sorry but my girl does not play 'bout them rides. She'll mistake those screams of excitement and joy as screams of the dammed.

She doesn't voice her discomfort but her face will say everything you need to know.

Yall are walking past the entrance of a collection of kids rides and she stops. You, not feeling her presence next to you anymore turns around, and sees the MEANEST MUG on her face glaring actual daggers at the parents AND kids on the ride.

"Oh my goodness Usagi we...we gotta go."

You say trying to stifle your laughter as you hook arms with her. Even while walking away she's looking back and still glaring.

You can't even guilt trip her into getting on any ride with you. SHE WON'T EVEN GO ON THE KID RIDES.

Don't even think about that damn pool either, not a pinkie toe will get wet I promise you. She'll have the courtesy to at least watch you swim around in the pool. From a distance with drink in hand of course.

But if you get on any type of attraction she'll cover her eyes or straight up turn away. Her stomach will be doing backflips just thinking about you going on any ride.

Mind you, these are rides everybody are going on the average ones like the tubes at the waterpark or 'The Whizzer', but if you suggest something like Goliath she will look at you so crazy you'll think you've grown an extra head.

She caught a glimpse of it earlier and almost fainted. Only reason she would ask about it was so she could stay far away from it. She'll look at it on the map of the park while looking for directions and think, 'Why would people willingly get on that death trap of a ride...'

Zero rides for Usagi but likes buying souvenirs.

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A happy surprise

Arisu x Y/N x Usagi (fluff,polyamory,gender neutral reader)

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You've reunited with Usagi at your highschool reunion. At first you started off as a third but the three of you ended up developing feelings for one another.

You've been living with your boyfriend and girlfriend for over a year now and things were going great.

"How do you think he's gonna react?" Usagi asked hesitantly as she helped you ice the words We're pregnant! on a vanilla cake.

You were a bit surprised when she told you she was pregnant at first but you were going to support your beautiful girlfriend every step of the way.

You planned on surprising Arisu by telling him today. Hence the cake.

"Hmm I think hes gonna be surprised but overjoyed" You smiled,dabbing some icing on her nose,making Usagi smile slightly. You laughed when she gave you a playful shove.

"Hey! cut that out it's bad for the baby"

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but smile. "You have no shame pulling that card huh?"

She shrugged before pulling you into a hug. You never understood how such a small action from this woman just made you give in instantly.

"Maybe"

"You're lucky you're cute"

"And you're lucky I like you"

You two spent an extra fifteen minutes just in decorating the cake.

Finally everything was sent up asking with the pregnancy test in the plastic baggy.

You kept watch while Usagi was laying on the couch and taking a nap. It was only the first trimester but this pregnancy was making her tired with all the nausea.

You kept up as the door unlocked and shook Usagi. She merely stirred but wasn't fully awake yet. You didn't want him to find out without her so you were quick to keep your boyfriend by the doorway for now by engulfing him in a hug. "Hi darling" you greeted before giving the signal hoping it'd wake Usagi. "Ka Kah"

Arisu was surprised by the sudden hug but happily embraced it. He was even more surprised by the random bird noises but tried to join in. "Ka Kah?" he smiled albeit he looked confused and desperate for answers.

Usagi was finally up and asleep beautiful as ever. Her hair was slightly messy from the nap but you had to resist the urge to kiss her then and there. "Welcome back,love" she smiled,joining in on the hug.

"Hi" Arisu smiled, hugging you both tighter and placing a kiss on the top of your and Usagi's heads. After that you three finally broke away from your embrace.

"We have something to show you" She smiled and you both held one of Arisu's hands as you lead him to the kitchen.

"Um okay" He smiled, honestly just happy to be here as usual

In the kitchen was a pink frosted cake with the words We're pregnant! written in white. There was pastel balloons on the floor and some soda and three cups on the counter.

"Easy there" You tried to support Arisu as his legs caved in but fell over. Usagi had to help you both up. You felt guilty for making her put work in with her current state but she was the strongest out of you three. Atleast she seemed amused by this whole situation. "Maybe we should've let him sit down first" You muttered with a grunt and rubbed out your sore back.

"Maybe"

For a split second you could see the fear in Usagi's eyes as she met her husband's gaze. She was scared and you couldn't blame her. You tried to be supportive and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

After the shock wore down Arisu was smiling brighter than ever. He hugged her tightly. "We're having a baby?"

She smiled and nodded. "I'm having a baby" He smiled as if it finally dawned upon him. Arisu then ran over to the balcony "We're having a baby!!" he announced to the entire world.

Usagi was dying of embarrassment but you thought it was hilarious. You joined him on the balcony. "We're having a baby!"

You both cheered until Usagi hit you both lightly on the back of your heads. "Shh we'll get a noise complaint. Stop being silly and come get some cake"

Despite her stern tone she had a small smile on her face. You were all overjoyed by this news and it showed.

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Masterlist

[y0ur-lovrr]

—Sleep patterns.

Based off of this song-

A/n; hiii, this was my first attempt at writing some type of angst, so if it’s bad i apologize lol, I haven’t really wrote angst before so I thought I’d try it, spoilers of season two of aib ahead!!

…maybe I will do a part 2 to this 🤷‍♀️

Pairing; everyone x reader (but you can pair yourself with whoever)

—kuina, Anne, And Usagi looked at you as you slumped at the wall, your hands holding onto your abdomen where the king of has stabbed you multiple times-blood spilling out of you like a broken faucet.

“Thank you for playing with me…I gave it my all.” You mutter with a sigh and a faint smile, having already accepted your fate that you had lost at this game, that you had lost at beating the borderlands, but you didn’t seem afraid, even as your eyes closed. It was unnerving seeing you accept fate so easily, as if you gave up on fighting even though you gave the king of spades your all.

They were all beat up to, Anne barely able to sit herself up from the floor, Kuina stabbed multiple times in her side, Usagi stabbed in her knees. But in that moment, you looked worse, and they couldn’t comprehend it, all frozen as they stared at you. You had been there since the beginning, even though you refused to accept the alliance at first, they thought of you as family.

Kuina screeches your name as he knees buckle beneath her, her hands immediately latching onto you and shaking you by your shoulders, attempting to wake you back up-as if you were just taking a nap.

But you didn’t.

You didn’t move, getting shaken with no resistance, even as her tears dripped down her cheeks, even as her bloody hands grip your shoulders a bit too tight.

“Why aren’t they moving?! Why won’t they wake up?!” She asked in a frantic yet desperate tone, ignoring her own pain as she try’s to wake you up, knowing it won’t work, but she couldn’t comprehend that you weren’t going to wake up.

Footsteps came back, the recognizable pants of Arisu sounding out as he makes his way over, just got done blowing up the king of spades. But he stops as he sees the scene in front of him.

Usagi was crying as she leaned back against a wall, trying to stop the bleeding on her legs, Anne laying on the floor with ragged breaths, and you. Slumped against the wall, not moving or barely breathing with Kuina frantically shaking your shoulders, trying to not start sobbing.

It made him feel sick, his breath catching in his throat. Guilt forms in his stomach, his head already starting to spin, maybe if he hadn’t taken so long to kill the king of spades with Aguni, maybe-just maybe, he could’ve saved you. But maybe he could-maybe if he beat the final game quick enough! That would work, right? It had to of, if they beat the final game this would all stop, right?—

“Arisu…” Usagi’s voice muttered, her voice shaky and pained, her eyes looking towards him, watching his eyes move over to hers, his eyes softening at her condition. The tears in his eyes makes her heart clench, he had no idea how all of this happened-the plan to bomb the king was supposed to work, not have it end up like this. It’s a blood bath.

Her eyes spoke a thousand words to him, and he reached out and grabbed her arm, putting it over his shoulder, making her use him as a crutch, carrying her weight easily.

“M-Maybe if we finish the last game it would save them-save them and Chishiya, Anne-“ he sputters out, words trembling over another as his mind worked quickly, and Usagi couldn’t bring herself to argue, knowing that it might work..but it was very thin chance. But knowing Arisu, he wouldn’t give up, he already lost so many-losing you and Anne would just break him.

He doesn’t know it, but hours from now, his found family will be torn apart. And he will beat the games with Usagi and wake up in the hospital. Having no memory of what happened, and you won’t talk him or the others again, not even remembering that you existed.

He will forget the time when you both sat down on the hood of an abandoned car as the sun set down, and how he asked you what you wanted in life. And all you said was ‘I don’t know’, he will forget how that stuck with him.

Anne and Kuina won’t remember how you would ride in the car at night to games, blasting the music on full blast and letting them sing to some song you never heard of before.

Usagi would forget how you admitted you afraid that one time you both were hunting for food, how you admitted that you were afraid of not being good enough, and how you afraid of dying without a fight.

Usagi and Arisu begin to make their way to the Queen of Hearts game, trying to go as fast as they could, leaving Kuina and Anne with you.

Kuina had given up on shaking you and trying to wake you up, instead laying down on the ground, staring up the sky as her gaze often moves towards you and to Anne, and the sight makes her want to cry even more. You promised her, promised her that you would escape the games with her, and that you would still be friends in the other world.

But now you can’t finish that promise, and a part of her wants to be mad at you for that. But she can’t. She could never bring herself to be mad at you. She moves one of her hands and shakily grabs onto one of yours, the blood making it slippery, as her other hand reaches towards Anne’s, silently praying that they finish the game fast.

It’s quiet despite her ragged breaths and the light breathing of Anne, it’s quiet without your constant sarcastic comments and little quips, and she finds herself already missing it, missing you.

[ladyzootopianx]

I’m so sad, I wish I could drown in boobs :(

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