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—a new asset

A/n; hi!! I have been posting because I hit a slump, seasonal depression hit me like a brick lmao, but I managed to write this, so.. reader is implied to have the same kind of mindset like chishiya does, in a way

Pairing; chishiya Shuntaro x reader

—the people at the beach are interesting species, or so you said. Acting all cocky or confident on the outside, when in reality they were like skittish ducks on the inside, ready to flail at any feeling of fear.

They were interesting, some in a good way, but some in a bad way—like they were things for you to observe under a microscope, creatures that needed to be observed and studied. You’ve always felt this feeling of emptiness in you, like a small hole that no matter what went in to it, couldn’t be filled.

It was like everyone else had something that you were missing. Feeling like a dog in a world full of wolves—same species, but such a different breed.

So when you randomly went in the borderlands, no idea of what twisted version of your world you were in, you decided to openly act on the thoughts of observing these people. In the borderlands, there were no laws, no rules for them to follow, showing off their true nature.

“….they’re like animals.” You mutter under your breath, just loud enough for yourself to hear, it also catching chishiya’s ears, to which he gives a small and very subtle eyebrow raise in acknowledgment. He’s noticed you in other games, and was interested in a way. You were like a ghost, always in the background, observing everyone like it was your every right—like you’re dissecting them piece by piece, trying to find something.

It reminded him of…well, him. He always hated selflessness, making fun of the people who tried to hard at life, thinking that everyone could truly see what a small minded person he was.

Then he sees how the other players start to get agitated, the timer in the small room counting down, the time limit coming closer and closer to 0. Some look nervous, ready to lash out, like feral animals backed into a corner.

Ace of hearts; Trick or Treat. But then again, nobody really enjoyed heart games. The rules of this one were simple enough, when a round starts you grab an opponent and go to one of the many tables scattered across the warehouse. You will each have two cards, trick on one, treat on the other.

If you both choose treat, both go to the next round. If one chooses treat while the other chooses trick, the one who chose treat will be eliminated and the trick will get two more cards as a reward. Both choose trick—both get eliminated.

Easy enough, right? Well not when everyone is deciding who to trust, who they want out of the game, placing targets on everyone’s heads.

A ring rings through the room, the sound echoing off the walls, signaling to the players that a new round has started, the couple minute time limit for people to get to their tables.

And lucky enough, chishiya found himself at your table…

—“are you willing to bet your life on that?” He asks calmly, eyes glancing down at the cards in your hands, before moving back up to look at your face. He seemed so..naturally cocky, his tone making it sound like he knows something you don’t.

“….are you?”

The words make him pause briefly, just a quick pause that nobody would’ve noticed. It was the way you said it, like you already had his move figured out—like you already knew what card he was gonna place before he even placed it.

“And if I am?” He fires back, fingers gliding across his cards, as if contemplating, but you know he’s doing anything but. The tension between you to rises, you can hear the muffled sounds of other players debating and pleading in other rooms, voices echoing.

“And I think you are willing to bet that.” You murmur, voice quiet, but with an edge he can’t quite place. Your eyes glance up, meeting his, and he recognizes something in them—the same he sees in his own, that same look that is trying to find something that is missing. “You always play with your life on the line.”

“I do, do I? That’s because I know I’ll win.” He replies with an all too casual tilt of his head, like a cat watching its mouse prance around trying to avoid his paws. But he watches as you just tilt your head back at him, you stare feeling like it’s digging into parts of him that he had hidden.

You stay silent for a moment, eyes glancing back down at your cards, and for a moment chishiya thinks he’s won this battle of wits—until you speak again, voice calmly cutting through the silence, “then how about you play with my life on the line?”

And then you place your card down.

Face up instead, treat being shown on the shiny playing card, that god forsaken picture of a candy on it, as if any of this was sweet.

“Are you willing to decide what value my life holds.?”

He just stares at you for a moment, before raising an eyebrow slightly, lip quirking up as if amused. And he definitely is—if he wasn’t interested in you before, he certainly is now. “You want to gamble on that, hm?”

“And you know you want to.” Your retort was quick, sharp as a cat’s hiss, but also knowing, like you know he would. And he watches as your gaze suddenly turns a little more intense, like you’re waiting for his next move—calculating it in that head of yours.

“…huh.” He huffs, leaning back just a slight, blatantly showing his little bit of amusement. And within a moment he just hums, before placing his card down, face down unlike yours.

Your eyes stay locked, eyes boring into the other, tension rising with every second. And when the timer finally rings again, he leans forward, swiftly sliding his card off the table and placing it back down, face up.

…

Treat. He chose treat, so neither get eliminated. But he can see the way your eyes narrow just a bit, as if you were expecting something different, expecting him to place down trick. And he just looked at you, locking every bit of you into memory, before speaking again, “…you’re too valuable to lose yet. I want to go against you in something real.”

And then he leaves. Getting up and leaving, hands in his pockets like none of this happened.

—the final round is over. And chishiya walks away victorious again, hands calmly in his white hoodie, eyes scanning the players who survived..but you’re not there. Even as another player walks out of a room, looking shaken but victorious, you don’t appear.

Did you really let yourself die? He doubts it.

..why not take a look around?

So he does, going room to room of the warehouse, where all the game tables were, from all the rounds he’s memorized. And when he enters one of the last rooms, he spots you, back to him as you sit at a white table. Simply staring ahead at the back of the head of the person in front of you who is slumped at the table, clearly eliminated by you. And how you just stare with that same stare, as if replaying it all in your head, as if this was supposed to make something make sense—

“You’re not gonna sit there all night, are you?” He asks, voice carrying a subtle hint of mockery, or maybe just a subtle tease. And after a moment you finally stand up, slowly as if not trying to set yourself off. When you turn, he raises an eyebrow at the sight of blood splattered on your face, how it’s smudged just a little as if you tried to wipe it off but couldn’t feel where it all was.

“..I guess my life does have more value than I thought.” He hears you murmur, your cards still on the table,the eliminated person still slumped over as well. Your eyes meet once more,but you don’t give a chance to speak as you instead walk right by him, steps slow and calculated.

The ace of hearts club card on the table, a reward for completing the game. And he breathes out as he reaches over and picks it up, smoothly twirling it between his fingers.

And he just hums, turning his head to follow you as you walk out, lip quirked in that usual smirk. And just as your fingers graze the door frame as you step out of it, his voice cuts through.

“How would you feel about becoming a new member of The Beach?”

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Chishiya with a reader who's just like him? Meant by being smart and intelligence

—Smart.

A/n; I just got back onto tumblr and saw this in my requests, so why not. I do want to do a part 2 to this maybe.

Pairing; chishiya shuntaro x reader (gender neutral)

—chishiya prided himself on his intelligence. It gave him the upper hand, every single time, because everything does usually always weighs towards intelligence, no? That made him an asset at the beach, being chosen to be an executive.

But he knows better to not let his guard down, after all, there were no laws, so people could do whatever they wanted—all their morals tossed to the ground like a worthless receipt, because survival is what matters. And he himself is aware of that, and he does whatever he can to ensure he could come out on top, to test how far he can go.

“To gain something, you have to lose something.” You overheard him say to kuina as they talk to eachother, coming up with how to use arisu as bait, so that they can get those cards. Those cards that seem so important, but could inevitably end up being useless, but he was fine with using the newcomers arisu and usagi to get them. You’re behind a wall, plastic cup in hand as you sip from it, quiet as ever, kuina and chishiya oblivious.

You had seen them walk away from the usual partying that happens at night, where the music gets turned up to the max, majority of the people drugged up or drunk to oblivion. You knew they weren’t hooking up, so why not follow?

“Don’t you feel bad for him? Atleast a little bit?” Kuina asks, voice low and tinged with guilt, her conscious already eating at her, but all she gets is what you assume is that usual smirk from chishiya, because he doesn’t voice a reply.

Interesting. in order to gain something, you had to lose something…why not test how well that advice works? After all…you did also want those cards that hatter hid away.

—everything went according to chishiya’s plan, baited arisu into going into the room, getting to the safe…only for the militants to stumble in, chishiya following after, all smug, just sending Arisu that familiar smirk. He tosses the walkie talkie up in the air, before catching it.

And even hours later as Arisu is tied up and locked in a room, chishiya has no idea that he was always played like a fiddle. He sneaks back into the room, sauntering to the deer painting in the room and grasps the edges, and lifts.

“Hm.” He hums, smooth and melodramatic compared to the silence in the room, so confident that he’s already won. And he simply presses the numbers into the safe and it unlocks, but the his walkie talkie crinkles to life, kuina mumbling on the other side.

“As I said, in order to gain something, we need to lose something.” He murmurs smoothly, taking his finger off of the button, before kuina speaks again on the other line, “I wouldn’t want to be your enemy.”

And he chuckles as that, as if silently applauding himself on the inside. He presses the button again and lifts the walkie to his mouth to speak into it. “Yea..I get that a lot.”

He puts it into his pocket, before using his hands to lift the top of the safe open, ready to collect the cards—and they’re gone. His eyebrows are scrunching together, jaw clenching, mind already beginning to run. His calculations were correct, they had to be.

He turns on his feet, already beginning to leave the room—he had to go tell kuina, this wasn’t a part of the plan. But as he leaves the room, he spots you in his peripheral vision, leaning against the wall beside the door.

Cards in hand, mindlessly twirling them with your fingers, not managing to drop one. You glance over at him, as casual as ever, as if you didn’t have what he just threw arisu away for. Voice as smooth as ever, practically a low drawl, “looking for these?”

“Maybe I am.” He bites back, starting to feel a little bit of annoyance—he didn’t like you, you always managed to escape his grasp, his gaze whenever he leaned on the walls and observed the people. You were always able to keep up, even during diamond games—you two always ahead of everyone else, and he wasn’t sure if he liked it or not.

You hum at that, giving a small nod of your head, but even he doesn’t miss the way your lips curl up slightly, a lazy and barely noticeable smirk. “Yea..I knew. That’s why I thought I’d come and get them. Because I did want these for myself.”

You don’t give him a chance to reply before you’re picking yourself up from the wall, giving the cards a twirl with your fingers, as if preparing a magic trick. His voice comes out as a huff, his hands going to the pockets of his jacket, “is that so? How’d you figure it out?”

“..it was simple.” You murmur, giving him another smirk, slightly tilting your head at him, and he can just see the gears in your head turning as you make the nonverbal decision to not give him what he wants. Which is the cards. “Same way you did. I just let you do the hard work of getting arisu out of the way.”

He huffs at that, of course—you always kept up, catching on like he did, never letting him have the upper hand by himself. It was like he was fighting for the throne. But you’re not done, because you speak again, low and almsot teasing, as if asking him to give you a good challenge. “To be honest, I only wanted them because you did. If you wanted them they must be worth something, but I’m willing to share…maybe.”

And with that you give a small wink as you briskly brush past him, purposefully making your shoulder bump against his, head turning over his shoulder to look at you as you leave—but he can tell this isn’t over, judging on how kuina speaks on the walkie again.

“Uhh..chishiya?” She murmurs, voice low and full of anxiety, but also annoyance. “There’s a laser border..another game has started.”

He pauses at that, the ten of hearts finally decided to show up? And at a time like this? Just his luck.

And as he picks his walkie talkie back up, a small smirk curls at his lips—knowing this isn’t over, between him and you. He’s gonna get those cards back from you one way or another.

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—Haunted.

A/n; sorry for not uploading, I’ve had terrible writers block 💔💔 but I’m sick as a bitch rn and thought I’d write lmao

Pairing; Baku x reader, Gotak x reader, Jun-Tae x reader, Si-Eun x reader (all platonic—unless you imagine differently)

—He haunts your dreams. Your every waking moment, like a looming ghost that is constantly weighing heavy on your shoulders. That day replays in your head constantly, drowning out every other thought that even tries to circle through the mess inside your head.

Su-Ho haunts your sleep, and you find yourself often lying awake at night, mind running and never taking a break. Could things have been different? Could you have changed it if you just…showed up sooner? What if you were stronger? What if—

“Hey? You alright?” Baku chuckles as he pokes your head, causing you to jolt, lifting your head from your arms. Oh, right. You’re at school, Baku and Gotak looking at you, Gotak murmuring to Baku about ‘personal boundaries’.

“….don’t poke me.” You murmur quietly, lifting a hand and easily swatting Baku’s away. You don’t understand why they tried to be friends with you and Si-Eun anyway, it’s not like either of you wanted friends—had the mental strength to make more friends. You and Si-Eun didn’t even really talk anymore, even though you share majority of the same classes.

Su-Ho was the one that brought you guys together, to form that bond between the four of you, including Beom-Sok. But then again…Su-Ho was the one that also brought you apart.

Baku huffs, but that grin still remains, that frustrating grin that never seems to waver. Gotak just grunts and gives you an apologetic look, trying to tug Baku away—but he doesn’t budge, instead playfully replying, “c’mon, don’t be so grumpy! We are like almost friends, no?—“

“We’re not friends.” You cut him off, lifting your gaze to look at him, watching as his eyes narrow slightly. But you don’t give him the chance to reply before you continue. “I don’t do friends. So just…just leave me out of it.”

You don’t say another word as you get up from your desk, grabbing your backpack and slinging it over your shoulders as you turn and begin to walk out of the classroom. As you leave you pass by Si-Eun’s desk, his head also still hung low and on his arms. He must also be having trouble sleeping. Does he share the same problem as you? Even though he might, you still feel alone in the whole ordeal.

Baku and Gotak share confused glances, but Gotak just shrugs and mumbles, “personal boundaries, man. They’re probably just always in a bad mood.” But Baku doesn’t look that convinced, just huffing quietly and putting his hands on his hips, before he decides to go bother Si-Eun instead.

But you still linger in the background of their minds, even Jun-Taes. You’re like a presence that tries so hard to not be seen, to not be interacted with. Like a ghost that just..struggles with existing.

—you find yourself back at the hospital, sitting right outside Su-Ho’s room, you come here every Friday at 4 pm sharp. Never late. You’ve never missed a day. You can’t, not when Su-Ho lays inside that room, on a bed and connected to machines. He looks as if he’s sleeping, and he is. But it just feels so…wrong. It feels so wrong that he has slept this long and hadn’t woken up.

Beside you Si-Eun also sits, silent, not speaking a word. All that you can hear from him is his breathing, slow and steady. And the faint sound of the air conditioning.

“Do you ever wonder,” you speak suddenly, pausing for a second to take in a breath, your body tensing slightly. “If things…could have been different?”

He doesn’t answer for a moment, just staying quiet and staring at the door across from you, watching Su-Ho from the glass. And after a couple moments, he speaks. Low and quiet, the same voice you’ve heard in your dreams lately. “If only we were better.”

“…I wish I was stronger. I wish I could’ve gotten there sooner.” You murmur, your voice wavering just slightly, the pent up rage and sorrow that has easily become so deeply rooted in your bones. So deeply rooted that it feels as if just getting out of bed in the morning is hard because of how heavy your bones feel.

“I have so much guilt, Si-Eun.” You continue, your hands clenching in your lap, your gaze not meeting his—but you can tell he’s listening based on the way his breathing ever so slightly stills. “It’s like…it’s like it’s all haunting me.”

“…I feel the same way.” He admits quietly, not once glancing at you, but he’s atleast acknowledging that you exist. That you both have a past-one with Su-Ho and Beom-Sok, one where you all four existed and confided in eachother’s company. Before it all went downhill.

At his words your breath stills, maybe you’re not that alone after all-but even the , you still feel alone with him right next to you. You’ve felt alone even in a room full of people.

“I don’t want these new friends—I want Su-Ho and you, for us to be friends again.” You murmur, your voice cracking as your fingers grasp onto the fabric of your bottoms in your lap, knuckles turning white, your head casted downwards. As if it was a bother to lift your head. As if you had something forcing it down, was it the guilt forcing your head down? It’s then he realizes that’s why he never sees you lift your head much, your gaze always downwards and avoiding everyone’s faces.

“And I know you understand that. Because you won’t let them be your friends either.” You huff, your words having a bitter edge to them, bitter that you can’t even find it in you to make these new friends when they are right in front of you.

“They keep coming back. Like a group of dogs that don’t understand what no means.” He mutters simply, the words brisk and simple, as if he has already accepted that conclusion, accepted that the group will swarm him even if he swats them away.

But beneath that, you can hear the unspoken understanding that those three boys, Baku, Gotak, and jun-tae, are like a magnet, having that force of pulling people together. And they want you two to pull towards them, as if they understand the guilt you both carry, as if they can see the deeply rooted sorrow that you feel everyday in your bones, and they don’t judge you for it. In fact, they welcome it, so that you can all work it out together.

And maybe, just Maybe, you might let them.

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Make part two of never trust an union member please and pls make it bit longer 😩😩😩😩😩 i love readers personality and the teasing too

—once a union member, always a union member.

A/n; sorry this took a couple days to make, I’ve been really busy 💔💔 once again, this is not proof read, forgive me 😭 😭

Pairing; Yeon Si-Eun x reader (gender neutral!)

—“well look what we have here,” you boast as you slowly approach Si-Eun and his friends on the sidewalk, the sun starting to set. Jun-Tae freezes slightly at the sound of you, his hands already starting to fidget at his sides. “If it isn’t Newbie…and his little pack of dogs.”

Baku narrows his eyes slightly at the sight of you, Gotak doing the same-but your main focus is on Si-Eun as you grin, all teeth, no warmth. He hates it, hates that it’s hard for him to get a good read on you. You betrayed him once, so what else could you do?

“Pack dogs?” Baku scoffs, already starting to get a little protective of his friends-but just as he’s about to say more, you hold up a finger and wag it at him-as if you were scolding a dog.

“No, no, sit.” You tease, snickering as he looks baffled, but quiets down anyway. “I was talking to Si-Eun, so no barking.”

And that boy huffs quietly, eyes narrowing slightly as you say you were talking to him, and he just stares back at you, his head tilting slightly, eyes feeling like they’re trying to bite through you.

“So…” you drawl on as you step closer, hands in the pockets of your jeans-your grin unwavering as you look him up and down, before landing on his face, eyeing the cut on his chapped lip, almost snorting at the sight of it. “You really did it.”

He stars back at you, not amused, and on guard in case you try anything..not that he expects you to, you’re out numbered. But you can never be too careful. Especially with a union member-or ex union member, he should say. He finally speaks, a low mutter, tone dry and uninterested. “..what’s it to you?”

You snort at that, shaking your head in amusement, stepping closer to him-to the point you’re just shy of his personal space. And he narrows his eyes at you, brows furrowing as you chuckle, “I just didn’t think you could do it.”

“And why would you think that? You know Si-Eun is totally capable—“ Gotak cuts in-only to get cut off as you efficiently reach a hand out and point your finger at him, a silent command for him to shut up. And he does, surprisingly.

“Honestly, I’m a bit impressed, Newbie.” You murmur, leaning your head even closer so that your breath slightly brushes against his ear, your grin not wavering, and any normal person would be put off by this…but he’s more annoyed. “But maybe I shouldn’t be….i mean, you did try to stab me that one day on the roof.”

“Back off.” Baku mutters as he decides to intervene, and you glance over at him, slightly raising an eyebrow at him, looking at his determined face, his eyes in a glare. He is irked by the way you touch Si-Eun like you practically owned him, the way you look at him like you’re trying to pick him apart piece by piece.

“So protective.” You hum teasingly as you let out a low whistle, leaning back a little bit, only complying just slightly, but you’re still too close to Si-Eun for his friends’ liking. “Didn’t know he had such a good guard dog. Did you sink your teeth into him too, Baku? You gonna shake him like a chew toy and not let go?”

Baku stiffens at that, but you just chuckle and hold up your hands in playful surrender. “I’m just kidding, lighten up.”

“You’re the one who sinks your teeth into people.” He mutters through gritted teeth, not finding it in him to try and be nice to you-after all you were a union member, you were a little lapdog to Baek-Jin, who he just helped beat up in order to stop the union, unbeknownst to you.

“Maybe so. I do like good chew toys.” You murmur with a faux huff of contemplation, as if you’re in thought-but you just flash another grin, your canines slightly shining in the lighting. But then you drag your tongue lightly across your top teeth as you look back at Si-Eun. And Baku knows your attention means…he’s caught your attention, and not in a good way.

“Well…if you see Baek-Jin around, let me know, yea?” You murmur as you absentmindedly reach a hand out to touch Si-Eun’s uniform, and he stiffens as your finger drags across the collar of the dark blue fabric of his blazer. “That asshole has been ignoring me and Seong-Je.”

“Don’t touch me.” He mutters as he swats your hand away, his eyes staring at you with such intensity like he expects you to be put off and get away-but you just seem to be enjoying it.

“So harsh…keep it up,” you murmur with a chuckle, staring at your him as your tongue poked against your inner cheek as you give him another quick once over-before leaning in again to whisper into his ear. “I like it when you bite.”

And with that, you’re snickering to yourself and pushing past them-purposely bumping your shoulder against Baku’s, making him crown slightly. And Si-Eun slightly turns on his feet to look at you as you walk away.

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—Never trust a Union Member.

A/n; sorry for not posting, I’ve been going through a lot physically and mentally, and had really bad writers block. But I will try to post more as I focus on my mental health and stuff. And I will also probably be making a master list here soon<3

Paring; Yeon Si-Eun x reader (gender neutral)<3

—“and why would we do that?” You ask as you stare back a Si-Eun as he sits opposite of you and Seong-je, outside a convenience store as Seong-Je slurps his ramen, grunting in approval at the taste.

“Cause then you wouldn’t be in trouble when the Union comes crashing down.” He mutters, his voice is blunt and dry as always, his eyes staring right at you, such puppy dog eyes for someone like him. “All ties to you and Seong-Je would be cut.”

He watches as you narrow your eyes slightly, your tongue quickly swiping across your bottom lip as you lean back in your seat, your eyes darting over to Seong-Je, he has clearly caught your attention…and Seong-Je’s based on the way his head lifts.

“You know…when you went all,” he pauses to reenact when Si-Eun head butted his foot when he stabbed it on that rooftop, the poor reenactment making your eyebrows furrow slightly as you glance over at the guy across-making sure he’s seeing the same thing. “I had to get a fucking tetanus shot.”

“A tetanus shot?” You blurt out, blinking a few times before your immediately letting out a few snickers at Seong-Je’s predicament, finding it completely humorous that he had to get a tetanus shot from being stabbed in the foot…from his own glasses. “Ha! and you stabbed with your own glasses too, that’s hilarious—“

You’re cut off by a quick elbow to your side from Seong-Je’s arm, the feeling making you instantly shut up, huffing a little as you turn to look back at Si-Eun. And the poor guy is just sitting there, just silently watching like he usually does. But you know that he wouldn’t have been here willingly if he didn’t want the Union’s burner phone and all that jazz.

“Is it a deal or not?” His voice is now carrying a hint of impatience, as if he’s tired of just watching you and Seong-he mostly screw around…and he probably was.

“I don’t know…you did kind of try to stab me with that pen.” You murmur, pretending to be conflicted despite knowing that you’ll go with whatever answer Seong-Je goes with, because you guys stick together. To top two in command to Baek-Jin. “Where do you get those pens anyway? They’re actually pretty durable, I might need to get me some—“

“Enough teasing.” Si-Eun mutters, starting to get fed up with your constant remarks, and hates it seems like his annoyance only seems to rile you up further.

“Whew…that looks a killer.” You muse with a small chuckle, holding your hands up in mock surrender, your eyes giving him a lazy once over, and he shifts slightly in reply to that-how is he supposed to react to he ogled?

“Okay.” Seong-Je sighs, taking another slurp of his instant ramen before he lifts his head, making eye contact with Si-Eun for a moment before his head slightly tilts as he whispers, “deal.”

And Si-Eun is quick to nod his head before standing up, ready to leave as the chair slightly squeaks in reply to being moved so suddenly. And Your partner raises an eyebrow, eyes narrowing behind his glasses. “leaving so soon?”

And Si-Eun doesn’t answer and instead just turns and walks away and disappears into the night, leaving you and Seong-Je there.

—your eyes stay on the screen of the arcade machine as you lean your arm on Seong-Je’s shoulder, his fingers moving the switches as he plays, his focus actually kind of impressive.

“You’re early,” he murmurs suddenly, and it’s then you notice that Si-Eun has come into the bowling alley, his school uniform slightly wrinkled. “It’s not that big a deal, newbie.”

You look over at Si-Eun, flashing a small grin that one could consider dangerous considering it’s you, many students knew your name alone with Seong-Je’s. This is the first time we seen you out of your school uniform, that same, cursed one that Seong-je wore. The one that was a deep burgundy, the color that you wouldn’t notice if it was bled on, and he wonders how many times you’ve had to pay for dry cleaning.

“…let’s just get this over with.” The boy murmurs as he shifts slightly on his feet, hands slightly clenching by his sides.

“So demanding.” You huff teasingly, turning to face him as you reach into your pocket, pulling out the small burner phone, the black item shining slightly under the light. “So here’s the burner phone, everything’s on it.”

And he goes to take it as you hold it out, but he doesn’t get the chance before you quickly pull it back, making his fingers slip. You watch as his eyes slightly narrow in confusion, Seong-Je finally turning in the stool to face him, the same lazy and cocky smirk on his face.

“You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?” You ask as you toss the phone up, Seong-Je’s smoothly catching it and putting it back into his pocket. And before Si-Eun could react, a bigger guy came up from behind him, putting him in a chokehold. And it’s then when he realizes he was set up.

“It’s kind of funny, actually,” Seong-Je mutters with a chuckle, standing up from his stool and giving Si-Eun a smug look. “We actually almsot became some sort of good guys.”

“And let’s be honest…we’re not good guys.” You chuckle, flashing Si-Eun a wink as you follow after Seong-Je as he begins to leave.

“That looks a killer, huh?” You muse as you walk by him, purposely referring to the fact you said that the last time you guys met, and he hates how that makes him feel like he’s been punched in the gut. And he thought he could trust you, you and Seong-Je.

But now he realizes one thing-even though pit bulls like you and seong-je can wag your tails…you’ll always have as sharp as a bite.

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—seong-je Drabble!

Pairing; Geum Seong-je x reader, (fem! Reader)

A/n; I don’t typically write for weak hero, but I finished it all the other day, and uhm…lowkey need seong-je to manhandle me rn <3. Also I don’t typically write anything that’s nsfw, but this isn’t really nsfw at all, just making out 🙏🏻

Thinking about making out with seong-je! <3

It’s messy, ferocious even. In his bedroom, you pinned down against him as he practically devours you on his bed. He’s leaned back against the headboard with you straddling him and leaning against him. One hand is on your hip while the other has a grip on your hair, guiding your head to attempt to match his mouth against yours.

His breaths are heavy mixed with quiet grunts and you’re panting against his mouth as your lips stay locked together, teeth almost clanging against eachother, his tongue practically trying to memorize every crevice of your mouth that he can, as if he was starving.

“Seong-je..” you softly pant against him as your hips begin to roll and press down against his lap, he groans against your mouth and you can feel the smug grin forming on his face as he tightens his grip on your hip, his amusement radiating off of him.

“Grinding on me already? How sweet…” he murmurs against your lips, his tone teasing as he pulls away slightly to get a good look at you. His glasses are crooked and slightly foggy from breathing so hard, but he doesn’t bother to fix them, instead smugly grinning at you as he brings his other hand to your hip so that both are resting there, beginning to guide your hips to grind against him.

You huff at his statement, your breath hitching as you immediately reconnect your lips, to which he wastes no time in reciprocating-lips smashing against yours as he gives your hair a small tug, resulting in a small whimper slipping past your lips and vibrating straight against his.

But after a couple moments his phone suddenly vibrates on his nightstand, the familiar contact of Baek-Jin showing on the screen. He lets out a groan as he reluctantly pulls himself away, begrudgingly picking up the phone and holding it to his ear as he talks to the man on the other line.

But that doesn’t stop him from keeping a hand on your hip to keep you moving against him as you try to be quiet so that Baek-Jin doesn’t hear you on the other line.

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—a bite wouldn’t hurt.

Pairing; chishiya shuntaro x vampire!reader (gender neutral!)

A/n; this is loosely based on the vampires from sinners, cause I think that’s my movie of the year lmao. I also did write this sleep deprived and at 1 am, so my apologies if it’s badly written.

—the night air of Tokyo is chilly, its quiet out with only the sounds of a few cars and the occasional people talking as they pass. Chishiya was sitting in his apartment, letting out a sigh as he glances down at his phone, you were supposed to be back soon.

After some time there’s a knock on the door, and he gets up-already knowing it’s you. He was a little confused about the knocking part, you could’ve just came in. So why were you knocking.?

He strides over to the door and opens it, a slight smirk tugging at his lips as he sees you standing on the other side. He says your name in greeting, and you just grin back at him, waiting for an invite in, unusual. He had to admit, something about you was a bit off…and he just couldn’t figure out what.

“Well aren’t you gonna invite me in?” You ask smoothly, slightly arching an eyebrow at him as you shove your hands into the pockets of your white coat, you could easily walk right past him, but you simply wait for an invite-as if you couldn’t come in without one.

“You need an invite? That’s never stopped you before.” He muses, a slight mock in his tone, watching as you shrug your shoulders indifferently, murmuring in reply. “Well that wouldn’t be too polite, would it?”

He snorts at that, when did you care for being polite when it came to him? But he doesn’t question it…out loud, at least. Instead letting out an amused huff, stepping aside. “Then come in.”

There’s a small glint in your eyes that shine when he says that, he doesn’t miss it, watching as you come in to his apartment, casually striding in and taking off your doctors coat, and turning to hang it up on the coat rack. And that’s when he sees it. A small hint of a bite on your shoulder that he gets a quick glimpse of when your shirt shifts as you effectively put your coat on the coat rack.

“Woah…what’s that?” He asks as he takes a step closer to you, hand hesitantly reaching out to your shoulder-but you quickly turn fully, stopping him. “What’s what?”

He frowns slightly at your question-did you seriously not know about what’s on your shoulder? Surely you weren’t that dense. He was starting to put some things together. Something wasn’t right—you weren’t right.

“That.” He says bluntly as he point to your shoulder, eyes narrowing as he takes in a breath as he watches you looking down at your shoulder, your fingers lifting to move your shirt aside, letting out a small chuckle and speaking in a calm and casual tone, “ohhhh…that?”

“Yes, that.” He nearly hisses, and he starts to piece it together, taking a step back as he gets a better look at it. It was deep, blood drying around it, but he can see the teeth marks. Did you not feel it? You’re acting like you’re talking about the weather, this isn’t right-a small shiver goes up his spine, and it wasn’t the wind.

This totally isn’t right.

“This? It’s just a little bite..” you murmur, moving your shirt back to cover it as you take a step closer to him, your head tilting to the side as you look at him, a small bit of sympathy in your eyes that are glinting a bit too much. “What’s wrong?”

He doesn’t answer for a moment, and just shakes his head slightly as his mind works-trying to piece this together. He’s heard about vampires before, of course he has, but those are just myths. A simple made up creature for people’s enjoyment-but the way you’re acting makes him wonder…were there vampires really wandering the streets of Tokyo? And one got to you on your way home from work?

After a moment he lets out a breath, keeping a calm demeanor, but his eyebrows stay furrowed. He goes to say something, but he pauses, his mouth slightly opening in surprise at the sight in front of him. You’re drooling. A small bit coming from the side of your mouth as you watch him with a concerned, yet hungry and predatory gaze. “Baby…you’re drooling.”

He watches as you lift a thumb to wipe the corner of your mouth, looking down at the saliva glistening on your thumb before looking at him, your voice so soft and honeyed it makes his heart flutter a bit, “..you want some?”

He just stares at you, watching as you step closer, your expression shifting to one of slight desperation, or yearning if you would. You’re hungry. Hungry for him, and he knows it-for fucks sake, you’re drooling at the thought of tasting him. And for once he doesn’t know how to react.

“..oh, baby, I’m starving.” You murmur softly, your eyes shining as you look at him, your lips parting as you let out a breath-and it’s then he notices your fangs. They’re sharp, and they shine slightly in this lighting. “Just a little bite, baby?”

“A bite?” He scoffs out in disbelief, shaking his head slightly, backing up again until his back hits the wall. And he has nowhere to run. For once in his life, he’s the mouse that the cat is playing with, and you’re the big, bad, rat and he’s the meek mouse. “You want to bite me?”

“Just a little one…I’m so hungry, baby..” you murmur, your voice oh so soft and smooth, and you look about ready to start drooling again. You can smell him from your spot-and he smells so good. Your hunger is strong, it makes your fingers twitch as you try to resist just taking him for yourself

“If you let me bite you…we can be together forever.” You drawl on, trying to convince him as if you couldn’t just hop over and dig your teeth into his flesh. Chishiya’s gaze hardens, his jaw slightly tightening as he tries to think of what to do in this situation. It’s not like he could just run away. But a small part of him can’t help but feel a little enthralled by the thought of you biting him, a small sign of marking him as yours in a sick and possessive way. God-what the hell was he thinking?—

“You’re starving, aren’t you?” He huffs, his shoulders relaxing as he stares at you, watching as you nod and frown stepping closer until your hands are on the wall by his head, trapping him there. Your head leans in and you lean your forehead against his temple, breathing out against his ear. “I’m starving, baby…it’ll only hurt for a moment, I promise.”

He lets out a small breath-but he doesn’t stop you as you press a small kiss against his cheek before leaning your head to his neck, inhaling his scent, a small shiver going through your spine at it. You pull away the fabric of his shirt at his shoulder, looking at the area before suddenly biting down and digging your teeth into it.

Who knew a vampire could be so convincing? And you lied-it did hurt a lot. But it’ll be so worth it. Even with the blinds wide open where anyone can see you absolutely biting into him like he’s your last meal.

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Chishiya with a reader who’s exceptionally good at spades games, like not super bright but runs out of strength way later than he does and he knows he’s got exponentially higher chances of surviving in a game that’s not his speciality if he can get friendly with you enough to be granted some protection. Perhaps getting friendlier than he initially intended.

—a little help.

Pairing; Chishiya x reader (gender neutral as always <3!

A/n; the ending might be rushed, did write this at 2 am, so forgive me! Also this isn’t proofread as always. But ty for the request!

—chishiya was smart, witty, and knew how to use his intelligence to his advantage. But not this time, spades games were not his specialty. They involved strength and athletic ability, he was more prone to diamond games because those games rely on intelligence and wit. So when he saw that he joined a high numbered spades game, he knew he had to come up with something.

He lets out a low and audible hum, his eyes scanning the room for someone who looks good enough to grant him some sort of protection. His hands are casually shoved into the pockets of his white jacket, hood over his head, eyes observing the tunnel everyone is in.

His eyes land on you, standing in the corner of the tunnel, holding a game phone and looking at it, the glow lighting up your face enough for him to see that you don’t look too concerned about this game. You certainly have experience, good for you. And him.

Good enough, he thought, starting to stride over to you, his footsteps lightly thudding against the grown as makes his way to you, not having an ounce of shame or concern about his intentions. He just needed a bit of protection, and if it meant using someone to get it, then so be it. That’s the way it is.

“Hey there,” he drawls on coolly, situating himself on the wall near you, leaning his back against it. He tilts his head, raising a brow slightly and giving you a light smirk, a bit smug, he knows what he’s doing. “Alone?”

He watches as you look up and look over at him, flashing him a small and friendly smile, nodding your head in reply and giving him your attention. “Mhm.! Is it that obvious?”

“Very.” He’s quick to reply, letting out an amused hum as he sees the way your eyebrows furrow slightly, debating if he was teasing or not. Which he was, but he also wasn’t-it was obvious you were alone. You were standing by yourself, of course it was. He can tell now that you weren’t the brightest bulb, or the sharpest tool in the shed if you would. Makes the work easy for him, you were like a confused puppy. The type to chase their own tail or ram into a window, the type to get friendly with others with no issue.

“Such a shame, really. Being alone in spade games never really is that good.” He murmurs, acting like he has no idea what his interests were. Hes nonchalant and cool like a fish in the pond, and he’s watching the way your eyebrows slightly raise as you listen, easily falling for the bait.

“Do you wanna team together then?” You ask, leaning a little closer to him, and you think it’s your idea-adorable, and he lets you think that it was your idea to begin with. He lets out an amused huff, pretending to think for a moment before speaking up, nodding his head. “Sure, couldn’t hurt. Let’s protect eachother, hm?”

You nod eagerly, flashing him a small grin, to which he doesn’t really return besides a nod of acknowledgment-he’s caught you like a fly in a spider web.

“Game: Run, Rabbit, run!” The familiar robotic voice calls out, making you and chishiya bother pause and listen in, your eyebrows furrowing at the name-what was this game gonna be about? Running, obviously, but from what? You share a glance with chishiya, shrugging your shoulders lightly. “Difficulty; 8 of spades.”

“An eight, huh?” He mutters under his breath, tongue wetting his lips as he thinks, already figuring out ways this game could go, standing up from the wall. The other players are also intrigued at the game, anxiety weaved across their features, some nervously twiddling their thumbs.

“Goal; reach the end of the tunnel without getting caught.” It says, and you nod slightly, putting the game phone into your back pocket, already turning to face the other end of the dark tunnel, lights flickering overhead. You reach over and tug on chishiya, getting him to turn too-you know that the best chance of surviving this game is that as soon as you can, to just start to run, you don’t really wanna know what’s going to chase you through this tunnel. “Time limit is one hour.”

And with that, it stopped. It was silent, and then you heard it-loud footsteps, and it wasn’t any of the players. You turn over your shoulder, eyes widening slightly as you see it-a man, a wolf mask over his head and a large blade in his hand, dark clothes, and he’s immediately lunging at people.

“Shit! Run!” You hiss, grabbing onto chishiya’s arm, and dragging him along with you as you begin to book it down the tunnel. He grunts but follows, his hands finally leaving his pockets as he jogs along side you, eyes strained forward.

The sounds of other players screaming and yelling is tuned out in your head, the sound of the blade swinging and hitting people-but your force yourself to ignore it, keeping your pace as you make sure chishiya stays with you.

Stay ahead, that’s the only thing you can really do in this game-stay ahead, or stay behind and fight back. But it seems you and Chishiya aren’t really fond of that idea.

“I’ll make sure you stay ahead-protect eachother, right?” You mutter in between breaths, sending him a look-and he just nods his head, glancing back at you. Oh jeez, you were genuinely willing to help him, and he strangely finds it endearing. I guess a puppy like you does get along with a cat like him, interesting.

—you grunt as you continue to run, your legs are starting to burn and your starting to feel sweat drop from your forehead and neck. Chishiya has been winded for a minute, but tried not to show it because you seem mostly fine, but you’re clearly starting to meet your match.

“Just a little more…” you huff out, continuing to run, but out of your peripheral vision you spot it, the knife is being thrown…impressively, but not the thing you want to happen. “Look out!”

He grunts as you suddenly push yourself against him, pushing him to the side, and he looks over and sees the knife slice against your shoulder, blood immediately gushing out as your shirt rips in that area. Great, just what you guys needed.

The sound of the blade landing on the floor echoes throughout the tunnel, and then the sound of your pained breaths, one of your hands reaching to hold onto your shoulder.

“The exit.!” You exclaim, letting out a huff of relief, suddenly pushing him with your good hand, shoving him past the exit line, following after.

“Game clear., three days have been added to your visas.” The voice calls out, but you both don’t care to notice it as you land onto your knees and sit on the floor, holding your shoulder and trying to catch your breath. He stands, shoulders slumping as he tries to catch his breath. He’s tempted to leave, to leave and walk away as if you never existed-but the way you’re sitting with your bleeding shoulder, doe eyes squeezed shut as you try to deal with the pain.

You looked like a kicked puppy, and he just stands there conflicted for a moment-this wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. You were supposed to help him get past this game and then we would have went along his way and forget you even existed. But he can’t help but feel like he wants to help, it’s only fair. He totally doesn’t want to do this because he wants to, right?

After a moment he sighs, staring down at you, the words coming out of his mouth before he could stop them. “I could help with that.”

—“fuck…easy on the alcohol, would you?” You wince, a bit of playfulness in your tone, but it’s obvious that it hurts. You’re sitting on the floor of his hotel room, he had taken you to the place known as ‘the beach’. Very chaotic, but he managed to find some peace and quiet in his room.

“You want me to treat it, don’t you?” He mocks, pressing a bit harder just to make a point, causing you to tense and hiss in discomfort, but you just frown and mumble a small “yea..” and then he eases the pressure with the alcohol wipe. “Then quit complaining.”

You just nod, spreading your legs out in front of you, staring ahead of you as he treats your shoulder with the little supplies he has, letting him work on your shoulder. It’s quiet besides the sound of yours and his breathing, and the occasional wince that slips from your lips.

He’s enjoying the quiet, treating your shoulder with a calm nature, his doctor experience clear on his actions. And he nearly lets out a sigh when you speak, curiosity clear in your voice.

“So you were a doctor before all of this?”

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—Hide and seek.

Pairing; Chishiya x reader<3

A/n; this is based in a squid game au! So, very minor spoilers for squid game season 3 if you haven’t seen it! I binged it the other night and got this idea.

Reader should be gender neutral, but i apologize if i put pronouns in there!!! No y/n usage. And reader is implied to be a little crazy lol

—Money. It’s what makes the world go round and around, you need it just to live, but it could also put you in trouble. Money can make people cruel and show their true self.

So when you found yourself in debts that were hard to repay, you understood why people acted like money was the best thing in the world. Cause it is, and you didn’t have it.

So when a man dressed in a suit offered you money to play some game called ddakji, you accepted. All you had to do was throw your paper down and turn his over, but if you didnt then you got slapped. It hurt, but after a few tries you got it. And he gave you the money with that calm smile that made his eyes crinkle-before pulling out a card with three shapes on it.

Play in some child games and win a life changing amount of money? Who would refuse? Even though your life could end each day because of these games, but every life put more money in that piggy bank that was screaming your name. People begged to leave, voting x to stop the games. But everytime you walked down you pressed O with confidence. You were staying to play, even though the amount of money in the piggy bank was enough for your debts—you could always have more.

—you huff as you walk down the hallways, the smell of sweat and blood from other players creeps into your nose and it’s musty, but you’ve grown used to the smell. You shift slightly, gripping your knife tightly as you look down the halls, your red vest keeping you onto your assigned team. Red, kill a blue player and you’ll pass the game.

But you weren’t limited to just one. This was hide and seek, another game you had to play. And you were the seeker. Other red players run past you in search for a blue, you’ve even seen a few blues run by in your peripheral vision-it was just like when you were a kid. Running and trying to not get caught by the seeker, but this time if you got caught, it would be forever.

The blood splattered on you is warm, another reminder of what you’ve had to do during this game. You’ve already killed your one player, but there was another player that caught your attention, he saw you do it-corner them in a room that was bright and colorful and take that knife and push it into them until they stopped moving. Such a dark move for the colorful game arena, painted rainbows on the walls and a blue sky with yellow stars.

But he ran before you could really get much of him-but oh, he was so cute! So that’s what leads you to now, following in the direction you saw him, hoping to find him. Cheeky little thing, he was just like a cat-quick and nimble, always watching and observing, quiet when he wanted to be. You just wanted to know more. He didn’t seem scared like others, he was cool and calculated…and how you liked people like that. People usually failed to catch your intention, but he did-you were swooned! Can you blame you?

“Where are you? I know you’re here somewhere..” you croon as you stalk down the hall you saw him run down, pushing open an unlocked door with your foot,peeking inside it. He’s not in there-but someone is, and they’re ready to beg and plead for their life.

“Please don’t.!” The voice pleads, holding their hands out in front of them as if that would shield you from them-pathetic. But he wasn’t who you were looking for. Their face is tear stained with their key held around their neck. The bloody on their hands isn’t theirs, so they must’ve found someone else dead.

“You’re not the one I’m looking for.” You drawl, stepping inside the room, feigning a lunge at them, causing them to panic and slip into the middle of the room, on their knees. You just hum and begin to slowly circle them, keeping them on their knees in the floor. “I want player 320.”

They visibly tense at your words, their eyes following as you circle them slowly, knife blade tracing along their blue vest. They were the vulnerable one here, and they knew it. They’ve seen the way you’ve acted in the other games-they knew you could really do something if you wanted to. You definitely had a few screws loose in that head of yours. But you weren’t borderline psychotic, just a little…crazy.

“I-I…I saw him.” He murmurs, voice cracking slightly as he tries to keep his composure. And he nearly lets out a sigh of relief as he hears the satisfied noise leave your body, your body pausing before you continue to calmly circle him, putting a bit more pressure with your blade as a silent sign for him to continue.

“I last saw him in the room with the rainbows in it, blue vest and everything..” he continues, audibly gulping as your blade traces his shoulder. He goes to say something else but gets cut off by another voice-it’s smooth and calm, a slight smug tint to it. “Looking for me? I’m surprised.”

Your eyes drift over the to doorway of the room, pausing in your steps as you see him again. What was his name again…chishiya? Something like that, you heard a girl him that in a game prior-mingle to be exact, you heard her yell his name as they ran into a room. Oh how you wish you could’ve been the one in that room with him!

“There you are!” You beam, hearts already practically forming into your eyes, stepping away from the poor man you had cornered onto the floor like the a bad dog. You hum and step towards him, pointing your knife at him, still speaking like you were completely heart stricken-and you practically were. “You have no idea how long I’ve been looking for you.”

“For me?” He muses, hands shoved into his green jacket as he tilts his head at you, lips curling into his usual smirk. “Well you’re gonna have to catch me first.”

Just as you frown slightly at his statement, he suddenly turns and books it the other way from you. You didn’t even know he could run, honestly. Considering that in every other game he walked calmly through it.

“Damn it!” You hiss, shaking your head and huffing, quickly following after him, letting the poor boy get up and run out of the room to. Your main focus on chishiya. You weren’t going to lose him again. You just wanted to get to now him-was that so wrong? And you’d kill anyone to get it.

Your running is interrupted by a sudden tackle to the ground, he tricked you..he tricked you! How devastating.! Were you really that scary that he doesn’t wanna be near you? You couldn’t let that happen. You always made a way to get what you wanted. And what you wanted was him.

“Sorry…but I’m not letting a pretty thing like you get in my way.” He mutters, and you just grunt-before moments you’re both fighting like cats and dogs, your knife somewhere else on the ground. You’re scratching and yanking on his chair , he’s punching and pushing you to the ground.

At some point you manage to kick him off, sending him against the wall, and he grunts out-but just lazily lifts his head as you begin to push yourself up, his smirk never leaving you.

“…careful, keep hitting me and I’ll start to think you’re into me.” You tease, letting out a small breath as you lick at the blood on your lip, nearly groaning at the taste, your hair is slightly disheveled and you’re a bit sweaty. But you somehow manage to make it look good.

He isn’t any better, his hair messy with the way you’ve tugged and pulled at it, a deep scratch on his cheek that has him breathing a little heavy. He’s starting to realize who he’s messed with, you’re a little crazy…but all the hottest people are, right?

Just as you go to take a step towards him, a hand out to tug at him-he’s dodging it, making you huff in frustration, not even caring to notice that the games timer is running out. His next words are a small tease, smoothly said, “Sorry, but I’m not losing to someone like you, maybe next time we could continue this.”

And then he’s booking it towards another room, and you follow-just to see him smirking cockily at you as he stand at the exit that someone else has unlocked. Cheeky bastard. He really got your hopes up, you just wanted to play this game with him-really do the purpose of hide and seek. To stalk down the halls while he hides-but he just had to go and mess it up.

“You definitely made this game interesting.” He hums, and his eyes look you up and down before he walks backwards and out of the door, leaving you alone in the arena.

“Damn it..” you huff-practically whining the words out as you frown, the all too cheerful voice echoing out ‘player 320 pass!” You groan and huff in frustration, walking away and grabbing your knife again, glancing at one of the nearby clocks and seeing the lack of time, so you stomp out of the room and decide to take your frustration out on any more blue players you see…and some red players too, the rules never said anything against that.

—you’re guided back into the familiar room with all of the bunk beds and the people that have survived, now removed of your red vest. And your eyes immediately lock back onto him, and within an all too eager huff you’re making your way over, ready to attach yourself to his side like a puppy.

“You again? My, seems like you really do have a thing for me.” He muses as he slightly raises a brow at you as sit against his bed, chin in your fist in a casual manner, your knees digging into the cold floor, but you push the thought into the back of your head.

“Can you blame me? You’re just so…” you trail off as you try to think of the word, your eyes looking him up and down, before slowly meeting his gaze again. “..interesting.”

“Interesting, huh?” He huffs, arms casually crossed over his chest as he leans back against the wall. He tilts his head at you, humming as he looks you over, eyes lingering on your lips, the small scab where he hit you. His eyes drift over to across the room to kuina, who’s talking to arisu, probably asking how the game was for him, before looking back at you. “You’re not gonna leave me alone, are you?”

You smirk slightly at that, a small huff of amusement leaving your body, before shaking your head. “I have no plans on doing that, pretty boy.”

“Hm. Very well.” He hums with a small snicker, and based on the look in his eyes-he not against it. Not one bit.

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Hiiii im new but GOD ive fallen in love with your writinga and uhh if u dont mind could you please write a chishiya x reader where the reader and he are highschool sweet hearts but they separate before college and get back together during the borderlands

And uhh...please make it heavily angst (MAKE THE READER DIE) uhewhuehwe

Love you baiiii

—just to lose you again.

Pairing; Chishiya x reader (gender neutral and no use of y/n!)

A/n; I tried to make this angsty as hell, but I kind of forgot how to write angst, so forgive me 😭

Kind of questioning if I should make a master list 🫣

Give me more requests!!! <3

—“it’s like you don’t care about anything anymore.” Your voice murmurs out to chishiya, soft yet firm, trying to get your point across, but he just wouldn’t listen. He never does anymore.

“Jesus…this again? People change. I’m busy.” He mutters with a huff, seeming so disinterested in what you’re trying to communicate. It’s like you don’t know him anymore, he doesn’t seem to care, as if everything in life is pointless.

“….i don’t know how much more of this I can take. It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.” You say with a scoff, your eyes boring into him, but he just looks at you-cat like eyes staring at you as if what you were trying to get him to understand didn’t matter at all.

He drowns himself in books morning to dawn, barely takes care of himself even more, he’s burning himself out…and he just seems so…blank. As if his canvas was covered over with white paint with only a few smudges left.

“Oh really?” He huffs, eyes narrowing slightly, not getting up from his seat in front of his desk where you barged in at, he’s getting fed up-but get rid of his calm demeanor? No.

“Then don’t.” The words are calmly spoken, but harsh, his eyes daring you to retort, but he doesn’t really think you’ll do anything. But he’s cut short when you just mutter a small ‘fine, then.’ and then you were gone. Out of his door. And out of his life. But he can’t bring himself to go after you, maybe this was for the best. You both had different dreams anyways.

Atleast that’s what he told himself.

—“it wasn’t supposed to be this way.” You mutter shakily as you look over at him from across to table, the belt around your waist not allowing you to move. This was the worst game you could’ve ever reunited with him in. You wanted so desperately to text him, or ask him how he was doing. But you couldn’t bring yourself to. Now you had to meet this way.

The king of diamonds. Pick a number and it gets multiplied by .08, and whoever picked the number closest to the answer got a point and the other lose-get to -10 and a pot of boiling acid gets poured over.

The smell of burnt flesh clogs your nose, the smell of the harsh chemicals almost makes you feel dizzy. Your heart is slightly pounding against your chest, your eyes never leaving chishiya.

“It never goes the way you want it to. That’s just how the borderlands work.” He murmurs calmly, a slight hint of his usual smugness in it. His eyes glance over at the king of diamonds who was just burned…but the shackles don’t release. One more must die.

“I wish I wasn’t in this game with you,” you murmur with a small sniffle as you shake your head. Tears welling in your eyes…sure, you broke up before college despite being together since high school, sure you guys had that massive argument…but you didn’t want him to die. And you didn’t either.

“Oh? Seems like you wish a lot of things happened without me.” He remarks snarkily, carrying that smug condescension that makes you want to wrap your hands around his neck and shake him violently. But it’s not like you could do that, you were bound to the chair.

You shake your head again, denying it-was he really that clueless? You loved him, but he couldn’t love himself. That is what ended you guys. ‘That’s not true. I don’t regret a single thing that’s happened with you, chishiya. I just…”

He raises an eyebrow as you trail off, adjusting slightly in his seat and leaning back casually, the timer beginning to go down. Numbers had to be picked.

“…I just don’t want you to die-and I don’t wanna die either.” You murmur firmly, eyes darting to your tablet as you pick your number, your fingers trembling as you press onto one of them. “In high school…you were one of the rotten ones, and I liked you for that, and I always will.”

He pauses at that, before just letting out a hum, his own gaze drifting over to his tablet and picking a number, his moves confident and casual. As calm as a fish in a pond, you were almost jealous at how well he could keep his composure.

You look up at the board as you watch the numbers calculate, multiplying by .08, your body stiffening as you watch, anticipating.

Fuck.

Your lips part into a small and shaky breath as you see it. Chishiya won. He picked the number closest to the multiplied number. You watch as you hit -10 points.

It’s over. It’s really over.

He mumbles your name, and that’s when you look over at him-your eyes watering as you come to realize that you’re about to die. The life you worked so hard building was just about to be gone like it was nothing.

“In another life, I hope we would’ve worked out.” He mutters, his tone calm and cool, but you can hear the way it trembles slightly. And oh how his words go through your ears, you so desperately wanted to be together in this life. Why couldn’t it have been this one?

You don’t get a chance to speak before you hear the pot tip over-and the everything burns. Its burns and it hurts, it has you screaming and writhing in your chair as you try to avoid it. But you screech his name with pained sobs and screams, begging for help.

Chishiya can’t tear his gaze away, his breathing hitching slightly as he watched, his body tensing as he’s forced to watch you scream as the acid burns your skin, burning you to the point you stop moving within seconds. The sounds of his name coming from your mouth going quiet. He can’t even recognize your face anymore-and it makes his heart drop to his stomach.

He wants to hurl as he swallows the small lump forming in his throat, his chest is starting to heave slightly as he stares at your frame hunched over the table. He mutters your name absently as he keeps looking, even as the robotic voice calls out that he won the game, and the shackles around his waist release. But he can’t bring himself to move. his body won’t let him. Every memory he has with you, every holiday he spent with you, every birthday replays in his head and it makes his ears start to ring.

He finally brings himself to stand up, his legs shaking slightly as he tries to keep them from buckling-his eyes not once leaving your frame. He was disappointed when he let you leave that day, and after that he could barely get himself to leave his room. And now you’re gone for good, and you’re not coming back.

He doesn’t want to accept it-and after a second he just turns and stumbles out of the room, thinking that if he stares for any longer he’s gonna start to sob, his usual cool and confident demeanor gone, the walls he’s built crumbled and destroyed like a house of cards with a little gust of wind.

What will he do now? I wanted to make it out of the borderlands for you-but you were right there and out of his grasp. And you won’t ever be again.

Chishiya lost the one thing he wanted to go back for.

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—We meet again, huh?

Pairing; chishiya x reader

A/n; so…I might’ve disappeared for awhile, oopsies!!! I want to start writing more, so give me requests or ideas! I’ll try to not disappear again lol

—it’s surprisingly quiet, atleast to you. You’ve tuned everything out around you into a muffled background noise, the kind that sounds like when you fall asleep with the tv on.

It’s burning. The beach is burning, the flames a sharp contrast to the dark sky, and you can’t bring your eyes to look away. The air nips at your skin, the skin that’s visible because of your swim wear-you didn’t even get a chance to change like you usually would before a game. The ten of hearts appeared out of nowhere.

Your thoughts drift over to chishiya, wondering if he’s okay, along with kuina-the two were last seen together, they managed to slip away from the chaos. But you know he’s better than that, to allow himself to get stuck in the burning building, but you can help but wonder if his luck finally ran out.

You sigh, tilting your head as you continue to stare at the scene, you’re calm about it though. In truth, you were expecting the beaches downfall at some point. You just didn’t expect it to be now-or for it to happen during that last number game. You didn’t even really register that the beach could’ve been a game arena. You’ve been here awhile, and they still know how to surprise you, even a little bit.

Through your haze you manage to hear a small snippet of arisu and usagi talking, they’re starting to back away, probably to go team yo together somewhere else. You turn your head and watch, letting out an audible hum, soft eyes watching as usagi helps him walk, considering he got his face beat in again. The fact they still stuck together is a bit of a relief, you could tell they kind of had a thing for eachother when they first joined. If you even meet them again, you hope they’re still alive and together.

The beach was a prophecy, even though Mira tried to say it wasn’t. But it was. It was a place for people to hook up and party, all because they could die tomorrow if they didn’t try hard enough, and they all had to abide by the one. Hatter. Death to all traitors, he would say-and right now, everyone was a traitor as they watched the beach burn. You included. And maybe Chishiya, wherever he was.

Your eyes drift over to the beach again, your fists slightly clenching at your sides as you take in a breath-it truly was over. You’re on your own. On your again, it isn’t a surprise, but that doesn’t make the information enjoyable to comprehend. Is this really how your life has come to? You can already feel the empty loneliness filling your chest, the one that kuina and chishiya were able to fill.

What to do now? You surely didn’t trust to be allies with any of these hypocrites, they could barely go a day without drugging themselves up with alcohol or some type of special candy. They would get you killed, but they can get themselves killed, it’s not your business.

—you don’t really know how long it’s been since that night, but here you are now, in the middle of shibuya crossing, hands shoved into your pockets as you stare up at the blimp in the sky.

The king of spade’s. Face cards. Interesting.

Just as you are about to move, sounds suddenly echo out-gunshots and screams, causing you to flinch, suddenly hyper aware of everything around you, you certainly weren’t gonna die now.

“Damn it.!” you hiss, hands out of your pockets as you get ready to move-and then you see it. A black thing rolling at your feet, and within seconds your eyes are widening and you’re jumping back and diving behind a car.

BOOM!!! it explodes, the sound echoing out loudly, it almost has your ears ringing. People are screaming, and you don’t know what to do.

“Oh that’s not good…” you hear a familiar voice sigh out, and it has your ears perking up and your body instinctively sitting up a little. Chishiya? You might be mistaken because of all the noises…but are you?

“Go without me!” He follows out saying, before you hear the sound of a car skidding off, the wheels screeching slightly among the road-and then in your peripheral vision he’s diving behind a car and landing on the ground with you and pressing up against the car, and you see his eyebrows raise slightly as he looks at you, instantly recognizing you. A slight smirk curling against his lips.

“Ah…I see you made it out of the beach, hm? Not surprised.” He murmurs in his usual cool and calm tone, but you can hear the small bit of cockiness in it. He’d knew you would survive that place, you said you would.

“Yea..you did too, huh?” You reply with a slight huff, leaning your head back against the car, listening out for the kind of spades, but you assume he went after other people. How the hell were you supposed to clear this game?

“Are you gonna accompany me?” He asks with the same smirk, as if he already knew the answer, and you have to resist the urge to roll your eyes at him, watching as he begins to get up and start to leave the area-and you begrudgingly follow behind, getting up and huffing out.

“Whatever, chishiya.”

[y0ur-lovrr]

Chishiya with a reader who accidentally falls asleep on him?

—Quiet

A/n;it’s rlly short I’m sorry, I wanted to do this but I didn’t know what to write, so my apologies if it’s bad 🙏🏻

Pairing; chishiya shuntaro x reader

—screw this game. That’s the bitter thought that stays in your head, his king of spades game is total bullshit. Even you had to admit, it was challenging, having to stay alive against this guy.

Chishiya remained cool though, his nonchalant demeanor not once faltering, it was honestly kind of admirable-as it was also kind of irritating.

“Wonder how long this game is gonna last..” he muses underneath his breath with a small hum as he stares at the small fire he made, the fire crackling lightly against the quiet sound of wildlife around you and the little campsite you guys are at-evading from the king of spades.

You were barely listening to what he was saying, the events of the past day finally catching up to you, and you can feel your eyelids getting heavier with every passing second, your body starting to become sluggish.

Chishiya notices your silence, but doesn’t speak of if, until he realizes that you’re not replying to his statement, and then he feels it. Your head drops down onto his shoulder with a light and barely audible thump, the action causing him to freeze slightly, his head turning to look at you with a small mumble of your name.

You don’t reply, not even slightly tilting your head in acknowledgment like you usually would, and it hits him, you’re asleep.

He lets out a small huff of amusement and slight annoyance, but that annoyance fades as quickly as it came and he just looks back at the fire he set up, letting you sleep in his shoulder without much resistance, keeping as still as he can so you won’t stir, and he knows once you awake up he’s gonna tease the hell out of you for it.

But he can’t bring himself to wake you up, so he just lets you lean against him and nuzzle up against his shoulder, completely out of it. He even slightly leans his head against yours, but that’s the most he brings himself to do.

[y0ur-lovrr]

—Parasitic.

A/n; sorry I haven’t written in some time, I’ve had terrible writers block and I’ve been busy with my schoolwork, so forgive me 🙏🏻

Pairing; chishiya shuntaro x reader

Parasitic.

That’s the word you’d use to describe chishiya. He’s a parasite. He takes advantage of the people that trust with their whole heart, or even if they trust only with a little part of it-he takes advantage of it. No matter who you are. Hes a parasite that uses the people around him. And yet again, that’s what he’s done.

You’re seething-at the point that someone would take a look at you and would think you’re a rabid dog. But that’s also maybe because of the flames around you from the beach as it burns in flames.

He had betrayed you for the damn cards, he played you and arisu at the same time-oh, you should’ve known, that little—

You pause the thought as you jump out of the was as a piece of a pillar nearly falls onto you, shit-you need to get out of this building, the ten of hearts game has to be over by now, right?

Despite being blinded by anger, you’re not that dumb to realize that you have to get out of this god forsaken building.

after some time you manage to get out of the building, okay for the most part, few scratches here and there, but you’re not really burned, so you’d say you were fine.

But you’re still so angry at the whole thing-chishiya really did that. You knew he was a parasite-you knew it, but you couldn’t help but trust him, and he threw it under the bus just like that.

Oh, you were pissed-infuriated. And god knows you’re not gonna let that go.

—“Hm, you survived the beach? Shouldn’t be surprised, since it is you.”

A familiar voice calls out to you as you step into a new game, the jack of hearts-and you tense at the voice, already knowing who it is, the sound already having you seethe in your spot.

He watches with a light smirk as you turn your head to glare at him, the explosive collar around both of your necks making it impossible for you to leave this game.

Chishiya can’t help but have a small sense of amusement at your anger, it’s radiating from you in heavy waves, he knows you’re mad at him-and for good reason.

You just want to lunge at him, tackle him and show him who he fucked with-and whose feelings he’s hurt. He really crossed you, and he knows that.

“C’mon now…in order for me to gain something I had to lose something, you know how it works.”

He muses, half expecting you to punch him or pounce, his voice is smooth and calm, and that alone just angers you-it’s like he doesn’t feel any type of remorse, he truly was an apathetic bastard.

“Yea?” You huff out, forcing a small smile on your face, buts it’s obviously strained, and it quickly fades into a small scowl, your judging gaze burning holes through him-not that he cared.

“So I was worth losing? Throwing under the bus like that? I was just a pawn?”

You ask bitterly, your fingers slightly clenching as they form into fists at your sides, you knew you were a pawn, but it still hurt-and it was a good reason to be angry.

“If it was up to me I would’ve kept you around, but I wanted those cards.” He says nonchalantly with a simple shrug of his shoulders, head tilting to the side like Cheshire Cat-as if you were a mouse he could just step on with his paws. “Shouldn’t have gotten attached to me anyway, you know that.”

“You wanna know what you are chishiya?” You ask with a small chuckle, one that is so forced as you try to keep yourself grounded, you just want to pounce on him and shove his face in.

“What?” He asks with a slight raise of his brow, his amusement still evident, as if him playing with you was his favorite activity. And honestly, it was-the way you got angry so fast was amusing, as if anger was the only way you knew how to deal with things.

“You’re a parasite.” Your words echo out into the room, and they actually make him pause, his head tilting to the other side, silently asking for you to elaborate. He’s been called a lot of things, but never a parasite.

“You use people-you use the trust that people have, and you use that to your advantage and then when you’re done you throw them away. That’s parasitic, you do it just because you can.”

You say harshly with a scoff, taking a step towards him, but he doesn’t move and just lets you come close to him, your hands twitching as if you’re resisting to hit him.

“I do what I have to do.” He replies with a small huff, not feeling remorse for what he did, how he basically left you like you were nothing, just for some cards. Oh, that’s funny. Really funny.

“No, you do it because you can, and you know that you can get away with it. Just like how a parasite does, that’s what you are, a parasitic, apathetic, bastard.” You argue with a shake of your head, your jaw beginning to tighten, and he realizes he’s beginning to back into a wall with the way you keep getting closer.

“You’re really caught up on this, aren’t you?—“

He doesn’t get to finish before you’re suddenly grabbing him by his collar and yanking him closer, your words going straight into his ear.

“Admit it, you’re a damn parasite.” You say harshly into his ear, and it’s then he realizes how truly pissed you are, and he slightly stumbles as you suddenly let him go, giving him a glare before you turn and walk towards the other room without another word-there’s a silent threat to your words, as if you’d make him see who he crossed if he came near you again.

He just huffs quietly and flattens out the spot on his white jacket where you grabbed him, unsure of what to say-he really knows he fucked up, and after a second his eyes drift to the side, the robotic voice saying that the amount of players has been achieved, and started explaining the rules.

“This game is gonna be interesting, especially with them…” he mumbles under his breath, following you into the other room where the other players were waiting, how fun.

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aaa i love your fics. you don’t have to do this but what about reader who blushes every single time she locks eyes w/ chishiya? and he knows she likes him like the lil shitty goober he is…i just wanna see what you’d think he do in this situation :)

—watchful eyes

A/n; TYYY for the suggestion!!! I don’t know if this is good or not so if it’s bad i apologize lol <3

Pairing; Chishiya Shuntaro x reader <3

—you can’t help it, the way your eyes land on him when he isn’t looking, making sure to look at him when he isn’t looking at you so that he doesn’t know. (He knows.)

And right now is another one of those occasions, your eyes landing on him despite your spot at the edge of the pool, him leaning against one of the walls with kuina.

He isn’t looking at you-or atleast you don’t think he is-so it gives you the chance to look at him, your stare almost longing. In your eyes he is just perfect, looks and personality wise-except for the fact that he was a cunning bastard, it has its moments where it’s infuriating.

You don’t even realize how obvious your staring is, or that chishiya is starting to smirk to himself, obviously aware of your looking.

But then he turns to look at you, subtly raising an eyebrow at you, letting out a small hum of amusement as your eyes immediately widen as you look away, your face already starting to feel hot as your cheeks burn up. And in that moment, you know he knows.

Your mind is already starting to run a thousand miles per hour, and in that moment all you can do is just stare at the pool water as he gets off of the wall and makes his way towards you-his hands casually shoved into the pockets of his white jacket, his signature smirk on his face.

“You know…you stare a lot.” He huffs out with a teasing tone, taking it upon himself to sit next to you, and you feel your heart speed up at the fact he’s sitting so close to you, and the fact he’s also talking to you.

“No I don’t, I don’t…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You mumble with a shake of your head, trying to deny it-even though you know it’s true. It’s not your fault he always attracts your gaze.

“You say that,” he muses, pausing for a second to let the words simmer before he tacks on, “but everytime I look at you, you’re always looking at me. But when we meet eyes you look away, it’s almost disappointing.”

At his words he turns his head to look at you, his head tilting the side, his eyes digging into the side of your head, silently daring you to meet his gaze.

“It’s amusing really, that you can’t even meet eyes with me.” He teased in his usual casual tone, letting out a huff when you don’t say anything else, as if you had given up on denying it.

He reaches out and suddenly puts two fingers under your chin, gently tapping as a silent request for you to look at him.

“C’mon, look at me..I wanna see those eyes of yours.” He hums, his tone carrying undeniable amusement, hearing the way your breath softly hitches, but then you turn your head slightly to look at him, your cheeks immediately starting to redden as you guys lock eyes again. You have to put so much effort into not looking away, not that you want to, with the way his eyes are basically drawing you in.

“There you go…not so bad looking at me is it?” He questions, and you know better than to not know that he was teasing you like the little bastard he was, knowing he had the upper hand in this situation.

“It’s not so bad.” You huff out, finding yourself almost leaning into his touch. It’s then you realize the secret is out of the bag now.

“Who would’ve figured that you would like someone like me, hm? Im almost impress—“ you don’t let him finish because of the scoff you let out.

“How could I not? Do you not realize how great you are?” You huff out, your eyebrows slightly furrowing at him, gaining some of your confidence back. He lets out a low whistle at your sudden feistiness.

“And what is so great about me?” He asks as he raises an eyebrow at you, smirking as he waits for an answer, watching as you roll your eyes at his ignorance, turning your gaze back to the pool.

“I swear to god I am so close to shoving you in this pool.”

“Oh really?” He hums out in an amused tone, leaning closer to you, knowing you wouldn’t do that to him..or atleast he hopes you wouldn’t.

“One more word, chishiya, and I will—“

[y0ur-lovrr]

—Bleed out

A/n; hi! Srry I haven’t been posting much, I’ve been busy with school and stuff, and some personal family issues, but I wanna get back to posting now!!

Pairing; Arisu Ryohei x reader <3

—A mumble of your name breaks the ringing in your ears, Arisu’s voice is shaky, words cracking slightly.

You don’t reply, not having the words to say to him-not that you could say anything in the moment, the painful wound of the bullet in your abdomen clouding what you want to say. You feel it, the blood, it’s thick-already starting to form a red spot on your shirt, having the slight metallic smell to it.

Arisu lets out a gasp of your name as your legs buckles beneath you, and suddenly you’re falling to the floor, hand grasping at your wound as the blood immediately makes your fingers red and sticky.

“Why would you do that?-why would you take that bullet for me?!” He sputters out frantically, his hands pressing onto your wound after he moves your own hands away, his breath hitching at the blood.

“I…I wanted to do something out of character..” You mumble out with a shaky breath, staring up at him, just letting yourself lay there…and you feel weak, you hate that feeling, arisu knows that-judging by the way his eyes soften down at you.

In arisu’s opinion(and probably majority of the people who’ve met you), you were the most stubborn, and tough headed person he’s met. With the way you would always refuse help when you were injured from games, or when you were playing a game-but now you took a bullet for him, without hesitation.

“Y-You didn’t have to do that…that’s a lot of blood—“ he mumbles, his heart pounding-and not in a good way, his body is shaking as his mind runs a thousand miles per second, tears forming in his eyes. He doesn’t know what to do.

“…Arisu.” You mumble, hand grasping up to put on top of one of his, letting out a shaky breath, clearly trying to get his attention. And it takes him a second to realize that you want his attention.

“What is it.?” He asks you in a mumbled tone, giving you all of his attention, as if nothing could tear his eyes and attention away from you, and to be fair, it probably wouldn’t. You were his priority right now.

“I…want you…to go play the queen of hearts, I want you to beat the games.”

You mutter, a hint of a command in your tone, and Arisu knew better than to not follow it-but he couldn’t leave you. You’re bleeding out-and you want him to leave you?? No way.

“But what about you? You’re bleeding out—“ he scoffs, shaking his head lightly, a subtle frown forming on his lips.

“I’ll be okay..” you mumble, still staring up at him, but then you start to shift, pushing yourself to sit up with a grunt, biting at your bottom lip as you push yourself to sit back against an abandoned car.

“Go, arisu.” You demand weakly with a huff, pausing for a second before you tack on before he can protest. “Please..”

At you please, he hesitates, knowing that you want him to go to the last game-but he still doesn’t want to leave you like this. But..he would do anything for you, and you’re on the verge of begging. He feels stuck, he wants to stay with you-but he wants to go do the last game like you want him too.

And after a couple of seconds he suddenly takes off the yellowish pull over he’s wearing, and putting it over you, mostly bunching it up over your wound, a some type of tourniquet-but it’s more so an arts and craft project.

“Okay…” he huffs out, kneeling in front of you, hands gently going to the back of your head to gently pull you in, forcing your head to rest on his shoulder, his face burying itself into your hair. You feel him take a deep breath, his lips gently pressing into the space of your forehead your hairline, before he pulls away. “I’ll be back, I promise.”

You guys stare at eachother for a second, before you reach and hand out and weakly place it on his shoulder, subtly pushing him, a sign for him to go.

“And I’ll be waiting for you, arisu…go beat that game for me.” You mumble with a weak breath, giving his shoulder a small squeeze before you let go, you see the way he hesitates to leave-but he knows he just, this could save you.

After moments of hesitation he finally turns and starts to hurry his way off to the game arena, his fingers lightly twitching as he resists the urge to go back to you, even as he feels your eyes staring at him as he leaves.

You’ll live through this-right..?

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Hiiii this is my first request so im sry if this is not enough but can you do banda or yaba i love them with a reader that is like dazai this is inspired by what i saw in tumblur and i just was so obsessed with that idea so if you can pls do it tho ofcourse you can not do it!

—Secret alliances

A/n; I’m sorry this is pretty bad imo, but I had no idea who Dazai was and tried to do what I saw on TikTok, so it’s most likely so out of character! 😓

Pairing; Sunato Banda x Reader

—“let’s take a looksy.!” Your voice says in a sing song voice, acting to nonchalant and calm as if you couldn’t basically kill him right now..but you wouldn’t do that, since you’re allies.

Banda just hums quietly, patiently standing there as you lean back to get a look at the back of his collar, grabbing a small handful of his dark locks and moving out of the collars way, ignoring his small grunt in retaliation.

“…and you’re a club.” You hum as you tap the back of his collar to signify your point before letting go of his hair, not waiting for a reply before you turn around, already tugging some of your hair away from the collars way.

Banda huffs quietly in an amused tone, finding it quite amusing how you were always calm and playful, even though you could die at any second-even with how smart you were.

“You’re a heart.” He says simply, copying you and tapping the back of your collar before you turn around to face him again.

“Okay…so that settles another round then?” You muse, showing of that small and Cheshire Cat like grin of yours that he had come so used to over the past few games he’s played with you, including this one-it was as if luck was on his side, really, no matter what game it was, you both would somehow meet up again.

“That it does, and I have a feeling the game will end soon.” He huffs casually with a shrug of his shoulders, noting how empty the asylum looked with how many people have gotten eliminated.

You scoff quietly under your breath-almost as if you were disappointed, or maybe even bored. “That’s disappointing..but thanks to the other guy we secured our guess on who the Jack is.”

“Mhm…speaking off, I’m sure our teammates are probably looking for us now. Can’t let the alliance out yet, can we?” He mumbles with a small smirk, watching as you roll your eyes, but agreeing anyway.

“I guess…you’re dinner to hang out with than chishiya…you actually put up with me and entertain me.”

You huff out, being a little dramatic about it, even though it wasn’t a big deal-but he just quietly chuckles in amusement, finding the thought of you being bored of chishiya.

After saying a few more things, you both decide it’s time to split up and go back to your reluctant partners, you giving him a playful wink as you walk away and head towards the area chishiya was at, while he makes his way back to matsushita.

—“I had a feeling it was you.” Chishiya draws out casually as he walks out from him room, catching matsushita by surprise as he stops laughing, realizing that he’s been figured out.

Before he can sputter out another word, Banda also steps out from a room, hands casually shoved into his pockets, a slight smirk on his face. “Not a lot of people team up with someone like me, you kind of walked right into this.” Banda sighs, amused at the whole ordeal, along with chishiya as he lightly huffs.

“You didn’t even realize that he was acting like he was under your control, he manipulated you in the long run.”

And then there’s more footsteps, you walking out from behind a corner, still alive as well, much to matsushita’s disappointment-he’s had it out for specifically since the beginning.

“Oh, there’s more of use left than I thought there would be..and you didn’t manage to get me out like you wanted to, huh? So sad.”

You mumble out with a feigned pout, but it quickly drops as you see Banda, immediately attaching yourself to his side, almost like a dog as Banda would describe it. Chishiya raises an eyebrow slightly at you going towards Banda instead, but he quickly understands what’s happening, and he can’t say he surprised, so he decides not to mention it.

“Wait no-it’s not me!—“ matsushita tries to sputter out, only to be interrupted by you scoffing, looking at him like he was stupid, watching the realization of that his partner was working with you the entire time, and that he had basically lost.

Banda and Yaba decided to have some fun with him, trapping him in his room and deciding to make some answer about the borderlands come out of him…despite knowing that matsushita would probably fold rather quickly.

And to no one’s surprise, you turn and follow after Banda, staying by his side as yaba stays on his other-you weren’t gonna go with chishiya of all people..and he may have already left the building, so it was too late for you to follow him.

More fun for you and Banda, right?

[y0ur-lovrr]

this doesn't really give you a idea but maybe a angst with chishiya?

—Forgotten Memories.

A/n; I didn’t rlly have an idea for this one, so if it’s bad i apologize, but ty for leaving a request!! <3

Pairing; Chishiya Shuntaro x Reader <3

—The only sounds around you are the sounds of the light breeze and the light and ragged breaths of Chishiya underneath you, biting back small grunt as you keep your hands forced against his gunshot wound.

Your own breaths are ragged and pained, you having your own gunshot wound on your side, though you refused to care for it right now considering that Chishiya is bleeding out in front of you.

“Stop it-you’re also bleeding out, you know?” Chishiya grunt, trying to put pressure against your own wound, though not having much energy to do so.

“I’m fine…We’re gonna be okay-Arisu and then are finishing the last few games..and we’re gonna go…home.” You mutter through slightly gritted teeth, pausing to let out shaky breaths, trying to keep yourself awake and grounded despite your body starting to feel weaker.

He lets out a small grunt as your knees suddenly buckle beneath you, making you almost crash down against him, his arms instantly grabbing you by your shoulders and pushing you to sit down beside him as he leans back against the abandoned car.

For once, he doesn’t know what to say, and you don’t either. Instead sitting in silence as one of your hands leave his wound to press onto yours, putting as much pressure as you can in order to attempt to slow the bleeding. You can feel the warm and thick liquid coat your hands, staining your shirt and bottoms, your eyes trained on the sky above you.

But after a few moments suddenly fireworks start to light up the sky, making his eyes also drift upwards, his eyebrows slightly raising.

“All surviving players will be presented with two choices.” The robotic voice of the game plays out from the sky, and you huff slightly in reply, Chishiya letting out a quiet hum.

“Players must now all decide whether to accept permanent residence in this country, or decline it.”

And then it’s silent, besides the sounds of the fireworks in the sky and your own breathing and heartbeat that plays in your ears.

Chishiya waits for a second to catch his breath, before he breathes out, “I decline.”

And without missing a beat you reply too. The words “I decline, I decline the offer” leave your mouth in a quiet mutter, not having much breath or strength left in you.

One of your hands reach over and grab onto one of his, gently gripping his fingers against yours, but chishiya doesn’t decline it and instead gives yours a gentle squeeze.

But what worries him is when he hears your breathing start to get quieter, making his head turn towards you, his eyebrows slightly furrowing as he sees how your eyes flutter closed.

He mutters your name, concern etching its way into his normally casual tone, giving your hand a tug as he calls your name again, but then, he suddenly feels his eyes close, his own consciousness leaving him, but he spends the last bit of his consciousness trying to shake you awake-not wanting you to go to sleep forever.

—You’re walking down the hospital hallway-more like stumbling, having a small crutch to help you walk. You’ve been awake for a day now, having been told about how a meteor had hit Shibuya-and you were in its space when it happened, along with others. You were dead for a minute, but you were brought back with cpr, but being left injured from the blow.

“Apologies, but do we know eachother?” A voice rings out from behind you as you walk towards a vending machine, your fingers pausing just before you’re about to put your money in.

“Uhm…” you mumble as you turn your head to look at the voice, and then you see him. A guy around your age, bleached hair and also using a crutch. But you can’t remember if you do know him, but you can feel a small sense of familiarity-but you don’t know him, you would’ve remembered him if you did.

“I have no idea who you are, sorry.” You mumble with a small sigh, staring at him for a second more before you turn back towards the vending machine and put your money in, selecting your item and waiting for it to fall down.

“Oh. I just get the feeling we know eachother, that’s all.” He says with a small huff, shifting on his feet slightly, watching as you struggle to bend down and grab your item.

“Well I don’t know you, so..” you mutter with a huff, glancing at him for a second before you walk past him with your crutch, wanting to go back to your room, feeling his eyes watch as you leave.

As you walk away, Chishiya’s eyes don’t leave you. He can’t name it, but something about you is so familiar-but he can’t remember who you are, but something about your eyes and the way you carry yourself has a sense of familiarity. He’s unaware of what happened in the borderlands, how close you two got, and how you basically died next to eachother.

But now, you’re both back to being strangers.