your soulmate is on tumblr dot com reblogging snoopy images and mary oliver quotes and uncomfortably oversharing and trying her best not to lose her mind. If you even care

"smart appliances" fuck u i want them dumb as a brick and incidentally as sturdy and enduring

"it has an LCD and an app!" that will be so fun in 7 years when everything still works except the dead screen and the abandoned software.

"so many extra features" so that's why it costs 3x more and has 1/5th the lifespan of the old model.

"4 year extended warranty" buddy where I'm from the dishwasher is a family heirloom and the washing machine helped raise us

#that washing machine was more emotionally present in my childhood than my actual parents

neither a morning or night person but a secret third thing (always tired)

Ever since I was a little girl I knew I wanted to go back to bed

enough of pedro pascal and ryan reynolds and all those other run-of-the-mill dilfs everyone and their mum are into: reblog and tell me your nichest old man crush

of course that character lives in my brain rent free do i look like a fucking landlord to you?

stop playing it cool, just be passionate and intense and insane and whoever sticks around is meant for you

does anyone wanna have a sleepover & do little crafts together & watch gay movies together. yes or yes

My favourite kind of fics to read and to write

Don't go wasting your emotion

A/N: This is a oneshot of Aguni x Reader/OC. She doesn't have a name, but after seeing this gif of Camila Morrone in Daisy Jones and the Six I couldn't imagine her looking any other way, so I added a description of the character. Feel free to ignore it or substitute her features for whatever you like. •ᴗ•

I based this oneshot on a post by @glooomreach ♡

It's also my first time writing Aguni (definitely not the last), so I hope it's not too bad or too out of character.

Takeru had dragged him to the bar.

'Come on, come on. Just a couple of drinks, it will be fun!'

He had refused, at first, but eventually conceded. Just as his friend knew he would.

The only thing was that on Thursday night, only four types of people went out: the rich and famous, university students, groups of young girls who thought for real that Thursday was the new Friday and the older men wanting to flirt with them.

Where did that leave them?

Aguni sighed, with a beer already in his hand, while Takeru went through the book listing the songs one could choose to sing in the karaoke.

FRESH BRUISES or holy shit i'm in love with my bodyguard.

Bodyguard!Aguni x Singer!Reader

CW: mentions of blood, tw niragi being terrible, mild sexual harassment, derogatory language/slut shaming lmao.

W/C: 3k

{ forgive me if this isn’t like the best thing ever written, i’ve not written in a while and this au has been rotting my brain since i finished season 2. anyway this is entirely self indulgent bc i love my big beefy boi <333 also reader shld be gender neutral unless i missed anything :D }

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There are three cardinal rules to being a personal bodyguard: neutralise any threat before it even has a chance to happen; maintain absolute professionalism, always; and most importantly, do not, ever, break that boundary and fall in love with your client.  Aguni had always prided himself on never once breaking one of those rules, not once in his 10 years of being a private bodyguard for politicians, musicians, actresses, or high ranking businessmen.  No matter how many saw him as a substitute for a partner, he had never once broken character.  That is, until he met you.

bodyguard!aguni hcs...

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♠ thinking about bodyguard aguni who lets his hand linger on the small of your back for just a little too long when he's walking through a crowd with you.

♠ bodyguard aguni who knows all your regular food and coffee orders by heart.

♠ bodyguard aguni who steals longing glances at you from across the room when he thinks you're not paying attention (you are).

all over again

Chishiya Shuntaro x Reader

summary: Chishiya promises to find you again once back home

Warning: mentions of sex : blood : angst

You held his hand as he laid on the concrete road, in the middle of an overgrown Shibuya. Blood covered your hands and clothes, as you did what you could to keep your boyfriend alive.

The man who you fell in love with while trapped inside, Borderland. Cliche right? Falling in love with someone you’d probably never meet back home.

Chishiya Shuntaro, the culprit for stealing your heart. He seemed cruel and uncaring, not caring for anyone but himself. That might’ve been the case until, you entered the picture.

It was during a game of Spades, you seemed small and meek. To many of the other players, and Chishiya figured that you’d be killed of easily. But you proved him wrong, you were relentless, we’re agile.

Sure you left with your right arm broken, but other than that you were fine. And Chishiya was honestly surprised, never judge a book by its cover. Suddenly, it was as if fate or something was drawing the two of you towards each other, as more than a couple of times you’d. Reunite at more and more games, slowly developing a friendship, and eventually feelings.

Falling in love and getting into a relationship was far from his mind. It wasn’t even on his list of things to do. He never cared for romantic things that was until of course, he met you. Something about you seemed to change, Chishiya.

He didn’t know why or how you managed to make him fall in love with you. But it worked, and he fell hard. He never forget the first time the two of you had sex. How after the two of you cuddled in the afterglow of the loved you just made. Everything, seemed right with the world.

Until now, you were crying over Chishiya applying pressure to the bullet wound. “Stay with me, Chishi,” You said, and he scoffed at the nickname. He said to you many times he hates the nicknames. But you saw right through his lies, you knew he loved them.

“I-I can’t lose you too,” You said, as your eyes glossed over tears brimming your eyes as you sniffled. Honestly, pained him seeing you like this over him. The consequences of falling in love was that it hurt like hell.

“I-I need you.” You whispered, he just looked at you and smiled softly. Your heart aching as you tried your best to stop the bleeding.

“Y/n,” He said, looking at you holding onto your hand. Trying to calm you down, “Chishi, don’t you dare start.” You whimpered, trying to keep yourself from breaking down.

“When we get back you better find me,” You say, looking down at him and he smiles gently rubbing his thumb against your hand.

“Of, course how could I not?” He says, and you look at him. “What if we forget about about?” You asked, and he looked at you and smiled.

“Then I’d get to fall in love with you all over again.” He said, and you chocked back a sob.

“I lov-”

“No, when we get back.” He said, and you nodded and leaned down to press a kiss against his lips. Savoring the taste of his lips one final time, before everything went black.

You sighed, as you walked down the hospital hallway. Smiling softly, at the child you ran down the hallway reuniting with his parents. Your mind started to wonder, about the dream you had a couple of hours ago.

About a light blonde male wearing a white hoodie, and just something about him seemed familiar. Like you’ve seen him before and he holds importantance to you. But you didn’t even know his name.

You sighed once again, and suddenly bump into someone almost losing your footing. But he caught you, and moment you locked eyes the world stood still. Your heart started pounding, racing as if it just finished running a marathon.

He stared at you in utter disbelief, as he too his heart fluttered, and skipped a beat as he looked into your eyes. They stayed like that for what seemed like hours.

“Oh, um sorry but ah….. have we met before!” You ask looking at him.

Well, I guess he’s going to fall in love with you all over again..

antidote | chishiya shuntaro

Summary: A doctor is a lifeline. In the Jack of Hearts game, Chishiya strives to be yours.

It’s human nature to fuck up. He should’ve known to expect it from you.

It was beginning to wear him down, your constant knee bouncing and nail biting since the third hour of this game. All he needed to do was watch. He was wildly curious to see how this would all play out, and he knew he was safe. Knew you were safe.

All things considered, it was a low-risk game: only trust was required, and he’d scored that easily by taking you under his wing. However, The idea of the Jack of Hearts was a poison injected into the bloodstream of the prison’s population. The symptoms of distrust and paranoia would migrate through the ranks, and the masses would spiral and die.

It was a simple game. The key was to not let your protector get infected.

But the symptoms were visibly taking a hold of you. The cafeteria table shook with your anxious tics, the water in your bottle sloshing enough to disrupt his attention on the surrounding cafeteria. He wouldn’t complain though. You weren’t annoying, no, but you could soon put him on edge if he let you spiral like this, and then he’d be infected too.

“Chishiya,” you called softly, clearly nervous to disrupt his spectating.

He didn’t tear his eyes from the scheming girl in the dress. She was particularly interesting in this setting; and by his deductions, not likely to be the Jack. “Hm?”

Your voice came meeker than normal. “What’s my suit again?”

He turned slowly, a brow quirked over a relaxed eye as he finally gave you his attention. “You forgot?”

“No. Just tell me.”

He sighed silently through his nose, calculating your thoughts. To ask this after he’d told you twice already, you must’ve been anxious about one of two things. One, that your addled mind would fool you into speaking the wrong suit. Or two, that you couldn’t trust him.

“Heart,” was all he said.

And you nodded. Your eyes hardened, clearly visualising the shape before your eyes. ‘Heart,’ he could practically see your mind reciting. ‘Heart.’

Or… Was that a calculating look? He flexed his jaw. Were you possibly tallying up the likelihood that he’d lied to you?

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— reunion

pairing : chishiya x reader

warnings : mentions of guns, wounds, blood and cursing

word count : 1.8k

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Horrifying screams echoed trough the once empty and peaceful city of Tokyo. There was no voice announcing a new game, so the sudden shooting quickly caused a massive chaos. Everyone ran in different directions, panic taking over the residents.

Chishiya seemed unbothered as he roamed around the street as if nothing was going on. You groaned at his behaviour and after successfully dodging a few bullets, you wrapped your hand around the man’s arm and quickly dragged him behind a car, joining the rest of the group.

He raised one of his eyebrows when he noticed your hand still holding onto him. You scoffed at his smirk and quickly pushed his arm away, making him smile in the back of his mind.

“We’re pinned down here!” Kuina exclaimed.

“If we step out, he’ll get us!” Usagi answered when suddenly a green car stopped in front of you.

Before you could say anything, Tatta screamed to quickly get in the car in order to run away from the King of Spades who turned out to be the source of the chaos.

You looked at Chishiya and he unconsciously pushed you towards the car, for you get in first. The rest of the group joined you in the backseats but when it was Chishiya’s turn, he noticed a bomb on the ground.

“That’s bad. Get going!” He exclaimed and ran to hide behind a car while Tatta drove away.

“Chishiya!” You and Kuina both screamed, not wanting to leave him behind but at the same time, having no other choice.

In the back of your head, you knew Chishiya would be fine by himself, however the constant thought of something going wrong didn’t let you rest.

After a few games where you brushed against death, you finally met Arisu and Usagi again after losing contact with each other.

“What’s going on!?” You frowned when you saw Niragi, Arisu and Chishiya holding a gun while Usagi looked as much confused as you were.

“Look who we have here, our precious Y/N who always seems to nuzzle in other people businesses’. Let me make a favour for everyone gathered here and get rid of you.” He smirked and your body froze.

Not being able to do anything, you closed your eyes as Niragi fired his gun. You breathed heavily but frowned at the lack of impact. After a few seconds, you opened your eyes and noticed Chishiya in front of you, protecting your form behind his body.

“Chishiya!” You screamed once he collapsed on the floor. “Why the hell would you do that!?” You put pressure on his wound, only now noticing the second wound on his side.

You physically felt your heart shatter at the sight of his blood, slowly dripping down his body. While Arisu was busy listening to Niragi, you softly caressed Chishiya’s hair, something you’ve always wanted to do but never got the courage to.

“I wanted to do something out of my character.” He chuckled, looking up at you. “Besides, if it’s for you I’m dying for, it will be a quite nice death. Oh god, that sounded cheesy.” He cringed at himself, not taking his condition seriously.

“Don’t even dare mentioning you dying, we’ll get out of here soon and you will survive, alright?” You were trying to act though, but the tear rolling down your cheek and your shaky voice showed how you really felt at the moment.

“Of course, and we’ll open that cafeteria you never shut up about.” He laughed and you playfully nudged his arm.

You helped Chishiya lean his back against a random car and put his hand between yours. Although he wasn’t fond of physical touch, he didn’t seem to mind yours.

“We will, I promise.” You gulped, unsure of your action, but decided to slowly lean in and as you saw the corners of his lips tug upwards, you decided to go for it.

As your lips were about to touch his, Arisu exclaimed that the King of Spades was nearby and you had to leave immediately. Chishiya, as much as he wanted you to stay by his side, gently pushed you back and ordered you to run.

“I’m staying here with you, I won’t leave you alone.” You protested, sitting down next to him.

“You promised me to finish the game, come back when everything will be over. As you can see, I’m not going anywhere, I’ll wait for you.” He whispered and sent you a soft smile.

Before you could answer, Usagi grabbed your arm and you went to hide.

After hours of what felt like forever, the laser went through Mira’s head and you looked back at your two teammates, not believing the nightmare was actually over.

“Go Y/N, he’s waiting for you.” Usagi smiled at you, indicating you to join Chishiya.

You thanked them both for everything and left the roof, running down the stairs. You stopped mid-way as the characteristic female voice echoed through Tokyo, asking the remaining players if they wished to stay in this world. Without a second doubt, you declined the offer.

Although the building wasn’t far away from the Main Street, you felt as if you were running in slow motion. You started to get dizzy but you persisted in your moves and felt your heart skip a beat when your eyes finally met Chishiya’s. He sent you a soft smile but before you could reach him, everything turned black.

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Once your eyes opened, you were met with a white ceiling. You raised your hand to put it against your head that was pounding unpleasantly.

“What happened?” You asked the nurse that was checking the monitor next to your hospital bed.

“You were one of the survivors of the meteor that fell on Tokyo. Your heart stopped beating for a whole minute but the paramedics succeeded to get your pulse back. You might experience memory loss which is normal, after a few days you should regain everything!” She smiled before leaving the room to check on other patients.

“A meteor? My heart stopped? For a minute?” You groaned at the massive headache, getting a strange feeling you were gone for much more than a minute.

After a few hours, you were discharged from the hospital and you were finally allowed to go home. It still felt as if you weren’t home for weeks.

You only had your purse on your nightstand, so you left the room after grabbing it. Nothing seemed right when you were walking down the hospital hall, as you somehow felt empty.

Outside the window, you saw all the other survivors who were with their loved ones.

“My bad.” You bowed apologetically when you accidentally bumped into someone.

“No worries.” A strangely familiar raspy voice came in contact with your ears.

You lifted your head and was met face to face with a blonde man in his mid-twenties. He analysed your face thoroughly and frowned after a few seconds. Before you could say anything, he left without a word.

“Why did he look so familiar?” You groaned at the incapacity to find him in your memories.

After two months, you successfully opened your own cafeteria. It was a dream of yours since you were a child but you never got the courage to have one because of your parents who didn’t consider it as a real job. However, after the incident with the meteor you realised how suddenly life can end. You decided to live it to the fullest and do as many things as possible in order to not regret anything.

You didn’t expect many people at the opening day but you were pleasingly surprised when your cafeteria was filled with customers. By the end of the day, you earned more money than you thought.

It was past 8 pm, so you decided to call it a day. As you were washing the dishes, you heard the bell ring, indicating someone entered the cafeteria.

“I’m sorry but we’re closed for toda-“ You cut yourself mid-sentence when you turned around and saw the blonde man from the hospital.

“Oh, I’ll come back another day.” He was about to leave but you quickly stopped him.

“Wait, it’s fine! I’ll make an exception.” You smiled and invited him to sit down. “So here we are, meeting again.” You laughed.

“Yeah, I don’t mind it to be honest.” He confessed, looking at you.

After making his order, he asked you to join his table.

“Your heart stopped beating for a minute too, I suppose?” He asked, catching you off guard.

“Oh, when the meteor hit, yeah.” You smiled awkwardly, not being able to maintain eye contact with him. “Although I felt as if I was gone for weeks.” You added, wondering what he would say.

“Me too, I felt like I was in a completely different world, weird right?” He smiled, taking a bite of your cookie.

“I have this feeling as well but then again I can’t remember anything from when I was unconscious. To be honest, I don’t even remember the moment the meteor hit the city. Everything just happened so suddenly.” You sighed, still not quite believing what Tokyo and its citizens went through.

“That makes one thing we have in common. I’m sure there’s more though, so what about getting to know each other more?” He asked, his eyes staring into yours.

“I- I would love that.” You chuckled, reaching out your hand to him. “I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Chishiya.” He slightly squeezed your hand, his fingers brushing over your skin reminding you of something you’ve never experienced and yet something that felt so familiar.

What you didn’t know is that Chishiya already knew who you were and remembered exactly what you both went through. The games, the deaths but specifically your smile and the way you made unfamiliar feelings develop in the his chest. He knew you both had your life ahead so without rushing things, he promised himself to make you fall for him all over again. This time, in a world where you’re both safe and sound.

i can’t die! [i’m all in.] ♡ chishiya shuntaro

anon requested : Hi Author! Can you please write (if it’s okay) a fanfic about chishiya, Where the reader was chishiya’s girlfriend before the borderline, they were supposed to meet in somewhere but the meteorite fell just before they did, and they meet again for the first time in the jack of hearts game?  I know this isn’t very detailed and I’m so sorry for that ;-; thank you author

song inspo ; coin by iu

synopsis : seeing your arranged boyfriend-of-sorts in the borderland’s is nerve-wracking. especially when he sees you’ve befriended a serial killer.

gender neutral reader, [name] used in place of y/n, platonic!banda - he might b ooc but idc <3, reader wears an oversized cardigan

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no pronouns used / gender neutral but reader does wear nail polish

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