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lovelypersona · 4 years

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I love your fics!....Please could you do a small fic/ with a pregnant s/o with Goro ,Ryuji and Akira ? Like how each of them would treat their s/o when their s/o is pregnant.

A/N: laughs . Reader is GN!

Goro and Pregnant!S/O

Like father like son. Deadbeat dad. Disappears after a week once he said he was gonna get milk from the store

I’m only mildly joking

No, goro would not abandon you or his baby. But he would be the most scared out of the three to receive the news

Please don’t get pregnant until many many years after the main plot where Goro has had the chance to receive therapy

Goro would need a lot of time to get used to the idea of him being a father in the near-future. So, no, he wouldn’t disappear and leave you, but the first few months where you can still do most things on your own and you don’t need to rely on him as much- he’s sort of flighty. Wouldn’t be unusual for him to take off during the weekend, but he’d at least tell you where he’s going and text you when he’s coming back

Just needs a lot of coping and alone time. And then eventually he’ll kick himself in the balls or ask someone to kick him in the balls since he can’t really do it himself

And then he’ll step up and be there for you.

Once he’s ready, he’ll be studying a lot. Reading all the pregnancy books he can and looking at things like the diet you should have and the amount of exercise you should be doing each day and week

If you really want to be a parent with him, and you want to do all of this with him, be prepared for him to be stern and unrelenting. He’s already 80% sure the baby will be mentally fucked up thanks to him so he at least wants the baby to be 100% physically healthy to prepare for that

Of course he can’t actually control the outcome of the birth and how the baby will be. But he likes to think he can

A very protective dad as well. When you’re in labor he definitely doesn’t like the amount of pain you’re in and he’s kind of like “WHY ARE THEY SCREAMING SO MUCH”

Goro you are also screaming. Calm down

But also seeing you in so much pain and all the blood and just all of it during your labor is very uncomfortable for him. He might have to leave the room a few times to catch his breath, but then he’ll come back in and back to your side, holding your hand just as hard as you’re holding his.

I’d talk more on this topic but I have to write for the others so I’m done now

Akira and Pregnant!S/O

When he finds out you’re pregnant, it’s definitely a shocker, but he doesn’t really express it visibly. Kinda just goes still, eventually says “oh. Alright. What do you need?”

Not even sure if he wants to be a dad and if he’s ready, but he’s willing to help you if you need him!

Bad. Smack him. Bad response

Like Akechi, but not at all to a similar extent, he’ll need time to process the information and mull it over. Not because he’s afraid, but because Akira has to assess what he wants

Akira is a people pleaser, a man with many masks. He’s lost sight of himself more than once because at times he’s not even sure who he really is

His wobbling grasp on his own self makes him uncomfortable and doubtful about his ability to be a parent. He’s not sure if he’s the best parental figure for a child

Despite that, though, he loves you, and he wants to help you. He’ll help you throughout the entire pregnancy and either move in with you/have you move in with him.

Your relationship is a bit strained because of the fact that Akira has no idea what he wants, but the two of you make it work and decide not to talk about it for now and just focus on the task at hand. The pregnancy

It’s during the pregnancy that Akira loosens up and slowly gets more comfortable. As your belly grows and the baby starts kicking, it kind of makes him realize twice-over that you really are carrying a kid that’s half-you and half-him

Huh. Funny how that works

Falls asleep with his head on your belly a lot. Hearing the baby is kind of soothing to him

He also tries to participate in your routines and diets as much as he can. But when you’re not looking or he’s out of the house, he’ll drink as much coffee as he possibly can. It’s the one thing he’s lied to you about. He told you he quit coffee for you but it was a lie a bold face LIE

Once the baby is born, that’s the last straw. After being through the terrifying event that is your labor, and hearing the baby cry for the first time, he’s like “oh. That’s my kid. That’s my kid”

Protective dad instincts all of the sudden and doesn’t like the doctors holding his kid at all

He’ll be a fine parent. Akira just doubts himself a lot, but being with you, you’ll help him and you’ll raise your child together.

Proposes to you like 6 months after your baby is born

Ryuji and Pregnant!S/O

You both absolutely got pregnant during your last year of high school wdym lol

Irresponsible SHIT of course he becomes a dad at the ripe age of 19

You tell him about your pregnancy right away, and when you do, he’s definitely in shock as much as you are

Freaks out a lot and yells very loudly and has a meltdown because he’s not at all ready to be a dad and you’re right there with him

Both of you seriously consider giving the baby up or something like that. But eventually you’ll agree to raising the child together

Probably puts a halt on Ryuji’s running career, but that’s fine. You and his new family is much more important to him than his love for athletics

Eventually he’ll get back into it, because you promised him that he would. You also want to see him thrive and you know that track is his passion. But for now, focus on the baby

Because of his knowledge of athletics, though, you’ve officially scored yourself a supportive trainer during your pregnancy! You WILL be walking at least a mile every day. At Least

Ryuji isn’t as fucked up as Akira and Akechi okay lmao he’s very sweet and loving

He also tries to get a handle on his yelling and swearing while you’re pregnant because he doesn’t want to have those habits once the baby is born

His mother is also very supportive and willing to have you live in her house once you become bigger and the baby is born

Ryuji will also start working more seriously to save up money so the two of you can live at your own place eventually, too

Just a lot of part-time jobs, but it’s better than nothing

Also never allows alcohol in the house and says once the baby is born, you can drink if you want, but just don’t do it in the house with the baby around for the sake of his comfort

Not that he doesn’t trust you, it’s just a comfort thing.

He also immediately told all of the thieves that he’s going to be a dad and he was immediately bombarded with shouting and questioning- especially from makoto- but BESIDES the initial reaction, he has all the support in the world from his friends and you guys get a lot of baby clothes and essentials from them. Mainly haru, bc she’s loaded and she loves you and Ryuji very much

Akira is officially the Uncle and Ann is the Aunt. No further questions

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lovelypersona · 4 years

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Persona 5 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kurusu Akira/Maruki Takuto, Amamiya Ren/Maruki Takuto, Persona 5 Protagonist/Maruki Takuto Characters: Amamiya Ren, Kurusu Akira, Maruki Takuto, Yoshizawa Sumire | Yoshizawa Kasumi, Akechi Goro Additional Tags: Big 3rd semester spoilers right off the bat, Unreliable Narrator, i think, rikrjfkf, Protagonist is named Ren in this fic, Character Assessment, Delving deep into marukis complex character and indulging in picking it apart, Angst, go listen to the song this is titled after it’s a good song, Tension, Romantic Tension, Sexual Tension? Possibly idk, fjfjjgkg Summary:

“ Little pearl, you think you’re in gold, But I can see the dirt in your lines ”

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Small story split into small chapters exploring Maruki’s character and his relationship with Ren Amamiya and The Trickster dubbed as Joker.

#I made a shukuto fanfic lmao #judge me if u want but can u really? This is a self insert blog of all things #but tbh I haven’t written for myself in awhile or written ships so I’m looking forward toit #I hope y’all like it #shukuto #marushu #maruki takuto #takuto maruki #Fanfic

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lovelypersona · 4 years

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WRITING COMMISSIONS

Hello, I’m Red and I would very much like to write for you! I don’t have a job at the moment, so any commission you take from me is heavily appreciated.

Things about Red: I’ve been writing fanfiction/original ideas for over 7 years. I’m an adult genderfluid person, so I can write NSFW themes and I’m well versed in LGBTQ themes as well if you would like someone who has real-life experience in those areas.

PRICES: 5$ per 500 words.

Example: 500 words is 5$, 1,000 words is 10$, 1,500 words is 15$, and so on.

NSFW content is an extra 3$.

If you commission me for 1,500 words and the end result is something like 1,573- don’t worry about those extra 73 words. Those are my fault, so they’re free! You only have to pay per 500 words, I promise.

Things I’m willing to write: OCs, Reader Inserts, Fanfiction (any fandom), Dark themes, Gore (limited), LGBTQ themes, NSFW, and more! Please DM me if you’re interested or have a question about what I’m willing to write. My spectrum is very broad- I’m willing to write most anything and for any fandom (I don’t mind doing some research!)

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If you can’t commission me right now, or you simply do not want to, that’s fine. But please reblog this post so I can get more people to see it. It would mean so much to me.

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lovelypersona · 4 years

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wawawawa one more kiss with goro?

A/N: Half of my requests are Akira and yknow that’s valid but I love Goro ....... I also love maruki if anyone’s interested in sending me requests for him, hoo hoo!

Don’t let the title fool you, this is angst. P5/P5R spoilers!!! Major P5R spoilers, for real.

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go! (Cause I’m Not Planning on Going Solo)

One of the worst days of your life so far was learning about Goro’s disappearance. And this was because you knew that, most likely, he didn’t disappear at all— it’s more likely that he was actually dead. And that thought... crushed you.

Your relationship with the highschool detective wasn’t much, but you held it dear in your heart. Goro wasn’t going to let anyone in, not even you- but he gave you an inch more than he gave others. He let you see him without all the makeup and dress up, and every so often, his true personality would break through and you’d get to see the real Goro Akechi.

The Goro Akechi that was essentially trapped behind the bars of his own fate, and he knew it, too.

So when you learned about his disappearance, you felt... a deep, unrestrained dread. It flooded through you and took over your mind- the grief of losing him was genuine and harmful. Yes, you loved him- you loved him as much as you could with what he gave you. But that was the end of it. Because he’s gone now, and now you can never get him back and truly learn everything there was to know about him.

That’s what should of happened, at least.

Instead, a new year begins on January 1st, and you awaken with a lighter feeling on your chest than you remember. You feel good, honestly- and the first thing you think of as you get dressed and ready for the day is how you have a coffee date with Goro.

Your beating, loving heart leads you to Le Blanc, and the world turns sideways once again.

The world... is cruel. It has been turned sideways so many times that it’s hard to tell which side was truly upright anymore. Goro is the same as before- but he isn’t, at the same time. He is unashamedly himself- which is not at all like he was before. Before, it took you months of carefully picking apart the tears in his walls to get even a glimpse of who Goro really is. And now? It’s like all that effort was either wasted or finally recognized as he becomes someone else entirely.

Nonetheless, he follows you home after everything you learn. It’s strange, but you welcome it.

The two of you seem to live together after that. And it’s very strange- because here you were, in an alternate reality with your dreams coming true just to see your friend again and simply go on a date with him. But that dream was thrown in the dirt and replaced with a new dream. A dream where you actually live with Goro, talk with him and help his injuries when he comes back from fighting against the twisted world you now live in.

You like this better than the dream that was cooked up for you. Because this is real- and that makes it so much more satisfying.

———

At night, you sleep in your room and Goro sleeps on the futon in the living room. It’s been an arrangement that’s went well the past month, but it breaks on the second of February when Goro enters your room as you’re preparing for bed.

“Is something wrong?” You ask him, because his behavior was unusual and his stance was stiff as he stands in your doorway.

“I need to tell you something,” is all he says.

You sit up in your bed, resting against the bed frame as you look toward him and his tired eyes, his stressed features that never seem to leave his face. You silently pat the bed as an invitation for him to sit beside you - and surprisingly enough, he takes the offer. He sits on the very edge of the mattress, and you notice he’s still wearing his scarf and coat from when he went to talk with Akira and Maruki.

Scooting forward just an inch, you place your hands gently on his shoulders. He jumps at first and then looks at you strangely as you tug and remove his scarf. “You probably shouldn’t sleep in your winter clothes,” you smile at him and fold the scarf, setting it on your nightstand. “But what is it that you need to tell me? Did Maruki say something?”

Goro hums, working on removing his coat and setting it gently on the floor as he thinks. “Not really. Not anything I don’t already know. We should be ready to end this now.” But there’s a far off look in his eyes that tells you that maybe - maybe - he’s not as ready as he would like to be. “Besides that, you need to know something before everything goes back to normal.”

“I’m listening.”

Goro frowns, scoffs, and then begrudgingly leans against the bed frame as you are. “I won’t be around after this is over. Chances are that I’m not even really alive- that I died awhile ago. And that will be the reality we’re going back to once we change Maruki’s heart.”

He says it so simply. Without much emotion in his voice- as if he were just stating an ordinary fact that wasn’t that interesting. You stare at him silently- and quite suddenly you remember that anguish from before.

The grief from when he died the first time. You’re not sure you can live through that again, especially after having these new memories made with Goro now.

...But you know that hesitation and sympathy isn’t what he wants.

“...I see.” You say, playing with your fingers in your lap. The detective sighs.

“You, too?” You look back up at him, seeing the agitation across his features. “You’re the same as Akira. Does my life really change anything about this?”

“You’re making a lot of assumptions even though I haven’t really said anything yet, Goro,” you frown at him with a worried twitch in your brow. “I’m going to guess that Akira’s reaction is why you’re upset in the first place.”

He’s the one who is silent this time, averting his eyes from your gaze. You lick your lip nervously as you look at him, your hands twitching- and then you slowly reach forward and grab one of his hands that sits limply at his side.

Goro’s eyes snap to you then, but he doesn’t move his hand away.

“Listen, Goro... I’m not a part of this. I’m not a Persona user- I’m just the normal standby that got mixed up in the mess. Nothing I say will change what you need to do.” You move your thumb gently across his palm as you speak. “I lived through your death once already. I know nothing I will say will change your mind, and I’m not going to try. But is it really so awful that once you’re gone, I’ll miss you?” You look back up to his eyes. “Because I will, no matter what. ...I’m going to miss you a lot, Goro.”

Goro’s mouth opens, but no words come out. The two of you just look at eachother in the silence before he closes his mouth, eyebrows twitching as his hand gently squeezes yours. “I suppose I can’t control that.”

You smile at him. “You really can’t.”

“Then, if it’s alright with you,” the detective mumbles, “I think... I’d like to sleep here. With you. For tonight.” It comes out in an awkward mess, but at least he got it out. You smile wider as you nod, and you tell him, yes, of course you can sleep here.

Even now, he still has a barrier around him as he dresses for bed and slips under the covers with you. It’s obvious that he doesn’t know how to let that barrier fully go, even in a reality where he’s allowed to be himself and be free. But you help him, just as you always have, as you turn off the lights and scoot closer to him in the darkness. Your hand finds his again and holds it tightly.

“Wake me up before you leave,” you whisper to him. He promises you that he will.

And when the early hour finally rises and Goro awakens, you’re wrapped snuggly around his body in a way he’s never experienced before. It’s warm, and even though his body might not be real, he can still feel his heart beat and his skin tingle from morning chills. And just as he promised, he wakes you up once he’s dressed and prepared himself to go.

As you lay in your bed, disoriented from sleep with your eyes droopy and your hair a mess, you look at him so adoringly as you reach up and cup his cheek. Goro can see how you’re looking at every inch of his face- you’re sleepy, yes, but you’re also aware this is the last you’ll see of him.

“Goro,” you mumble. “Kiss me.”

He does. He leans forward and bends down so he can hold your face and run fingers through your hair as he kisses you as gently as he’s able. You smile as he kisses you, and that alone makes his stomach do a flip as you pull away and look at him with those loving eyes again. Then they slowly, slowly close, and Goro lets himself watch in the silence of the morning as your body dozes off again and your hands on his shoulder and face drop down. He tucks your arms under the covers, and with one last look at you, he stands back up and leaves your apartment.

#p5 x reader #persona 5 x reader #persona 5 reader insert #goro akechi #akechi goro x reader #goro akechi x reader #akechi x reader #goro x reader #p5r spoilers #p5r x reader #p5 #p5r

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lovelypersona · 4 years

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Could I ask for something with Akira from the prompt list please and thank you! 41: What did you just call me?

a/n: hoohoo I don’t treat this blog very well, do i? It’s been like a YEAR. Totally forgot if this was in the angst or fluff category so I made it fluff.

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You’re not exactly known for being the quickest person around. There’s a lot of areas you’re weak at, because yeah, we all have faults.

Getting enough sleep at night was one of those faults, which went hand in hand with your inability to pay attention at times.

It’s not your fault that Akira had called in a meeting so early! ...It’s also not that early, it’s actually a bit before noon, but still! It’s your day off of school so of course you stayed up late last night!

Needless to say, you weren’t very ‘awake’ during the meeting as your group talked over requests from the Phan-Site and plans for infiltrating your current palace. You nodded along every so often to keep up the illusion you were paying attention, and you even managed to make a few comments too. But truly- slowly but surely- you were drifting off to sleep as you sat on Akira’s stiff couch.

And then you got called out.

“___?”

Your head snaps up to attention, looking up at the person who called your name- none other than Akira himself, who looked at you with a curious look in his eye. Quick, make it look like you were totally awake this whole time!

“Yeah, beautiful?”

It becomes dead silent in the room. The only sound you can hear is the gears slowly turning in your head, rumbling and squeaking against eachother as they turn and begin to move. Oh no, you realize. Oh no.

“...What did you just call me?”

Akira is known for not being the most reactionary person out there, and the same goes for this situation. The only clue to his immense amusement is the quirk in his lip as he starts to smile wide-eyed at you.

You shrink in your seat. “I mean- why- why should I repeat myself?” A stutter comes out as you quickly try to save yourself, but let’s be honest. You’re probably not going to find a way out of this one. The long, stiff silence continues until you sigh, grumbling under your breath. “Don’t flatter yourself, it’s obvious enough that you’re pretty! Can we move on, please?” There’s a desperate tone to your voice.

Ryuji is the first to break. It starts with a snort and then a cough, and then he gives up and starts full-out laughing as he bangs his hand on the table. The rest join in, contributing to your flaming hot cheeks as you let them laugh and laugh and laugh at you. Yeah, laugh it up! They’ll rue this moment when they’re hit with their weakness in mementos and you do nothing to help them get back on their feet...

Akira, ever the cool and composed leader, just snickers and skillfully moves on. He keeps the meeting going and soon enough it ends- actually, as soon as he declares the meeting over, you’ve got your bag in your hand and you’re the first to dash toward the stairs.

Not before Akira has something to say about it though. “___!” He calls, making you stop before you fully descend the stairs. You slowly look over your shoulder, seeing his charming smile as he winks at you. “Try to get more sleep tonight, okay, babe?”

You yell angrily as the team once again bursts out laughing, running down the stairs quicker than before. Stupid Akira and his Stupid Good Looks!

#p5 x reader #persona 5 x reader #persona 5 reader insert #akira kurusu x you #akira kurusu x reader #akira x reader #kurusu x reader #akira x you #ren amamiya x you #ren x reader #ren amamiya x reader #drabble #imagine

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lovelypersona · 4 years

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RULES

Rules for requests!

I WILL WRITE FOR:

All the Phantom Thieves (minus Morgana), Kasumi Yoshizawa (she can and will contain spoilers!!!) Akechi Goro, Sae Niijima, Tae Takemi, Takuto Maruki. I will not write for anyone else.

I WILL WRITE:

NSFW

Prompts

Imagines/Headcanons

Ships (character x character) (limited selection)

Yandere

LGBT+ Requests

I WILL NOT WRITE:

Incest

Pedophilia

Eye/genital gore

Weird kinks

OCs

Match-ups

GENERAL RULE OF THUMB: Keep out drama. If you have a problem with something I write, don’t make a stink! I’m not here to make discourse, I’m here to be self-indulgent for myself and others and be creative. Don’t like it, don’t reblog it.

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lovelypersona · 4 years

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HAHA oh BOY do I have a crush on maruki !!!!!

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lovelypersona · 4 years

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If you're still doing requests, can I request Yandere! Akira and/or Yandere! Yusuke and their reaction to their captive refusing to eat out of rebellion please?

Yandere!Akira

Once he figures out you aren’t eating, he’s very displeased, obviously

“Do you really think it’s going to be that easy?” He asks you, but you don’t answer. You haven’t in awhile- you always ignore him when you’re feeling a bit more rebellious. He doesn’t mind

This is temporary. Soon enough, he’ll fix the issue

His way of making you eat lies in... drugs.

Forces you to kiss him and makes you swallow an aphrodisiac pill

Eventually you’ll be so out of mind that you’ll forget about everything that isn’t Akira. You won’t have enough mind to fight him when he offers you a spoon full of food

He’ll make sure you get plenty to eat after that. And then if he’s in the mood he’ll take advantage of the way the aphrodisiac is making you feel

Once you regain consciousness and you realize what he’s done, you yell and scream at him. You feel violated and used, but he doesn’t even blink.

He grabs your face, letting his nails sink in as he makes you look up at him.

“You didn’t like it? Hm? Then do yourself a favor and eat your food. Then maybe I won’t do it again.”

Maybe.

Yandere!Yusuke

Takes you not eating as an insult more than anything else

Goes on and on about how you won’t eat, laments about it tbh

His approach ... depends

Will try to convince you and buy you your favorite foods first

But if that doesn’t work

Will force you to eat. He’ll start small, but eventually might break an arm or two as he screams at you to eat your food

Eventually you’ll have to because the pain is too much to bear

Then he’ll tell you how happy he is that you ate and he hopes you won’t force him to take such great measures again

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lovelypersona · 4 years

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50 Writing Prompts

These range from fluff to angst to humor. Some smut if you squint. Please include the character you’d like to see and feel free to do a couple numbers at a time. Anyone is welcome to share this list for their own writing! Characters I’m writing for are included in the tags :)

1: Are you going to say it or not?

2: That’s the LAST thing on my mind.

3: I wish things were different.

4: I say it ONE time, and I never hear the end of it!

5: Well, that wasn’t what I expected…

6: Again? Really?

7: This is the last time I’m telling you.

8: Do you want me to show you?

9: You idiot, you’re embarrassing me.

10: Well, it worked last time.

11: I regret nothing. Except for maybe this.

12: You’re not going anywhere.

13: After all of that? Yeah, I need a drink.

14: Hey, give me that!

15: You’re the craziest person I’ve ever met.

16: Is that weird? That’s weird, isn’t it?

17: Not the first time someone’s called me that.

18: Last time I tried that, I woke up on the floor. In somebody else’s house.

19: I’m not most people.

20: Do you think you could shut up for five seconds and let me explain?!

21: Don’t give me that look.

22: I promise it looks worse than it is.

23: Yeah, well, I like you, okay?

24: I’ve never met someone who makes me feel like this.

25: One more kiss?

26: I thought about you all day.

27: You’re stunning.

28: You don’t want to get involved with me. With…this.

29: You’re safe with me.

30: Can I kiss you?

31: I’m terrified of losing you.

32: I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

33: I want to love you, but I’m afraid.

34: Is this okay?

35: You’re kinda cute when you’re mad.

36: So when are you going to confess your undying love for me?

37: Everyone knows you’re into him/her/them. You’re not subtle.

38: What did they do to you?!

39: Would you just kiss me, already?

40: Stay with me. Please.

41: What did you just call me?

42: I’m going to marry her/him/them.

43: Alright, so I’ve decided that I’m never leaving you ever again.

44: You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

45: Are you…flirting with me?

46: If you keep doing that, I’m not responsible for what happens.

47: You’re cold. Here.

48: Just wait ‘til we get home.

49: You’re wearing entirely too much clothing.

50: Let’s go to bed.

#prompt list

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lovelypersona · 4 years

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Could I get soulmate 10 with Yusuke please? I think I just fall in love with him a bit more each day it's a problem

“I’ve never seen colour like I do with you.”

Life as an artist could only satisfy Yusuke so much when his world consisted only of gray.

The problem was mostly that he knew there were colors out there- Madarame and so many others had explained them to him in fascinating ways. But Yusuke couldn’t see them for whatever reason, though he doesn’t let this get in his way of becoming an artist. He simply sticks to the colors of black, grey, and white- the colors he can see. And though they lack in color for him and everyone that views them, they are wonderfully beautiful.

But Yusuke cannot help but feel unsatisfied.

How can he, knowing that there’s so much more out there? He could be so much more- but he can’t, simply because he was born cursed. Of course, he wasn’t truly cursed, but Yusuke was known for being melodramatic and he couldn’t help but think that was the case.

So, quite frankly, color him surprised when he leans against the wall next to the underground mall and everything around him changes. It was a hobby of his to watch people, and sometimes he made eye contact, sometimes he didn’t. Yusuke isn’t as awkward as other people, so sometimes they will fluster away from his eyes or others will begin conversation. It’s an interesting pastime that he never seems to tire of, so he does it again today- not thinking anything unusual about it.

But then his eyes drift to someone he hasn’t seen before, which also isn’t new. A lot of people come and go, but this person catches his attention. They are grey, just like everyone else, but somehow they shine. He’s intrigued as he looks over them until eventually their eyes meet. Yusuke isn’t embarrassed, and neither are they. The person smiles at him, raising a hand to wave- but that’s when he notices that their jacket is the most peculiar color.

He has never seen that color before.

And then the world slowly changes. It’s like watching an old picture be torn apart and replaced with something completely new, and it surrounds completely around you, this person he had never seen before. Unfamiliar colors bleed into your clothes- from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, and then it spreads onto the sidewalk and up the walls of buildings. The color reaches him, too- going from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. It’s as if a mutual agreement has been made, but you’ve never spoken before.

One moment, Yusuke lived in a world of no color. The next, he was surrounded by bright, sparkly, wonderful things that he couldn’t even name. He’s never bothered to learn the names of color before since he could not see them.

“What’s your name?” You break him out of his trance and Yusuke’s eyes snap back to yours again. They are a wonderful color, more wonderful than the rest.

“Kitagawa Yusuke,” he offers his hand to you as he doesn’t know what else to do, and you smile as you shake it, giving him your own name.

It is beautiful, like the rest of you.

“Your eyes... they are very gorgeous,” you tell him, and it catches him off guard for a moment.

“I was thinking the same thing. Do you know what color they are?”

“Oh... no, I have no idea. But they are... the same as your shirt, and your hair.” He looks down at his shirt. It’s a darker color, rich almost. He likes it.

“Hey... would you like to get some coffee?” You have a tendency of breaking Yusuke out of his thoughts. He grabs his bag sitting next to his feet, nodding once at your offer.

“I would love that, but I’ll have you know I’m quite picky.”

You genuinely laugh, walking by his side. “You’re honest! I like it. Maybe I’ll be able to guess what you like.”

“I doubt it,” he hums before he smiles, too, his eyes going almost everywhere as the two of you walk together. “...But I’ll be happy if you can.”

Somehow he’s not surprised that you do, in fact, guess his favorite drink on the first try.

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Sunday (Akira Kurusu x You)

A/N: holy shit im writing for persona again who saw that coming!!!

Word Count: 3,400+

Summary: You used to be friends with all of the Phantom Thieves. But now? You aren’t sure where you stand in their life as you sit in the diner, stood up once again.

Commission Me

Where have you been?

Been searching all along

Came facing twilight, on and on,

Without a clue

Without a sign…

The rain comes down in thick sheets outside, the water smacking down on the roof and windows of the diner you sat in, undisturbed and dry. You had luckily made it in on time before the downpour started… but the seat across from you remained empty.

Truthfully, as sure as the weather, you had expected just as much that he wouldn’t show. Akira, though only a high schooler, same as you, seemed unusually busy. Plans always seemed to fall through… but it seemed he always had time for the other friends he met along the way. Friends that you met, too, and you felt like you belonged with. Friends that were all dear to you- but maybe you weren’t as dear to them.

You sigh as you run the tips of your fingers against the rim of the coffee mug in front of you. It’s been empty for quite a while, and the coffee tastes nowhere near as good as Boss’s. You were upset that your friend had decided to be a no show again, but you can't bring yourself to be disappointed. As stated before, you weren’t expecting anything different.

Maybe it was silly to keep this charade going, you think. Maybe it was time to finally face the facts.

Without grasping yet,

The real question to be asked…

Where have I been?

You were beginning to feel like a porcelain doll. Fake smile, pretty hair… fragile and right about to break if shoved to the side.

Which, unfortunately for you, this was exactly the case since you met Akira. You could feel you weren’t ever a priority for him. Always shoved to the side… to be dealt with later at a more convenient time. It begs the question- what on earth was Akira’s priority anyway?

You had accepted since that rainy Sunday spent alone in a booth that you would never get an answer and your friendship with the entire group of misplaced misfits would never get better. If they wanted to brush you off… you figured you would do the same. Smile, say the right things, do what’s expected of you at the moment… but not a lick more than that. It was only fair. Why give and give when you are never given back?

You felt hollow like a porcelain doll, too.

I’m a shapeshifter at Poe’s masquerade,

Hiding both face and mind,

All free for you to draw.

I’m a shapeshifter,

What else should I be?

Please don’t take off my mask,

Revealing dark…

“Has anyone noticed something off about ___ lately?” Makoto is the one to bring it up during their meeting in Le’Blanc. Everyone exchanges glances and nods and the student council president sighs.

“They’ve seemed… I don’t know? Less spunky?” Ryuji scrunches up his face in confusion.

“I’d say less energetic,” Ann butts in, “less… like ___. Like they’re trying to be someone else.”

“Withdrawn,” Akira says simply, the one word like the final puzzle piece everyone needed. Ryuji lights up.

“Yeah, that’s it!” And then he dims down again. “But why?”

“You don’t think something happened, do you?” Futaba fidgets in her spot, frowning and Makoto softly rubs her back.

“It’s possible,” she sighs. “But I don’t know what it could be.”

Yusuke hums, a contemplative look on his face as he cups his cheek. “They don’t have family troubles, do they?”

“I don’t know a lot about their home life…” Akira says, and everyone else seems to feel the same.

“Well, what do you guys know?” Morgana looks skeptically across the room, stretching his back lazily on the table. By now, he’s expected an answer, but as he looks at the group, he sees the lost expression everyone wears. Morgana’s ears droop back. “...I think that’s the issue.”

Indeed.

Moments of calm

Nothing left to be found

A mirror right in front of me;

That’s where I find an empty glass

Reflecting the sad truth,

It’s telling words not to be told...

Your grades were never the best, but they haven’t been getting better. They’ve taken a long steep dive into No Coming Back- This is Bad territory, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You never really cared about school what with their corrupt system and unfair teachers anyway- you only came for your friends.

But you don’t really have friends anymore, so…

You don’t know why you keep going to school if it’s only to look out the window and fail tests and wish you were anywhere else but there- seeing the people you love, being in their reach, and yet never being spared a glance.

Home isn’t much better either. Your father basically hates you, always has, and he hates your grades- he thinks you’re a failure and he makes sure you know it every time you come home.

You know you’re a failure.

For a second, you thought you weren’t. You thought, hey, I can do this. I can be someone- something-- if I can be with them.

But they’re gone, and they took a sacred part of you with them, so now you’re stumbling and trying to piece yourself back together.

But you have no idea how.

I need the mask.

You don’t really care for Sundays. School isn’t in, which means you can stay home with your unhappy father or you can go outside and be all by your lonesome. Of course, the answer is always to go outside- you can’t stand the stiff and horrid energy your father gives, making anxiety swirl in your stomach all day.

You’re wondering where you could possibly spend your day when an unexpected ting comes from your phone.

Even more unexpectedly, it’s from Akira.

Akira: Are you busy today?

You purse your lips and wonder what he could possibly want.

You: Why?

---

Akira and Morgana sigh at your response. “That’s not really a good sign, is it?” The cat looks worriedly at the phone and Akira frowns. No, it’s not, but at least you replied, right?

“Just keep trying,” he huffs and types on the keyboard, trying again.

Akira: I wanted to hang out, all of us. Morgana misses you.

Said cat smacks at his hand, claws out and all and Akira yelps. “What?!”

“You can’t even give them the simple knowledge that you miss them, too?!”

“Well-”

The phone buzzes, taking his attention away from his angry partner.

You: Oh. I don’t know, don’t you guys hang out a lot? I don’t want to intrude.

You: If you wanted to hang out with someone, you should ask the people you really want to see.

Needless to say, his heart sinks.

---

Akira: I asked you because I want to see you. I’m sorry I haven’t lately.

You: Do you even remember last Sunday?

Akira: Why?

You: Then you don’t. You wanted to ‘hang out’ then too, but not with me. You had time for everyone else, but couldn’t even give me a message to stop waiting for you in the diner.

You: Stop acting like you care when you don’t.

Sent at 9:33am.

---

There’s a hot, sizzling, awful feeling inside your stomach that reminds you of anger as you shove your phone in your pocket and continue to walk aimlessly around Shibuya- but with a lot more power in your steps than before. There’s another feeling besides that, just beneath the anger- a watery, upset and guilty feeling. You know you shouldn’t have snapped.

How unlike you, right?

You have to remember to play the part, don’t you? Act like you don’t care, act as a friend, act like you’re okay, act, act, act act act act-

Your phone is buzzing but you can’t bring yourself to look at it as you- unknowingly- make your path to the diner and inside. You aren’t even aware that you’ve ordered a coffee until the kind waitress with sympathetic eyes places it down in front of you.

A watery, broken sigh escapes you as you hide your face in your hands, trying to quell down your crying, but you can’t. Silently you weep alone in the corner of the diner, shoulders shaking and composure breaking.

I’m a shapeshifter,

Chained down to my core.

Please don’t take off my mask,

My place to hide…

“Why’d you call a meeting so early?” Ryuji yawns from his place on Akira’s couch. Futaba doesn’t look much better, more or less falling asleep as she leans against the blonde. Makoto rolls her eyes.

“It’s 10.”

“Way too early,” Futaba groans, her eyes drooping before Akira smacks the table. The sound is enough to wake everyone up, standing alert and ready as they look to their leader. He drops his phone on the table, free for everyone to see as he frowns deeply.

“We have a problem,” is all he says.

It doesn’t take long for everyone to read it and for the facts to sink in. “Last Sunday…” Haru speaks. “It was raining, wasn’t it?”

“Which means we probably went to Mementos…” Makoto raises a hand to her forehead, a guilty look on her face.

“What do we do?” Ann questions, nervously tugging on her pigtails. “I… don’t think this is going to be easy.”

“The fact we barely know anything real about them and we still managed to let them down isn’t very encouraging,” Yusuke says.

“I hate to be the one who says it,” Ryuji stiffens up, “but what can we do? Mementos, palaces… it’s bigger than them. We have to do this. We can’t help that they aren’t a part of it.”

Everyone glares at him, but only because they know that he’s right. Except for one.

“You’re all hypocrites,” Akira hisses through his teeth, his expression furious as he gestures to his messages on the phone. “You all make time for someone! Makoto, you still talk to Eiko, and Ann still makes time to visit Shiho!” The leader angrily pockets his phone. “We all have somebody outside of this- this thing we’re trying to do. I thought you all cared for ___. Are they really so easy to push aside?”

And yet, something curls unsteady in his stomach. Whispers in his ear, are you free of blame? Didn’t you do the same? Wasn’t it so easy to forget they were ever around?

Akira feels sick. With himself and with his friends. He knows it’s probably just the stress of school and the deadline- but their implications toward their friendship with ____ just--- he couldn’t believe it.

“I’m going to go see them. I’m going to fix this. They deserve more than what we’ve been giving them.”

What he has been giving them.

——

Alone in the diner, you begin to dwell on the past. It’s something you do a lot because it’s easy- the present is so sad and hard, so you’d rather think about another time when things were better. You still remember how you met Akira- and by meeting him, you eventually met everyone else.

He had been studying in the library. Makoto was there too, she always was, but she had a fine way of tuning everyone out as she absorbed herself in her studies. She didn’t hear the relentless whispering from all around the room- all targeted at the new boy. But you did.

How can anyone focus with all this noise? You watch him carefully- it’s a little hard since he’s hidden behind a cubby, and you feel a little creepy for trying so hard- but you want to know if he’s bothered. Does he notice how people talk to him? How can he stand it?

Do you think he’s studying, or do you think he’s planning his next crime?

The voice reaches out a little more than the rest- when you glare at the person it came from, they don’t seem to notice or care. And then you look back at Akira- you notice how his pen has stopped moving and his shoulders are stiff.

So he noticed it, then.

You knew what it was like to be rumored about and bullied. It’s not hard to become the butt of the joke in school- kids are judgemental and mean, it’s just what they do. But this seems too unfair… can’t you do something?

Without realizing it, you’ve walked up to Akira’s cubby and tapped on his shoulder. He merely looks up at you, a concerned look in his eye that you don’t blame him for.

“Hey, if you want to study without any noise…” You slowly start, “I know that the club room on this floor is empty right now.”

There’s a nervous beat in your chest as you offer this to him. You hope he doesn’t take it the wrong way- you don’t want to get rid of him, you just want to help. You readjust your school bag on your shoulder as he refuses to respond. “Anyway, that’s where I’m going. You’re free to use it, too, if you need to.”

Surprisingly, he stands up immediately, gathering the loose books in the cubby and putting them in his own bag. You wonder for a second if he’s about to dash off before he turns to you, a sincere look on his face.

“Thank you. I’d like to go somewhere quiet.”

And that’s how it all started- simple as that. An act of kindness for your schoolmate turned into frequent study sessions in the empty club room, which gradually filled up with more people as the months went by. That’s how your friendship with them all started. It wasn’t the most exciting story, but you look back on that day and the ones it followed with a sad smile.

The club room is no longer filled with the rowdy group after school. Eventually, it was just you- and then you couldn’t bear to be there alone anymore, and the club room became abandoned and cold.

Thinking about it makes you want to cry again- but you think you’ve worried the poor waitress serving you enough today. It’s already a little past noon, hours flying by without you noticing it, and you should probably head home for the day. Nothing is waiting for you here.

As you call the waitress and fumble for your wallet, the door of the diner slams open- hard- catching everyone’s attention as a dark-haired boy rushes through. Your eyes are wide as you realize who it is.

It’s Akira, and rather abruptly, he heads right for you and sits in the booth seat across from you. His cheeks are flushed and hair is unusually wild as if he’d been running, but he grins at the waitress even as he’s out of breath. “I’ll have a coffee, please,” he says.

“O-okay,” she’s about as confused as everyone else, including you, but she hurriedly walks away with Akira’s order and the people in the diner collectively begin to mind their own business.

Now it’s you and him- in the diner sat in a booth, on a Sunday- exactly what you were supposed to be doing before. But this time, it’s not raining.

“You look like you ran a marathon,” for some reason this is the first thing you can think to say. Akira laughs, subtly fixing his glasses and smoothing out his hair as he does. You didn’t mean it in a bad way- he looks handsome either way.

“You weren’t answering your phone, so I just ran everywhere I thought you might be until I found you.”

Right. You had put your phone on silent. Wiggling it out of your pocket, as soon as the screen turns on you see dozens of messages, all from Akira. You instantly feel bad, but before you can say anything, Akira’s hand reaches across the table and covers your phone, forcing you to put it down.

“I didn’t say that to make you feel bad. I get it. I, uh,” he stutters, “I wouldn’t want to answer me either if I were you.”

“What are you doing here, Kurusu?” You ask him before you don’t have the guts anymore. Being here with him… It makes you anxious. You forgot what it was like to talk to him.

Your choice in name visibly upsets him, but he doesn’t say anything about it. You feel it’s appropriate- you hadn’t talked in such a long time, you no longer felt that you should use his given name. It doesn’t feel right.

“I wanted to see you,” Akira says. The waitress suddenly appears with his order, not saying anything as she quickly leaves after his quiet ‘thank you’, and then he continues. “I wanted to apologize for not being around lately… We’ve all noticed that you’ve been acting differently- but- we didn’t do anything. And I’m sorry.”

“Well, that doesn’t make me feel any better,” you frown, your eyes stinging as you look at the table.

“I know it doesn’t… but I needed to say it. And I wanted… to spend today with you, if you’d let me. I want to fix it.”

You know he’s sincere- Akira doesn’t lie, not often anyway. He doesn’t lie to you- to his friends. Immediately, you want to say yes- please be my friend again, please make it feel better.

But you can’t.

“I can’t,” you say. “I… it doesn’t work like that. I can’t be your friend again while knowing I might not be your friend tomorrow, the next day, or next week… You just disappear, Kurusu, you all do. You all disappear and I don’t know why, but I can’t stand it.” Your hands wring together on top of the table nervously, your heart beating a bit too fast. You hate admitting it to him, but you can’t deny it anymore- whatever they’re doing, you’re not a part of it. It’s so painfully obvious that they don’t trust you, and it makes you feel like shit.

Akira seems to be at a loss for words. The two of you sit in an upsetting silence- you want to apologize and make him feel better, but you can’t do that anymore, so you stay quiet.

“Every… every Sunday,” Akira starts. You look up at him slowly. “Every Sunday, I’ll be here. And I can’t promise I can always bring everyone with me, but I’ll… I’ll be here. All day.”

“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it,” you sigh and he quickly shakes his head.

“I do mean it. I told you- I want to fix it.”

His hand reaches out again, softly grasping one of your own clammy hands. “I can’t tell you exactly what we’re doing… But I can tell you that the group and I… we’re doing something, and it’s dangerous. It’s exhausting. And I don’t want you to be a part of it because I don’t want you to get hurt.”

What… on earth does that mean? Your chest feels heavy as you hold his hand back, worry in your eyes. What are they doing that would make him say that- make him look so upset and tense?

“But I still want to be friends with you- you’re dear to me. I don’t want to lose you because I made the mistake of getting caught up in other things.”

You’re dear to me.

Those words seem to break you apart. You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry again today, but the tears fall before you can even catch them. You sniffle pathetically, holding Akira’s hand tighter as you cry. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. Before you realize what’s happening, Akira is standing up, moving around the table so he can sit beside you, still holding your hand.

“Don’t be.” He whispers, his other arm wrapping around you and holding you against him.

And it’s been so, so long since you felt this wanted- it breaks you all over again and you continue to cry, basked in the warmth that is Akira as he refuses to let you go. “Every Sunday?” You ask him, quiet and meek. A part of you is embarrassed to have him see you cry like this, but most of you is too overwhelmed to care.

“Every Sunday,” he promises. And even though maybe you shouldn’t… you believe him.

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