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akiraiscute · 4 months

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Yandere!Steven Universe X Reader

Tw ; Yandere shit, idk what else help

Steven Universe Future! || NO SMUT U FLITHY ANIMALS.

A/N ; bro no one is writing for steven universe and i badly need smth😭

Steven was talking to garnet, on the couch while garnet was petting cat steven. It was 2AM, both of them were waiting for you, Steven sighed as he heard the door opening. Garnet was looking at you already, Steven turned around as he saw you… he looked shocked, You were in baggy jeans, a long sleeves and crop-top but you stole his jacket before you went out, which both of them were sleeping or gone.. You were slowly taking off your sneakers, getting the silent house uncomfortable really so you tried to distract yourself and kept into your head really until Steven spoke up.

“Soo.. Where were you?”

You looked at Steven confused before smiling.

“You know how sadie is Back into town for her tour with the sadie spects? They asked me to go shopping with them and of course i said yes!”

Garnet looked away from steven to look at you, smiling as she already knew that. She just wanted to make sure you were alright, Cat Steven jumped down from Garnet’s lap and ran to you. Quickly starting to purr and rub against your leg, you bent down and pet her gently as to pick her up as well.. Steven was still looking at you, slightly jealous that you spent all your night talking to them instead of him. Why didn’t they invite him though? That’s- weird, he was the one who introduced everyone to you when you first moved in which was probably when.. he still didn’t know his own powers, those times made him shiver sometimes.

“Were you safe?”

“Why wouldn’t I? We have nothing to fear anymore so I just have been relaxing. Why aren’t you in bed Steven? You planned to propose to connie to tomorrow or is it today since… it’s 2AM??”

“Well, i wanted to wait for-.. my best.. friend.”

“As you are already here (N/N) {Nickname}, I should get going as I have some stuff to do.”

You smiled and waved bye to garnet as you saw her disappear into her room. You turned to steven and walked over to him, gently putting cat Steven in his lap and watched cat steven purr softly and get comfortable on steven’s lap. You giggled as the thought of cat steven and human steven being alike, you walked back and walked to the hallway of the bathroom saying..

“Alright! You should prepare for bed Steven! Ima take a shower!”

Well sorta yelled that out, Steven watched you leave him with this cat steven… He sighed softly, fully forgetting that he told the gems and you that he liked connie, when he was mildly obsessed with you… well he wasn’t always, half way through his past he got obsessed. Can you guess how? Well, really. he got obsessed with you because you almost died by the hands of the diamonds. You're human.. not like him, not like the gems where you can poof but come back better and new, not like him where he can magically heal himself if he got hurt. but at that point, he didn't even realize it was obsessive, he just thought it was friendly love untillll….

He got rejected by Connie which was a few weeks ago, It was bad enough he had to deal with humiliation but she literally pointed out that she thought he liked you. That made him shocked, as you and him well before had nothing in common, he and you only saw each other as friends until Connie pointed out how he looked at you after everything with the diamonds, she pointed out how he looked at you with so much admiration, so much love in his eyes. Connie found it adoring, cute, sweet. She wasn’t even mad.. Which got Steven absolutely confused. If He saw connie being like- oh. He slowly started to realize that he does and did do that.. how dumb is he that he didn’t notice himself? It got awkward quick..

It was already morning as he got the sleep he needed and so did you. Steven was happily okay with you sleeping on the bed as you two got older, he didn’t find it weird that you guys had to share a bed when you two grew up, which until you told him if it was okay if you slept on the couch and not with him and not near him? That absolutely made him feel like shit, he didn’t know that at time either really. You slowly got up and looked at Steven, confused.

“Steven.. why do you have brea—”

Before you could finish your sentence the gems were already coming up, you sighed softly as you ate the breakfast sandwich Steven made as he talked with the gems. You were too tired to say anything so when you got up, you realized they were already downstairs. You softly shook your head as you started to get dress already, you went down to see them talking.. it was nice seeing it. You liked seeing them all talk, happily.. it felt refreshing, You walked to the bathroom and opened the door to start your routine. You walked out to see Steven get piled in snow, you giggled as you started to get something to drink.

“You know what we haven’t played in awhile..?”

Amethyst said as she looked at steven, before slowly getting up and then. Turning into young steven, which made you look shock as you started to laugh, hard.

“STEVEN TAG!”

Steven looked tired before looking at you, his eyes looked a bit shocked before they softened of all of his tiredness, suddenly gone just by hearing your pretty laugh. Before he knew it, he kept dodging Amethyst from tagging him. He kept complaining until he ran into the bathroom, quickly rolling a towel up and putting it in the gap of the door, he sat on it until he heard your far away laughter fading away and amethyst footsteps walking away. He slowly started to put the towel back and open the door, he walked out as garnet was looking around.

“Steven.”

“Yea Garnet?”

“Have you seen Cat Steven, I have been looking all over for her. Can you look for her in the cabinets?”

Steven nodded as he walked to the cabinets, about to ask this one before he dodged amethyst’s trying to tag him. He gasped a bit as he dodged it, looking at her going into garnet and tagging garnet instead but also making you fall down since garnet almost knocked you down. You laughed it off as it didnt even hurt, being trained witn Connie and pearl, you could deal with a lot of things whicn always made steven admire you from afar. Speaking of Steven, he looked shocked before running to you.

“Are you okay?!”

He said as he kneel down and checked you. You chuckled softly as your laughter died down, you nodded before steven dodged both of them and ran to the warpad. Running into pearl..

EEK!! Finished it myself, 6 more drafts to complete. Im dying slowly omg- i should write each other that im planning until Christmas broskis😊 TOMORROW IS TWO STORIES OKAY?? DW DW I’LL DO TWO BECAUSE I HAVE TOO SO IT’LL WORK. I promise it’ll work😭😭 anyways!! Enjoy this my pretties, i have been having mentall problems so im sorry for being gone for awhile of couple times.<3

— Akira!!<3… Akira!!<3 is.. iss… Logg- Logging off. Goodbye!

#x reader #akira’s short stories #<3 #yandere #steven universe #steven universe x reader #yandere steven universe #short #idk how to tag this #idk #if i should continue with this

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cookkoo · 7 months

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Drawtober 2023 day 2: Spider (lily)

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#shumako #amamiya ren #niijima makoto #kurusu akira #drawtober #drawtober2023 #inktober #inktober2023 #This is Ren based on my very old au #you probably can find it on twitter if you look up for loopAU under my acct #not the most creative name I know #altho 70% of the actual story is probably in my private acct #long story short it's a loop reset setting but every time he comes back his body decay more #boi pretty much two steps away from death in this loop #did I told you I like angst #just dont ask me how many angsty AUs living rent free in my head #There really is no happy ending for us #is what I wanna add as the caption but I feel like ppl will get the wrong context even with the higanbana #asdfghj

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xitty · 1 month

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I'm so glad they animated Blackbird, it deserves to be known more widely. Most people wouldn't probably read it even if they could, especially when they saw it was only about Eichi and Wataru, so putting it in the anime and in the same episode with EPN is a genius move.

#element really is the best remini and blackbird the best addition #and then they even gave us altered too #thank youuuu happyele and akira #please read blackbird it's even more powerful as short story #ensemble stars #element anime #wataru hibiki #eichi tenshouin

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akirakirxaa · 9 months

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Auraugust Day 15: Rainy Day

Akira was soaked through. No one spared her a single glance; in the weeks since her return, her hair had grown out to the point that no one recognized her unless they were a friend or were looking closely.

No one in Labyrinthos was looking closely, and she was actively avoiding friends.

She heard footsteps approach behind her, closer and less harried than the scholars bustling quickly through the rain, desperately trying to keep their tomes dry. She was unsurprised when she turned slightly to see Hades, holding the umbrella she never used and looking very distinctly annoyed.

"It's foolish enough that you took off without a word, but you didn't even bring an umbrella in this weather?"

"In my defense-" Akira countered with the faintest of smirks that didn't reach her eyes. "It wasn't raining when I left." Hades gave a heavy sigh, moving closer to cover them both with the umbrella, despite the fact that she was already soaked to the bone.

"Do you realize how worried Hythlodaeus and your friends are?" It was chastisement, but his tone didn't quite match, softening as one snap later Akira was as dry as if she had been lying in the sun.

Yes, I'm sure they were the only ones worried. The sarcastic thought came unbidden, but she was absolutely sure she was right. She was learning Hades didn't really like to acknowledge his own feelings. Perhaps he'd had to bury them for so long it was hard for him to.

"I'm sorry," she didn't turn fully to him, not trusting the stinging in her eyes not to become something more. "I just needed to get out of Sharlayan for a little bit."

They stood quietly in the rain, listening to the patter on grass and pavement as they both struggled with their own thoughts.

"I just feel so useless," the words came out as a whisper, Akira clenching her fists at her side. "I've climbed mountains and fought dragons and now I can barely take a walk through Labyrinthos without-"

Without becoming too exhausted to walk back. Or to even find shelter from the rain. The pain in her limbs and her back that she thought had eased came roaring back with a vengeance and returning to Sharlayan had become an impossibility and it was embarrassing.

She didn't know if she turned to him first or if he pulled her to him, but then they were leaning into each other. He spoke of worrying others, but he was the one that came here to find her.

His grip was tight, though not enough to hurt, and it said So do I.

"Let's get you back, Hero," though the words were light, his voice was rough with some unspoken emotion. "Before anyone does anything drastic."

"Indeed," she agreed with a small huff of almost-laughter. "We wouldn't want anyone doing anything dramatic after all."

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mihai-florescu · 8 months

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hi you are like the wataei expert to me. i plan on reading ep:link some time for the trickstar content do you have any recommended ! fine primers for it though ^_^ i have read little to none major fine content so um anything goes

Yayay ! Fine stories! Element, Flower Festival, Quarrel Festival (recommending it for Eichi and Keito's relationship mostly, it's not really about fine per se, but fine and akatsuki have a showdown), Circus, Milky Way, Jingle Bells, Magnolia, Triumph of the Emperor. I think these should be good to get you covered on Fine as a whole. Dance Floor is also good if you end up loving their stories!

As for wataei in particular, add Diner Live to the list. And the Daydream monologue if you havent read it already, read it first actually. And Blackbird.

#live laugh love the short stories are some of akira's best writing #sorry if this list seems intimidating i tried to narrow it down!#i could narrow it down to just give you the most important wataei moments if you dont want to read everything #ask #amia🌸

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berryblu-arts · 6 months

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a boy and his birb :)

first meeting! something something recognition of oneself...

+bonus 2 years later

everybody say thank you ann @chaotic-bumblebee-agenda for these heheheh

#i bring you mild angst and sillies :D #aghhh i need to make his short story fr!!!#its been half sketched out for over a year now aghhh #shut up sheo #my art #my ocs #zac #akira #azure #<- birb´s name #i have so many thoughts but need to get back to work lol #maybe later <3 #west coast #and the space tower finally makes an appearance 🥳💥!! its been *years*#edit: wasnt gonna tag you but eh; im sure you wont mind haha

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simulation-machine · 8 months

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So, since I'm *still* either playing BG3 or redecorating the Orson's house, I figured I could set up some posts from my Alpha days in the queue. Just to see, y'know, if or how much my ~*~aesthetic~*~ has changed! Today is a failed story of a young woman named Sabrina, who was seduced by Akira Kibo (who, unbeknownst to Sabrina, was very much married to Miko Ojo), became pregnant, dumped the baby daddy but kept the baby, and started dating the obstetrician who gave birth to her child. This was about a month before I decided to do The Great Purge, got rid of all my alpha hairs and genetics, and got into Maxis Match in a major way. I hadn't quite figured out reshade, though I think these were used with @pictureamoebae's Thatched reshade preset, which you can get over here. I think in general I was becoming disenchanted with the way I had been playing the game since 2014, and this story run helped me come to terms with that.

#from the queue #sims 4 gameplay #short stories from the past #back from my alpha days #akira kibo #miko ojo #darling walsh #salim benali

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thieves-in-the-palace · 8 months

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Akira wakes up on a rainy morning in April under the roof of his new accomodations. As he gets ready for school, he notices a wristwatch next to his bed. He doesn't wear a watch, he has never worn a watch, but as he goes to leave, he grabs it anyway. He doesn't know why.

He wears the watch every day for several months. It's a nice one, classy and subtle and probably too rich for his blood. He doesn't know where it came from.

In a final climactic battle against the man who (he believes) orchestrated everything, the watch breaks. He doesn't understand why he feels such intense grief over the anonymous object.

After the real final battle against an impossible foe, Akira and his girlfriend spend Christmas Eve together. When they go back to his room, she gives him a watch. It is in every way identical to the one he had lost. He begins to understand.

And then Akira wakes up on a rainy morning in April.

we are putting this blorbo through every time loop possible

(god tho the fact it's a watch…a timepiece…it's SYMBOLIC)

#this vaguely reminds me of that short story u wrote a while back about that adventurer and the sword they found sgfhjfg #tho in this one akira has even less control than the adventurer #video val #ask #p5 #persona 5 #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #Kidd speaking

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nitetime-moon · 8 months

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Fighting Art Block Pt 2

Inspiration under the cut!

All the images come from Pinterest. Besides that, I don't know, this was just for fun.

#my art #my ocs #my oc art #this has been rotting in my gallery long enough it's time to post it #i love how the only woman in this is also the only one wearing pants #that wasn't intentional #anyway... from left to right we have Akira... Sparrow... Eirian... and Koray #akira is my oc that i got from a danganronpa game prompt generator #he is the ultimate chemist #sparrow is another chemist oc i've made but he's from a short story i wrote once #and if you've been on my blog b4 you know eirian and koray already #they are showing off their silver sun and golden moon motifs here #koray has his scar but in this au he probably got it from a less serious situation and is therefore not depressed and traumatized :)

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flovverworks · 6 months

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ngl outfit wise i think 3th anni wins, but bgm&general aesthethic wise........?? feeling Very targeted. ough the bgm is so good T_T the underwater art........

this english line too->

Your smile is my anchor in a world adrift.

;-; (close to crying) the anni website texts are so good iiiiiii rly love their anni sitesT_T pls check it out

assuming theres only 5 sets i grabbed it before going into Inspect to grab the art. hehe but

My gallant wizards. A call of the name, our eyes meet, and you smile at me.

That alone is a blessing strong enough to defy fate itself.

THIS ONE?!T_T teared up. the defying fate makes me dizzy. central wizards...........

My prudent wizards. You turn away from being hurt, from hurting others.

And yet, when that very hurt covers your bodies with bruises and wounds you turn to one another and smile instead. A miracle in the making.

My merry wizards. Your laughter propels you as you ascend in the air, blowing past tragedies of tears and strife as if they were but clouds in the sky.

After all, you know that what waits beyond is a comedy of smiles and delight.

My proud wizards. They speak of you with voices of fear and apprehension.

But, oh, what hope is to be had in those powerful smiles of yours, salvation through dark nights as dreadful as they are long.

My gentle wizards. When fear seizes the body with tremors of unease you stand close, offering your smile as refuge.

What comes to you so naturally is surely the first rays of daybreak to those who await it.

...;_; <-thinks of crybaby bunny with akira&snows comments about rutile All The Time

#stardust speaking !#i dont have anything profound to say i gotta make lunch but i;_________; please read mhyk aauuuuuugggghhhhhh #the way akira loves the wizards makes me so emotional #the sages heart.......................#ok outfit talk i like arthurs jacket design. the short...very cute. snow & white i rly like too?!?!?!?#i like how theyre designed in general but this especially.......mainly green...mainly white........#ough i like the jp line too....T_^#unrelated but related but the a3 update...^_^ izumi voiced in main story YIPPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#might have to redl in a while jsut to hear her ehehehe i loovveeeee izumi sm #i need to watch the anime in full cuz the way she related to sakuya..........................i liked how they did that a Lot

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narrators-journal · 2 years

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Homecoming part 2

Holy hot fucking hell I’ve been staring at this for SO long, it doesn’t even make sense to me anymore lol. But, I am super happy with how it turned out and I hope you all enjoy the story 💕

I suggest you read part 1 first for full context!

"Hello?" Akira's mother's voice asked from his phone, the surprise ringing in her voice like a bell, making his insides freeze over to the point that he had to force his words out through suddenly uncooperative vocal cords, "Uh, h-hi mom...Just...just wanted to tell you I made it back. And that I'm...at the station." He croaked out, the silence that followed holding a potent question he couldn't even answer himself.

Why did you come back? And with one glance Akira instantly knew Akechi had caught that as well. He could tell from the way his warm brown eyes were glowing with the same questions he saw in Morgana's. "Oh! Akira, dear. I-I'm so sorry, I must've forgotten the date. I'll be there in an hour to get you!" With that, she hung up, leaving the glasses-wearing teen under the weight of Akechi and Mona's stares. "Um...Joker?" Morgana asked gently, his paw pressing comfortingly on his shoulder while the cat's sapphire eyes stared into him, but the teen just stroked his ebony fur, wordlessly telling him he was okay. "Your mother sure does seem...forgetful." Akechi hummed next, the protective layer of social politeness doing little to hide the barbs he had just below the surface But the teen simply shrugged and, before Akechi could try to pry further, turned and went to get his things before heading out of the station to find a bench to wait for his mother while the last few rays of the sun painted the barely-populated edge of town its last warm hues for the day. Thankfully, Akechi took the hint and didn't try to pry into him for the hour that they sat in the cooling evening air. However, his family troubles still sat between them on the bench like a third commuter. I should've told him no. Akira thought while scrolling through the messages his friends had sent over the train ride, What did I think would happen though? I shouldn't have even come home in the first place. He added to himself, recalling the lack of contact he'd had with his parents all year. It was a pretty clear message on its own, and yet there the phantom thief was, seemingly hoping it wasn't true.

For the umpteenth time that day, the glasses-clad delinquent bit back the burn of tears. He stubbornly refused to cry. Especially not in front of his crush and rival. He'd know the likelihood of this occurrence, he had no right to break down right now. So, he instead made himself let out a slow, steadying breath and just focused back in on reading his messages. Pretending he didn't feel Akechi's gaze burning into his soul and the heavy dread in his stomach until he heard the crunch of the asphalt drawing closer. "Are you sure that you're okay with this? Are your mom and dad awful?" Morgana whispered from his school bag as the car came to a stop in front of them, but he went ignored as a small moment passed before a woman with long, chestnut hair that cascaded down her back in the same wild waves as Akira's stepped out, "Akira! Sweetie!" she sang a bit too brightly, coming over to throw her arms around him a bit too tightly, but also letting go a moment too early. "I'm so sorry for being late, dear. I've been so busy today, I should've double-checked your return date." She hummed as she stepped back and gave him a warm smile, but the boy saw the discomfort and remorse just beneath it. Silence. Akira wasn't a stranger to the quiet, no one in his family was a big conversationalist. But this bout of silence had him struggling to breathe while his mother just stood in front of him. scanning over his boxes and counting them as an excuse to avoid looking at him until Akechi finally stepped in to break the surface tension. "Well, Akira? Aren't you gonna introduce me to this lovely lady?" He asked lightly in that masterfully crafted TV voice of his, making the brunette look at him, stunned for a moment at the sheer thought of her son bringing somebody back with him before she gave an awkward giggle, "Oh, I'm sorry, are you his probation officer?" She asked, "What? No, I'm his friend," Akechi chuckled, shaking the woman's hand with a sweet smile that the muted boy would've found angelic if he hadn't faced the Goro Akechi hidden behind that mask, "I'm Goro Akechi, ma'am, it's lovely to meet you at last. Your son has talked you up a fair bit." That last sugar-coated barb got the detective a sharp glare, but the phantom thief's look went ignored by his companion and unnoticed by his mother, who just smiled and apologized for the mix-up before changing the subject, "Well! I-it's getting late, we better get home. Come on, dear, before you worry your father anymore." Akira nodded at that and set about moving his things into her car as fast as he could without letting on his tension. Don't you dare cry yet. He told himself when that sickly familiar burn returned to his charcoal-colored eyes yet again, Just a few more minutes. Let mom get out of sight of Akechi. Just don't cry in front of him. He coached, taking a moment to lean against the box he'd just loaded into the backseat of the car, blinking and taking deep breaths to curb the ache in his heart and the thorny dread and fear that were causing this latest threat to his stability. While he was duct-taping his composure back together, the dark-haired teen listened to Akechi and his mother's conversation, "Oh! ma'am, I know this is a tad weird, but do you think I could ride back into town with you? Just so I don't have to walk and hunt for a hotel all night," Akechi asked, Akira's mom humming indecisively for a moment before caving under that small-town pressure of hospitality. It wasn't polite to send a visiting friend to stay in the hotel, but the phantom thief could see the despair glowing in his mother's eyes as she made the polite offer, "Oh don't bother with a hotel! You're a friend of Akira's, you can stay with us for the night," She assured in a voice that was so forced, Akira was surprised his mother's jaw didn't break from the movement. Guess that plan's out the window. He thought darkly, letting the fresh wave of frustration act as a bit of plaster over his festering emotions so he could pack the rest of his things away and return to the casual conversation at the side of the road. Watching the brunette smoothly wrap the reluctant woman around his finger made Akira's stomach twist a bit. Not particularly because Akechi was manipulating his mother, but because it showed how easy it must have been for the man to do the same thing to the phantom thief, and that still hurt a little bit. This isn't a surprise. You already knew he was a master manipulator. He told himself, shaking his head, No. I have to remember what Akechi's done. He's still not trustworthy. With that, he double-checked that all of his boxes were put away and Morgana was at his shoulder, signaling to his mother that it was time to face the music. "Well, come on boys, let's get back into town before it gets too late." She chirped, climbing back into the car and leaving the two of them to follow. Once settled in, she pulled away from the station, Akira watching out the window as the scenery zipped by them on the drive back to his childhood home. Predictably, the ride back into the main portion of the tiny town was steeped in tension and discomfort that seemed to grow when his mother flicked on the radio to fill the quiet. The music was nothing but a failed distraction from what both of them knew was waiting ahead. His father. Thinking back on his father's reaction to his arrest was something Akira had done in the days leading up to his departure from Tokyo. His father was a quiet man, like himself, and while he wasn't a very emotionally present father, the teen's false accusation had seemingly hurt him the most between him and the boy's mother. He'd been furious, not so much as looking at his son since he'd been hauled in on those false charges. It was like he couldn't bring himself to face the fact that Akira had supposedly hurt someone. Though at the same time, Akira couldn't help but feel like that wasn't the real reason for his father shunning him. It might have been the reason given, but the dark-haired teen could tell. His father simply couldn't stand to face the confirmation of his worst fears. To face that his son might have hurt someone, that he truly was as messed up as the kids and all of their parents had whispered since kindergarten. Akira's dad didn't need to say the truth because he'd already made his disdain clear. "Alright, we're home." His mother chirped as she pulled into a familiar driveway and shut the car off in front of a small, but cute house that should've filled the phantom thief's soul to the brim with relief and joy to see, but instead only pinned the dark-haired teen to his seat with the weight of the dread boulder growing in his gut. His mother must've felt the same way because she didn't seem that keen on going inside either. So, they sat there for what felt like an eternity, silently daring each other to be the first one to approach the house. Though the game ended when Akechi cleared his throat, "Uh, would you like me to help you bring your stuff in, Akira?" He asked, the teen's neck as stiff as a rebar pole as he nodded, but his mother spoke up when the detective went to finally get out, "Oh don't worry about that right now boys! I-I'm sure Akira and his dad can get it tomorrow." She assured, her voice full of too much sugar and sunshine for such a dark hour, something that Akira saw made Akechi's reddish-brown eyes narrow briefly. However, the selective mute couldn't seem to force his frozen vocal cords to function, so he had to resort to sending the brunette psychic pleas to keep his mouth shut and not start a fight. How much Akira simply wished to get this night done with as little drama as possible. Which, the man thankfully seemed to get, because instead of outright calling the woman out for her behavior, all he did was tilt his head in innocent confusion, "It'd be of no problem to me, ma'am, and I'm sure your son would like to at least have his blankets and clothes inside for tomorrow," but his mother got out and just laughed it off, "He's got plenty of blankets and clothes left inside, he'll be fine for a night." She promised though the dark-haired teen could see his hollow room staring down at him like some sick taunt. Maybe that's why he still sat in the car. Letting his mother dissuade Akechi from bringing anything of his in at this hour. Stewing in anxiety with the weight of how unwelcome he was gluing him to the car seat. However, before the burn of tears he'd still miraculously not shed could pounce on that moment of weakness, a knock at the window made him and Morgana both jump. When he looked though, it was simply Akechi, looking through the glass with even more questions and annoyance swimming in his eyes. Though, for once, not aimed at him. For now, though, the thief pushed those thoughts aside and just forced his stiff body to get out of the car, keeping his school bag with him so he'd have Morgana close by as he walked with Akechi up to the porch where his mother waited, the woman giving the teen one more bone-crushing hug before smiling at Akechi, "Forgive the mess, I've been a little busy today and didn't think my son would bring a friend home," With that, she opened the door and led them inside. What Akira saw inside was another familiar sight. His dad, a tall, dark-haired man with the same charcoal eyes as the phantom thief leader sat in a patchy recliner, focused on a book while a radio in the kitchen filled the silence until his mother spoke, "Honey! Akira's home and he has a friend with him, so try to be nice and not scare him." She chirped as she flitted off to the kitchen to start dinner, deftly avoiding the way her husband tore his dark eyes away from her to narrow them at their child, the dark-haired boy not needing to look up from where his gaze was fixed on the hardwood flooring to see the venomous question in his father's look. Why are you back. "I'm sorry sir, is Akira not welcome?" The detective almost spat, his own potent venom finally slipping into his curt tone, making the dark-haired persona user grab onto his arm and pull at him until the brunette turned the evil look he was giving his parent onto him and could see his desperate pleas in his rivals dark gray eyes. PLEASE stop. Don't start a fight right now, PLEASE. The teen was begging, praying Akechi had turned over a new leaf enough to not lash out any further than he already had. Which, at first, it seemed he had done, as he simply pulled his arm away from his rival and asked his mother in that polite facade he'd briefly dropped, "Ma'am, when's dinner expected to be done? I think I'm going to have Akira give me a small tour so I can get a feel for this place, and I'd hate for him to miss a homecooked meal." making the woman almost jumped when acknowledged, but she was quick to give them an estimation of an hour. Watching with her son as the brunette spun on his heel, grabbed Akira by the wrist, and pulled him back out into the quiet night once more. Once the front door had clicked shut though, Akira took the lead and silently walked down the road, not giving Akechi a chance to pry into him at long last. There was no point to it, Akira knew what the detective was going to say. So, instead of letting his rival confront him with things he was already well aware of, the wild card simply marched down the road. Passing by familiar homes and cars while wishing that one of them would pull out of their driveway and run him over so he could escape the thick cloud of hostility his companion gave off on his behalf. Don't be silly, the rational voice in his head said, Akechi'd just bring you back to life to get answers. And it was right, he had learned the painful way that Akechi was as determined as a pitbull in his goals. No matter how self-destructive or cruel. However, that didn't make it any easier to lead his companion to the main road where most of the town's shops were lined up and asleep for the night feeling the anger radiating off of him while a brutally sharp question sat notched in Akechi's bow. On the other hand, though, Akira knew he couldn't avoid the topic forever. Akechi would find out somehow, and it wouldn't be a pretty sight if the boy let the vengeful brunette confront his parents. So, the dark-haired phantom thief let out a sigh and pressed Morgana a bit closer to his side while he searched for the park his mother used to take him to when he was little and reluctantly plopped down on a weathered bench at the edge of the little plot of land, keeping his charcoal-colored eyes focused on the moonlight-painted grass while listening to Akechi's footsteps slowing down and finally stopping beside him before the brunette sat down beside him. Akechi gave him enough time to reach into his school bag and bring Morgana out to send the cat off to explore before taking a deep breath and speaking in such a jarringly understanding, gentle voice that the phantom thief winched, "Did your parents think you were dead?" He asked, almost offering the excuse, but all Akira could do without letting the tears welling into his eyes fall was shake his head at the question, keeping his eyes on the ground as they lapsed into another suffocating silence. Akechi let it stretch out for a few torturous moments before he dealt another blow to the phantom thief. "They didn't want you to come home from probation, did they?" The question was asked with such a sickeningly soft familiarity and understanding. He hated how perceptive Akechi was. He hated how he put into words the silent message his parent sent by not acknowledging his birthday. Akira hated how having that fact finally verbalized provided the hairline fracture the emotions needed to get through the dam he had been holding up with duct tape all day. But it wasn't just the way Akechi had been so aware of the issues Akira had never spoken of in his year with him that had him doubled over with his head almost between his knees and his arms over his head as hot tears poured down his cheeks and sobs shook his whole world. The final blow was the fact that the man who had betrayed Akira and his friends, had tried to murder the quiet boy twice, had voiced the truth so delicately. The same man who had been determined to end him for merely existing was sitting there in the cool, quiet darkness of the night, talking to him with nothing but empathy. Akira wanted to rip into his old enemy. He wanted to scream at the man and blow up at him, but the only thing he could do was let out an agonized, melancholy scream through his clenched teeth, his nails digging into the back of his head in some feeble attempt to staunch the ugly, childish sobs torn from his sore throat, but the pain didn't save the black-haired thief from being swept away in the heavy tsunami of anger, loss, homesickness, and a potent pain that he'd let pull him apart like fork-tender roast beef all day. So, instead of verbalizing his anger at Akechi for daring to be so nice to him after his earlier actions, Akira relied on physical attacks. Only to find that at some point in his haze, the detective had pulled him into a hug, letting the dark-haired leader of the phantom thieves dig his nails into his arm and bite him like a toddler throwing a violent tantrum until he seemed to tire himself out. After that, the thief just let his rival hold him while he continued to sob uncontrollably. Neither spoke. They didn't need to speak. All they did was sit in the silent park, Morgana wordlessly pressed to Akira's leg as he sobbed, and Akechi silently held him even after his distraught wails had lessened.

#persona 5 royal #persona 5 #akeshu #Akechi x Akira #Persona #short story #kind of canon compliant #but also not #I described Akira's parents but that's nowhere near canon #kinda angsty #Akira Kurusu #Ren Amamiya #Akechi Goro #You can read this like a ship #or friendship it doesn't really matter

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akiraiscute · 3 months

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Yandere!Killua X Hunter!Reader

Tw ; Yandere shit, gore (idk what to add)

KILLUA IS A CHILD IN THIS AND SO IS READER. SO ITS NOTHING ELSE THAN KISSING AND HUGGING AND CUDDLING.

Yet all of this could off been avoided, everything could off been avoided if you didn’t go to the hunter exam. Everything, every last detail, every single word you said to both of them but here the fuck you are. Hugging the person who is absolutely obsessed with you, yes you don’t know but still.. its such a horrible move but you’re here with gon, Killua can’t just confess his love for you in front of gon or that blonde guy and black hair guy! That would make it awkward as well. But You were worried sick about killua, you even came with gon and uh, Kurapika and Le- Leorio.. Doesn’t that mean you care about him? If he even thinks about it, he gets this weird feeling. Killua doesn’t like that weird feeling at all.

“Kil! You’re bruised?! Are you okay?!”

“Oh..oh im fine..”

“You don’t look fine!”

“Oh shut up gon!…”

Killua said embarrassed as his reddening face got called out by gon, again. Leorio and kurapika smiled at the three, adoring this scene as it played. They both started to laugh a bit.. Just because he gets red around you, doesn’t mean shit! Doesn’t mean he has a crush on you, not at all. That’s weird! Super duper weird! But, but seeing you get even more worried for him, was making him weak.. isn’t that a bad sign?! Being weak is bad, right..? Yea! It is! He can’t stand you making him suddenly weak, just because you care about him doesn’t matter! Doesn’t mean anything either.. God, maybe Killua was head over heels for you, maybe he would just.. confess his love, maybe. And maybe! You’ll say yes and you two could live happily, away from his family too… god he wanted that. He didn’t want his fucked up family to take you away, nor take him away from you. He can’t stand being away fro- What is he thinking! He just met you, maybe a few weeks ago! Or a month ago! He can’t be talking like this about you. Ugh..

“Let’s go already, my mother may already be heading this way.”

“Oh! Okay!”

“What is your mother like anyways?”

That made Killua’s gears turning. He started to rant about his mother doing stuff, crazy stuff. Might i add.. Walking past the servants or whatever and kept talking as gon and you said bye and ran after him, Kurapika and leorio doing the same but walking. When You five got outside, kurapika started to speak, sorta talking over Killua but Killua didn’t mind as along as he got to look at you really, maybe he’s realizing he’s obsessed.. maybe he is! Maybe he’s gonna try stopping himself from doing anything.

After the two left, Killua was already talking to gon about him beating hisoka. He tried to show how far away gon was from hisoka as well, making sure gon knows.

“What about you?”

Gon asked before Killua immediately made the line medium size.. Killua thought he was so humble, yea right but it made you laugh. He.. he made you laugh right?! That counts, he made you laugh… god he was going to think this over in his head over and over, gon groaned as he let out another sigh, not knowing what to do even. Before Killua suggested to go to heavens arena, which both of you and gon found that going to heavens arena was a good idea! Even if you both don’t even know what heavens arena is..

You three got the tickets online, and was on the airline as soon as it was there. Both gon and killua talking, sometimes you adding in as well.. as you were just tired from going to killua’s house even! God, opening those big ass doors were horrible for you and your back.. you yawned before leaning back into your seat, finally falling asleep as Killua and Gon were talking until Killua noticed you sleeping and he stared at you sleeping so peacefully.. he felt sorta at peace for that at least you were sleeping and not hurt. He zoned out really before Gon snapped him out of it really.

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Im tired soso, Everything i do will have a part two prob😭😭 but have this my bbys, finally getting into my hxh stuff😊🫶

— Aki.. Akira… Loggi.. Logging… off..

#akira’s short stories #x reader #<3 #hxh x reader #hxh #hxh killua #yandere #short #hxh 2011 #hxh gon #yandere killua #akiraiscute #season 2 #/#season 3 #of hxh

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sona1adim · 2 years

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Bazen kusurun içinde

kusursuzluğu arıyoruz çok garip değil mi??

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theaskew · 2 months

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Rashomon And Other Stories, by Ryunosuke Akutagawa (1892-1927) (Liveright Paperbound Edition, New York, 1970.)

#fiction #literary fiction #short stories #Japan #Japanese literature #literature #classics #20th century literature #Japanese writer #Japanese author #Ryunosuke Akutagawa #Rashomon #Akira Kurosawa

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missrosiesworld · 4 months

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Café Connections

The gentle hum of the TV subtly blended with the bubbling of pots and the soft whistling of kettles, creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere in Café Leblanc. The warm, inviting lights enveloped the café, making it a serene retreat from the bustling streets of Tokyo. Behind the counter, Akira Kurusu stood in quiet contemplation. His gray eyes moved attentively yet distantly over the café, a testament to his introverted nature as he managed the café's daily operations.

The mundane rhythm of his morning was interrupted by the sound of the bell above the door. A woman with long, curly hair in a rich copper mocha hue entered, her hair cascading down her back and shimmering in the café's warm lighting. Her tan skin radiated a natural glow under the soft lights, and her green, gold-flecked eyes sparkled with an enchanting charm.

Approaching the counter with a warm, engaging smile, she greeted him softly, "Good morning. May I have a cup of your finest coffee, please?"

Akira, momentarily taken aback by her striking presence, returned her smile. While usually reserved, he found her demeanor disarming, her beauty more than just physical. "Certainly," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of newfound enthusiasm. "Would you care to pair that with some breakfast? Our menu ranges from light toast to more substantial meals."

She pondered his suggestion, her fingers idly playing with her hair as she perused the menu. "I think I'll have breakfast," she decided, her voice tinged with curiosity. "What do you recommend?"

In his methodical manner, Akira detailed the choices available – from savory bacon and eggs to sweet waffles and French toast, along with simpler options like cereal and yogurt. "Anything catch your eye?" he asked, his smile slightly more pronounced than usual.

"Hmm, let's go with something classic and comforting," she chose, her eyes twinkling playfully. "Scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and toast, please. And, of course, a cup of your best coffee."

With a quiet "Got it," Akira excused himself to the kitchen. As he prepared the meal, he found himself unexpectedly intrigued by the woman at the counter. Each dish was prepared with an extra level of care – the eggs fluffy, the bacon perfectly crispy, and the toast golden and buttery.

Returning to the counter with the well-prepared breakfast and a cup of freshly brewed coffee, his smile was genuine. "Your breakfast is ready! Enjoy, and if there's anything else you need, just let me know," he said, meeting her green eyes briefly before averting his gaze.

The meal was a testament to his careful attention: the eggs were soft and fluffy, the bacon crisp to perfection, and the toast golden brown. "The coffee is freshly brewed as well," he added, a hint of pride in his voice.

Her eyes sparkled with delight at the sight of her meal. "Thank you so much," she said, her appreciation clear in her voice. "It all looks fantastic."

As she began to eat, a thought struck her. She realized she didn't know the name of the thoughtful individual who had prepared her meal. Looking up at him with a friendly smile, she inquired softly, "By the way, I don't think I caught your name."

Akira, taken aback by her question, chuckled softly, a blush tinting his cheeks. "Ah, I apologize for not introducing myself sooner. I'm Akira Kurusu," he said, a bit awkwardly. "And your name is?"

With a gentle gaze, Miya responded, "I'm Miya Saito. It's a real pleasure to meet you, Kurusu."

"The pleasure is all mine, Saito," Akira replied, his smile sincere but reserved. He mentally noted her name, appreciating its sound. Tentatively, he added, "Saito, that’s a beautiful name."

Realizing his comment might have been too forward, he hastily amended, "Ah, um... I didn't mean that to be strange. Sorry."

Miya's reaction was a warm smile. "No need to apologize, Kurusu," she reassured him, her voice filled with mirth. "And your name, Akira Kurusu, it's quite unique too, isn't it?"

Akira, buoyed by her playful tone, responded with a slight nod and a small smile. "I guess it is, in its own way," he said, a hint of self-consciousness in his tone. "Thank you."

Their light-hearted banter brought a relaxed atmosphere to the café, signifying a comfortable rapport between them.

Akira, driven by a budding curiosity about Miya, leaned in slightly. "I can't help but notice you're new around here," he started, his tone reflecting his careful approach. "May I ask what brings you to this area?"

Miya's face lit up, clearly pleased by his interest. "I've recently moved here," she shared, enthusiasm lacing her words. "Exploring the neighborhood and finding Café Leblanc has been a delightful surprise."

"That's wonderful to hear," Akira responded, his enthusiasm genuine but subdued. "Welcome to the neighborhood. If you need any guidance or have any questions, please feel free to ask."

"Thank you. Your kindness is much appreciated," Miya said, her gratitude evident. "I might just take you up on your offer. It's lovely to find such a welcoming place."

As they continued their conversation, Miya casually mentioned, "I'm actually starting at Shujin Academy on Monday," her voice betraying a mix of excitement and apprehension.

Akira's eyes lit up with a mix of surprise and shared understanding. "Shujin Academy? That's where I study," he revealed, his smile more pronounced. "I could show you around if you'd like. It might help to have a familiar face on your first day."

Miya's relief was evident. "That would be wonderful. Thank you, Kurusu," she said, her smile reflecting her growing ease.

"How about meeting at the school gates on Monday?" Akira suggested, his tone conveying a genuine willingness to help.

"That sounds perfect," Miya agreed, her appreciation clear.

Their conversation then turned towards their experiences at Shujin Academy. Akira shared insights and tips, revealing a side of himself that was observant and thoughtful. "There's a quiet courtyard that's ideal for breaks," he mentioned, describing it with a quiet enthusiasm.

Miya's laughter, blending seamlessly with the café's ambient music, signaled her growing comfort. As they discussed their personal interests, with Miya speaking of her love for music and Akira discussing his culinary passions, their dialogue became a vibrant and engaging exchange, revealing more about each other's personalities.

As their engaging conversation unfolded, the sound of the café door chiming with new arrivals caught Akira's attention. He cast a brief, somewhat regretful glance towards the door, indicating his need to return to work. "I should attend to the other customers," he said, his tone apologetic. Despite his words, his gaze lingered on Miya for a moment, silently expressing his wish for her to stay.

Miya, understanding his unspoken request, smiled reassuringly. "I'll be here," she assured him, her voice warm and understanding, her smile a silent agreement to wait.

A wave of relief washed over Akira, accompanied by a small, thankful smile. "I'll just top up your coffee before I go—it's on the house," he said, giving her a brief, somewhat shy wink, before turning to greet the new customers. As he moved about the café, he occasionally glanced back at Miya, ensuring she was comfortable.

From her vantage point, Miya watched Akira as he skillfully balanced his duties, her eyes following his quiet, efficient movements. The quaint charm of Café Leblanc enveloped her, each detail contributing to the warm, welcoming atmosphere that Akira's presence enhanced.

When Akira returned with a fresh cup of coffee for her, their eyes met briefly in a silent exchange. He placed the cup gently on the table, his smile subtle but meaningful.

"Apologies for the interruption," he said, his voice carrying both apology and warmth. "I hope you're still enjoying your visit."

Miya's eyes sparkled in response. "It's been a wonderful afternoon, thanks to you," she replied, her tone conveying genuine appreciation.

Akira hesitated, his internal struggle apparent as he balanced his responsibilities with his desire to continue their conversation. "I'll be back to join you shortly," he promised, his eyes holding hers for a moment longer than necessary before he turned away to tend to his other duties.

As he moved away, Miya watched him with a sense of admiration for his dedication and kindness. She took a sip of her coffee, the warmth of the drink reflecting the café's inviting ambiance. Despite the activity around her, she felt a sense of belonging, a rarity in new places.

Throughout his tasks, Akira's glances towards Miya were subtle yet meaningful, each one a silent promise of their continued conversation.

Once the café had quieted down, Akira returned to Miya's table, his demeanor more relaxed. "Things have calmed down a bit," he said as he sat down across from her. "Sorry for the wait. Let's pick up where we left off, shall we?"

"There's no need to apologize," Miya responded, her voice filled with sincere admiration. "It was actually quite nice to see you in action. You're clearly skilled at what you do."

Akira's cheeks tinged with a hint of a blush at her praise. "Thank you," he said modestly. "I just try to do my best. So, about our conversation..."

They resumed their discussion, delving deeper into their personal stories and aspirations. Miya shared her dreams and passion for music, her enthusiasm infectious. Akira listened with a quiet intensity, his thoughtful responses and focused gaze reflecting his genuine interest in her stories.

As they conversed, their connection deepened, their shared laughter and stories intertwining to form a bond between them. The café's ambient music and the soft murmurs of other patrons provided a comforting backdrop, encapsulating the essence of their growing friendship.

As their conversation gradually came to a close, Miya checked her watch and expressed surprise. "Oh, looks like I need to head out. I have some errands to take care of," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of regret.

As she reached for her wallet to settle the bill, she looked up at Akira with a sincere smile. "I really enjoyed today, Kurusu. Thank you for the great company, and the food and coffee were wonderful."

Akira accepted the payment, but hesitated for a moment, holding the money as if weighing his next words. He looked at Miya, a blend of determination and a slight shyness evident in his demeanor. "Saito, wait," he said tentatively. "Would it be okay if we exchanged numbers? It'll make coordinating for Monday's school tour easier and," he paused, his smile growing warmer, "I would like to stay in touch."

Miya's reaction was one of both happiness and surprise. "I'd like that," she responded, her tone warm. "Continuing our conversations would be lovely."

As they exchanged their phones, their fingers brushed slightly, a brief yet impactful moment that resonated between them. They shared a shy smile, a mutual recognition of the growing connection they felt.

Entering their numbers, there was a sense of anticipation for what the future might hold, each digit typed symbolizing the promise of future conversations and a deepening relationship. The moment felt significant, as if the world around them paused to acknowledge the start of something new.

Once they saved each other's contact information, they returned the phones, their smiles reflecting a blend of joy and a touch of nervous excitement. Miya gathered her things, her movements now carrying a lightness that hadn't been there before.

"I'll see you on Monday," she said, her voice light but genuinely eager.

"Monday it is," Akira replied, his smile mirroring hers, his tone sincere and warm. "I'm looking forward to it."

They shared a moment of silent understanding, recognizing the meaningful step they had taken in their friendship. It was a small gesture – exchanging numbers – but it held the potential for so much more.

Miya headed towards the door, her steps light and carefree. Akira watched her leave, feeling a sense of contentment and hopeful anticipation for their future interactions. This chance meeting at Café Leblanc had grown into something unexpectedly significant for both of them.

"Take care," he called out softly, his voice imbued with a note of hope and expectancy for what was yet to come.

At the door, Miya turned back to offer Akira one last smile, a silent promise of the future conversations and laughter they would share. Then, she stepped out into the world, leaving behind a café that had become a place of new memories, newfound connections, and limitless possibilities.

As Miya walked away from Café Leblanc, the cool air outside sharply contrasted with the warmth she had felt inside. Her mind replayed the conversation with Akira, bringing a smile to her face. Pulling out her phone, she acted on impulse, typing a quick message to Akira. It read, "Thank you for the coffee and the chat! I'm really looking forward to Monday. Enjoy the rest of your day! 😊"

Back inside the café, Akira was immersed in his routine, his actions precise and deliberate. The post-lunch quietness provided a rare moment of reflection, his thoughts returning to Miya and the easy rapport they had shared.

His phone buzzed, interrupting his reverie. He paused, wiping his hands before retrieving the phone. The message from Miya brought an uncharacteristic warmth to his face. He stood there, formulating a reply, wanting to convey his thoughts just right. After a brief pause, he typed back, "It was my pleasure. I'm glad you enjoyed your time here. Looking forward to showing you around Shujin Academy. Have a wonderful day!"

Content, Akira slipped the phone back into his pocket, a subtle change in his demeanor. The mundane tasks of cleaning and organizing the café now carried a sense of anticipation. For the first time in a while, he felt genuine excitement about the future.

This was inspired by a Character.Ai. I'm not sure if I'll continue, but I enjoyed it nonetheless.

Here's Miya Saito :)

#persona 5 #short story #akira kurusu #character ai #fanfic #ren amamiya #persona #x oc

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