Hiiii!!! Can I Request Yusuke From Persona 5 With A Reader (somehow) Taller Than Him? And They Like,

hiiii!!! can i request Yusuke from Persona 5 with a reader (somehow) taller than him? and they like, LOOOVE to rest their head atop of his :D

Yusuke Kitagawa x Tall Reader

A/N- Ahhh thank you so much anon! thank you for requesting Yusuke i feel like he doesn't get enough love :(

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 317

Yusuke is FLUSTERED.

he thinks is adorable that your taller than him, and loves to rest his head on your shoulder or in the crook of your neck

he may be new to romance and relationships, but he is SHAMELESS.

when you rest your head on his he feels like his face will explode.

for a second he sits there, flustered, before returning the gesture and resting his head on your shoulder.

he loves it so much. it brings a certain sense of comfort to him, knowing that your there.

he will reach down and grab your hand, giving it a little squeeze.

the quiet little restaurant was nearly empty, the few people in there being you and Yusuke, and Ryuji, Ann, and Akira. It had been quite an eventful day.

you and Yusuke had known eachother since middle school, and the two of you had a strong friendship; one that quickly blossomed into love.

And never in the 4 years that you had known him, had you ever seen him so....dejected. You felt a pang in your heart. He deserved so much more, but here he was, having been lied to by one of the few people he trusted; The man he considered his father. He sat in his seat beside you, staring quietly at the table as your new friends chatted away. His eyes were dull, the deep prussian blue lacking its usual shine. You wanted to say so many things to him. But you knew it would be best to say all of that a different time. So you did the only other things you could think of to reassure him.

You scooched closer to him, intertwining your hands. he perked up a bit. You slowly leaned down, until your head was gently touching his, giving his hand a squeeze. he squeezed back, leaning his head into your shoulder, and as he spoke his voice was barley a whisper.

"Thank you, my love"

A Paint Brush

Yusuke Kitagawa x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of a toxic relationship(even though i wrote this i DO NOT support toxic relationships in anyway), but thats really all! enjoy!

Word count: 780

Y/n traced her hands over the tattoos that adorned her arms. There were only a couple of things, a pretty paint brush, a inari mask, and a little tattoo of food. They were pretty little things, beautifully made, and Y/n often spent time tracing them, running her fingers over the intricate designs admiring them. Her eyes often drifted to them when she was at her worst, when tears ran down her face, when she never thought she would meet her soulmate. They brought her more comfort than anything ever could, for some reason. 

On one particular day, she felt worse than ever, and she did what she always did. She looked at them. 

Her boyfriend had lied to her. Said they were soulmates. Made tattoos to look like the hobbies and things Y/n loved. And today she had found out that they weren’t meant to be. 

“Seriously, Akio? Why would you lie to me?” she cried, not even daring to look him in the eyes. Her legs were shaking, and she had attempted to control her breathing, but it was to no avail. 

“Because Y/n! I love you! You're all that I need!” he said, grabbing her arms, digging his nails into her wrists. Y/n was scared and sad, and she didn’t know what to do, so she did the only thing she could. She fought. She withered around his arms, flailing her legs, screaming- begging to be let free, for him to leave her alone, and finally after landing a blow on his shin, he dropped her, anger filling his face. And so she ran, faster than she ever had. 

And now she was in a park. Flower petals drifted around her as she sat on the bench with her legs tucked up against her chest. The tears had stopped, at least. She had to figure out the situation. Her boyfriend- ex boyfriend, had been crazy. She always knew that, but it had been manageable before. Now? She saw who she really was. And she wanted nothing to do with him. What had once been love, had quickly turned to something much different. 

She watched people pass late into the afternoon, sleep slowly taking over her, making her head heavier than it was before. But she knew she couldn’t sleep in public, she would be too vulnerable, so she moved to get up.

“Please! Go back to your original position! It was stunning…Extraordinary, even!” said a voice. She froze, moving her head to the side, to see a man, not much older looking than her. He was beautiful, stunning, even from a distance. 

“E-excuse me?” she stuttered, looking him in the eyes. She moved her eyes to look down at the things surrounding him, a paint kit, a pencil, and a canvas, along with some water. “Are you..drawing me?” she said, hesitantly. His eyes lit up, and he nodded.

“Of course! I couldn’t let such stunning beauty go to waste!” he said. His voice was deep, and his tone was formal, and something about it struck her in the heart. So she turned back into her original position, and he quickly got back to work. She hadn’t noticed the sounds of pencil before, but now it was prominent to her. She looked around. The park was quite a sight, flower petals flowing through the air, the scent of honey all around her. Her eyes drifted to her tattoos, as they often do. a pretty paint brush, a inari mask, and a little tattoo of food. They were so familiar to her, something she had known for her whole life. The pretty paint brush was her favorite. 

The paint brush.

She quickly turned her head over to the male sketching out her form, and she looked at the paint brush he had with his painting kit. They were the same. She tried to run it off as a coincidence, but the more she started at it, the more she felt she was right. So she stood up, much to the male's discontent, and sat down in front of him. 

“Your arm..can I see it?” she asked softly. He stared at her, confusion written all over his face, so she showed him her arm. 

a pretty paint brush, a inari mask, and a little tattoo of food. His eyes widened, big dark blue iris’s flashing in the light. He slowly pulled out his arm. 

A tattoo of your favourite things were there, decorating his pale smooth skin. You looked back up from his arm to his eyes. And he looked right back at you, his eyes full and content. Slowly a smile grew on his pretty face, as he took your hand, and placed a kiss against your knuckles.

For Him

Fyodor X Fem!Reader 

Warnings: Really bad angst, idk I tried

Word count: 843

There was something so electric about his eyes.

Whenever he looked you over you felt like lightning was striking through you to the very core, only to spread through your body and into your fingertips. But of course, there was nothing in his gaze unusual. No Love, no worry, no wanting. Just the same old cold calculating eyes as always. You may have liked to pretend there was something more to them, but you knew there never would be. 

You sat beside him, listening to him speak in his mother tongue, conversing with his white haired partner across from him. You could make out bits and pieces, ever since you and Fyodor started your relationship you had decided to learn. For him. Not that it mattered to him. 

You silently ate your food, the “date” you had set up for the two of you being interrupted by his white haired friend, Nikolai. Fyodor didn’t seem bothered in the slightest, he almost seemed happy with the interruption. You sighed as the two talked, moving the food around your plate with your fork. You couldn’t tell if you and Fyodor were anything. You cared for him so deeply, you tried so hard, hell you even tried to learn his home country's language for him. All for him. It hurt that he didn’t care, not in the slightest. You could feel your cheeks turning red in shame, you knew all along he was only with you because you could help him, because you could be of use to him. But you thought maybe, just maybe, if you tried your hardest, showed him how much you cared that he might start to feel the same. You cursed yourself for being so stupid. 

As you started to feel the tears build up behind your eyes. You excused yourself to go to the washroom, neither of them seeming to notice. It stung more than you thought it would. You rushed to the washroom, slamming the stall door shut, maybe harder than you should have. You brought your legs to your chest, letting the tears fall free, landing on your legs. You should have known he would never care. You were just a tool. Hiccups started to break free, and you tried to quiet down. The last thing you wanted was for someone, him, to hear you. After minutes passed you started to slow your breathing, and started to calm down. You stood up and walked out of the stall, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your face was red, but maybe he wouldn’t notice, the same way he didn’t notice earlier. 

You walked out into the restaurant, searching for your table. You arrived. But they were gone, all traces of their existence at the table as well. The only thing left there was the bill. The lonely piece of paper, the price more expensive than you thought. You held back more tears as you went to pay, and quickly headed back home. You wondered if you would be able to face Fyodor. 

As you walked through the door you prayed he would be gone, out with Nikolai, or busy with work. You quickly and quietly walked into your bedroom, and pried off your jacket, tossing it to the ground. You crawled under the blankets, the tears and hiccups picking up right where they left off, pouring down your cheeks like never before. Your head hurt, but the most notable pain was the one in your chest. Not a pain really, more of an ache. One that throbbed and caused the tears to flow harder and harder, until you thought you would choke. One that felt like shattering glass piercing your very soul. You cried so hard you couldn’t hear the footsteps. 

A hand placed itself on your shoulder, causing you to jump. The blanket was pulled from you, revealing the last face you wanted to see, the one that caused all of the pain you had felt. 

Fyodor lifted you up, placing your head against his chest. You cried harder, hiccups intensifying, and you felt as if you would drown, either in pain or your own tears. 

“Fyodor…?” you called, once you had calmed down enough to speak.

“Yes?” he answered. 

“You don’t really love me, do you?” you asked, pain evident in the pleading look in your eyes, and the crack in your voice. 

“Of course I do, love,” he said, smiling. His smile didn’t reach his eyes, those electric eyes. The ones that always made your knees weak, the ones that made you feel so euphoric. The ones that would never hold any love, only cold emptiness.  But you didn’t care. At least he tried to make it sound like he did love you. Like he desired you. You would let him lie to you. Even if it hurt, even if he didn’t truly mean it, even if he would never understand how much you cared. Because he could use you. And you would do anything for him.

GYCIGYUJAGWJQ TYSMMM FOR DOING MY SILLES RQS

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