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i loved the Yusuke and talk reader!!!!!

Do you mind if i request another for Yusuke???

If not, Yusuke w a reader/ S/O who started to make him lunches after noticing he hasn’t been eating much after the Madarame incident </3 poor boy :’[

Yusuke x Reader who makes lunches for him

A/N: this is so cute!! Thank you so much for requesting!!

Warnings: a little bit of talk about trouble eating, nothing to major though.

Wordcount: 469

the first time you give him one, he feels so special

even when he was with Madarame, Yusuke was the one feeding himself

the fact that you would put so much effort in to making sure he was eating made him so happy

he sits there with a small smile, his cheeks dusted in pink

After the Madarame incident, Yusuke really started to struggle with food because he no longer had someone to provide for him. he was also having trouble figuring out if he should spend his little money on art supplies or food, which caused his situation to get even worse

the fact that you noticed makes his heart feel like its about to burst, in the nicest way possible :)

It had been a week since Madarame had turned himself in. You knew Yusuke was taking it terribly. You could tell. Its not like it was hard to see.

he seemed paler than usual, and his eye bags were deeper, darker. He seemed tired. Even when he was at school he was different. Usually he was so full of enthusiasm, eager to cover a blank canvas in colour and give it life. Now he sat on his wooden chair, his eyes just as blank as the canvas. You had tried to talk to him many times, tried to tell him you were always there, that he could always talk to you; but he would blow you off, saying things like "Im fine. you need not worry, my love". But you knew him better than that.

which is what leaded you to where you are now. You glance at the clock. Its 11 pm. you know you should sleep, but what's one sleepless night in comparison to all that Yusuke as gone through? sleep could wait.

a blue plastic bento box sat Infront of you, filled with various snacks and foods you new he enjoyed. As long as it took you to make everything, it was a lot of fun to make everything look cute.

the only part you were nervous for, was giving it to him.

The morning passes by in a blur, and soon enough, its time to give Yusuke his gift. You place yourself infront of his desk.

he looks up at you, eyes curious. you slowly pull out the bento box, before placing it on your side of the desk, then slowly sliding it over to his side.

"W-whats this?" he asks, eyes wide. as soon as he opens it he's met with a delicious sent, one that brings a smile to his face.

His cheeks are red, and his smile is large, larger than you've seen it in weeks. he reaches for your hand and gives it a squeeze.

"I love you, Yusuke." You whisper, squeezing his hand back.

"I love you more, darling" he whispers back.

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"

7IYUDTDHYIGF TYSM FOR DOING MY RQ FOR CHIBI i hope you dont mind me rq again 😭 then pls ignore this rq

can you let Akira and Akechi react to chibi of there s/o ? like the sec s/o see her chibi self she squished the holy spirited out of the chibi she will also coy with it and how cute the two chibis of themself are also lovers and Naver be separated form each other like them

oh, one of the chibi lovers was up in a shelf the if they fall they may damage themself ? now you have two chibis in a danger high place

if you ever separated them they will only sulk until they are in back again

Chibi Part 2

Part 1

A/N: Thank you so much for the cute request!! i love it so much! sorry Akira's is so long :(

Characters: Goro Akechi & Akira Kurusu

Warnings: None!!

Word count: 407

Goro Akechi~

the moment he sees the chibi version of you he is blushing like crazy

he is so over loaded by cuteness that he kinda shuts down for a second

he blushes harder when he sees you playing around with your chibi self and squeezing your chibi self

he just wants to hold the chibi you in his arms and kiss it the same way you did with Chibi Akechi :)

He could barley hold back when he saw the tiny little version of you. you were so cute, with you squishy little cheeks and tiny little hands, and your cute smile and-

He took in a deep breath, his hands fists.

The moment you picked the Chibi version of yourself into your arms and starting messing around with its hair, he felt like his heart was going to burst.

But the more he looked at it, the more he noticed something...

it looked sad. Lonely.

he slowly turned to look up on the shelf where the small version of him sat. it looked back at him with a pout on its small face. Akechi glared at it, but still took it down from the shelf, before walking over to you to reunite the two chibis.

Both Chibi's broke out in adorable smiles, You couldn't help but giggle as the two little versions ran around hugging one another and pressing kisses to eachother.

Akira Kurusu~

This guy has chibi version of you in his arms before you know what's going on

he's pressing kisses to the chibi you's head and squeezing you, and your holding onto the little version of him

when he also sees that the two chibi's are in love HE NEARLY PASSES OUT ITS SO CUTE

blushing SO HARD

The two Chibi's sat on the ground infront of you and Akira, hugging on another tightly. Akira's smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. he reaches out to pet the chibi you's head, and quickly picks it up, making Chibi Akira pout. You lift the Chibi Akira up into your arms, swinging him around a bit, pressing kisses to its forehead.

Akira can't help but blush at the sight. he looks back to the small version of you. it has his shirt balled up in its hands, and it sits there smiling at him so brightly he thinks his heart may stop working.

he presses soft kisses to the chibi you's head, causing it to somehow smile even brighter than before.

Cherry Red

Vampire!Light Yagami X Reader

Warnings: None! (some descriptions of teeth on skin, and hands on skin, but nothing warning worthy)

Word Count: 795

The moonlight shone through the window, thin white curtains doing little to block it out. Wind blew in coldly, a shiver running up your spine. The clouds hovered around the moon, bringing the smell of rain - perhaps snow even - with them. You assumed it would be cold in the days to come, inside and out, but at the moment that didn’t bother you. Not in the slightest.

Not when a pair of hands held your waist tightly, holding you in place. Your hands were wrapped around the head and back of your lover, Light, holding him close as he pressed soft kisses to your neck. To you, he was perfect. Lovely and charming, and oh so amazing at filling your stomach with butterflies.

To him however, you were so much more. Sure you were lovely and pretty, but you were so, so much more. You were intoxicating. He could smell your blood, its sweet scent corrupting every sense of his, pushing his limits. He loved how your scent burned his nose, filling his mind with the temptation to bite down on your smooth pretty little neck, and he fought to contain himself, to keep his urges under control. But he could only hold back so much.

You gasped at the feeling of his sharp canines on your neck, right at the base of your collar bone. He wasn’t pressing down hard enough to break the skin, not even close, but you could feel them pricking your skin, Light’s grip on you tightening. You could feel his fingers pressing crescents into the plush skin of your almost bare hips, and suddenly his weight on you seemed much heavier than before. Your body tensed.

You were scared - no uneasy. You weren’t scared per say, but you knew all that Light was. All that he was capable of. And while you loved him, you couldn’t help the panicky feeling that was quick to spread through your body.

He was a predator. He was a beast made of metal, built to hunt and kill, and although you knew he would never kill you out of choice, you could never be sure of what would happen if he were to lose control of the creature inside him. He felt your tense body and quickly released you. He rolled off the bed, fleeing to the corner of the room. He was shrouded in the shadows, the place in which he stood the only place moonlight couldn’t reach.

His eyes slowly opened, red iris glowing in the dim lighting. You could see the guilt in his eyes, the fear of overstepping a boundary constant in his mind. He knew that you saw him for what he was. A vampire. A creature - a killer.

You bit your lip, guilt filling you up. You hadn’t meant to tense up as bad as you did. You could see light shake his head. “I- I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.. I shouldn’t even be here!” you could hear the turmoil in his voice. “If only you knew what you did to me..” he said, placing his head in his hand. You called his name, once, twice, you voice a soft echo through your room. He looked at you, eyes hard. The soft cherry red of his eyes had shifted into a colder colour, one similar to that of blood. You forced the shiver in your spine to go away.

You softly patted the spot on the bed beside you, your soft silky night shirt flowing around you like water. He opened his mouth to speak, but you shook your head, denying anything he had to say, before patting the bed again. Slowly you could see the human part of him win his mental fight, and he stepped slightly closer to your bed, his eyes on you. They had turned back to the soft colour you adored, the one that had brought you so much comfort.

It was like taming a beast, one that was strong and deadly, one that could kill you, but one that was still weak to the softness of romance, of having someone to care for you. Slowly he crawled onto the bed, moving closer to you, eyes strong and unblinking. He moved his face close to yours, eyes boring into yours. You moved your face closer to his, before pressing your lips softly but firmly against his, his eyes finally closing.

He nuzzled his head into your neck, pressing soft kisses once again as he had before.

Over the time of knowing Light you grew to understand one thing about him. Vampires were seen as monsters. Predators who would kill everyone for a taste of blood. Light was no monster. At least, not with you.

Love, You Say?

Fyodor X Goddess!Fem!Reader

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 346

You stood in front of Fyodor, your eyes studying. You had never understood love, or the way that it controlled people as it did. The way it could break a person's pride or bend a person's will, or even move people to do unimaginable things. So when the man before you explained to you that he felt this way, that he cared so much he would devote his very life to you, you weren’t sure how to respond. You looked him over again, taking him in. his purple eyes and raven black hair. You had to admit, he was quite good looking. You moved closer to him, placing your smooth hand on his pale face. He stood quite a bit taller than you, so you moved your head up to look into his eyes. He looked down at you, eyes filled with something that softened the hard edge of his eyes. “Fyodor, explain to me. What is it you love about me?” you asked, voice hushed as you spoke to him, hand resting on his cheek. He gulped, his adam's apple bobbing. He looked for a second as if he was lost for words, but the look disappeared quickly as he opened his mouth to speak. “I love you because you are not human. You are something much greater. Something much more beautiful. Something much more perfect.” he said. You looked in his eyes, and whilst his words were full of praise his eyes held an affection for you that was greater than the words he spoke. A small smile broke out on your face, your eyes never looking away from his deep plum toned eyes. There was something slightly different about this man. You had seen first hand all he was willing to do for you. For your cause. You moved your hand down to rest on his forearm. Love, hmm? Perhaps you were willing to let this man love you. Let him risk his pride and life for you, and give you everything he could. That wouldn’t be so bad, right?

seeds of doubt

ft. dazai, chuuya, fyodor

summary — you don't feel like you’re good enough for them

contents — they comfort you when you’re feeling insecure about your relationship, sfw !!

notes — my other dazai wip is taking a while, so i decided to finish this one! i started it a few wks ago but since i’ve been feeling a lil down lately, i decided it was time for a comfort piece!

₊˚⊹♡ DAZAI

when you'd come home from work that evening, dazai had already known something was wrong. your usually bright smile didn't quite reach your eyes, your shoulders slumping the moment you crossed the threshold of your home.

dazai hadn't pushed you, but he had drawn you up tight in his arms, held you close when you breathed heavily into his shoulder, releasing all the tension in your body. his fingertips were soothing along your neck, massaging small, relaxing circles.

for the past hour, though it was nearing dinnertime, you'd found yourself buried in blankets, so warmly entangled with him, even when all of your hypercritical thoughts threatened to chill you to the core.

dazai spoke to you softly, asking you questions about your day for a while, ones that you refused to answer. you kept your eyes glued to the screen, watching mindlessly as a movie played, one that neither of you were paying any attention to.

that continued on for as long as he could stand it.

finally, with a sigh, dazai paused the film. he shifted, turning so that you were both face to face, his long limbs twisting around your own. limbs that were always so solid and warm, despite the iciness of his hands.

"kunikida told me what you said."

hesitantly, you stared back with wide eyes, jaw clenching. already, you knew what dazai was talking about. it was something that you'd told kunikida in confidence, because of all the members of the agency, you'd been certain that he was the least likely to spill your true feelings.

you stared back at him blankly, your shoulders stiffening. "hm? we talked a lot today. i'm not sure i know—"

though you pretended not to remember, dazai didn't let you run away from the question.

his lips fell into a frown, unamused. he drew your name out on an exhale, before running his palm over your cheek, across your chin, dipping his fingers into your hair. "don't bother. he's already mad enough at himself for telling me, but he hated how upset you were about it."

"osamu," you began. "i don't—"

"why did you tell him that you think you're not good enough for me?"

the seriousness in his deep brown eyes was so different than his usual playfulness, and you almost withdrew from them, curving deeper into yourself.

though, alongside the stoicism of his expression was something so melancholy, you found yourself offering your unfiltered emotions instead.

a long pause ensued. you breathed.

"because it's true," you finally whispered, your words wispy. "i'm not good enough for you, osamu." you swallowed when his face fell even further. "you're so smart, so handsome. you make me laugh all the time." your eyes grew hot as you felt tears at the edges of them. "i'm so plain compared to you."

"plain?" he repeated back, so wildly upset that you found yourself at a loss for words. "how can you say that, any of that, when i'm the one that's not good enough for you?"

despite yourself, you cracked a smile at his overzealous need to change the narrative. "don't say that just to make me feel better.”

"i'm not.” he frowned, his lips puckering as he held your cheeks, elongating each of the letters. "you're beautiful. inside and out. in a way that i can never be." he kissed the tip of your nose, smiling as you swatting him away. "i'm certainly not funny to everyone, either. i make you laugh only because i love you, and i want to see you smile." he kissed you between the eyebrows, then, this time laughing when the skin wrinkled there. "and i'm smart because i have to be, because i don't want to see the people i care about get hurt if i can do something to stop it." his expression softened at your glossy eyes, the way you slowly melted under his touch.

you let the words sink in, each one slowly chipping away at the doubt that had clouded you. dazai had never looked at you with anything but adoration in his eyes, something he spared for you and you alone, even when you felt unworthy of it.

"you could have anyone you wanted, osamu,” you said, the honest truth twisting something deep within you. “anyone at all.”

"funny," he said, tilting his head as he studied you carefully. "i've always thought the same thing about you."

₊˚⊹♡ CHUUYA

“i’m home,” you heard chuuya shout down the hall. he was always careful to alert you of his presence every time he returned, never wanting you to fear that his enemies had found his home, leaving you vulnerable.

you sniffed, some form of acknowledgement as you swirled the alcohol in the glass, pouring it down your throat. it burned on the way down, a buzz already at the edge of your mind, your thoughts slowing as you it sank into your bloodstream.

chuuya didn’t say anything more as he came into the room, kicking off his shoes and hanging up his hat and coat. there was a healed cut running down his left arm, a cluster of bruises on his left.

even though he’d gone on a dangerous mission earlier, he’d come home relatively unscathed.

despite your endless relief, it only did more to fuel your insecurities, the knowledge that compared to all his infinite glory, you were a lackluster, powerless no one.

you poured another glass, unbeknownst to the fact that chuuya was speaking to you at all.

“what?” you turned, the word slurring; you weren’t even sure what set of syllables had left your lips at all.

chuuya made a face as your head plopped down on the table, your eyes red from the tears you'd expelled. “is something wrong? it’s a little early for this, isn’t it?”

you stared at him, and though he was amused, you turned away, feeling the sour emotion of doubt lodge deep in your chest. “no,” you said in a small voice, turning away from chuuya.

he paused for a moment, his expression sobering before he took the seat next to you. chuuya held out a gloved hand, one that you could only see from your peripheral vision. “you expect me to believe that?”

“nothing’s wrong, chuuya,” you muttered, as sharply as you could in your current state. your arm grew numb under the weight of your head, throat sore from your earlier sobs. “i’m fine.”

chuuya sighed and took the bottle from you. even as you protested, every inch of his expression was so caring and delicate.

“that’s how i know you’re not fine.” he ran a hand over your hair, flattening it as you looked up at him from under wet eyelashes. “please tell me what’s wrong. i don’t like to see you sad, baby.”

though you wanted desperately to keep your mouth shut, you were too drunk to hold in the words. you leaned into his touch, letting the tears roll down your cheeks once more as panic grew in chuuya's eyes.

“i just think you deserve someone better than me, chuuya."

his brow wrinkled, and he blinked twice before shaking his head, puzzled. “what?”

you buried your head further into your forearms, unable to look at him any longer. despite your embarrassment, your lips didn't stop moving, releasing every little secret you'd bottled up since you'd met him

“you deserve someone you don’t have to worry about every time you’re away." you swallowed. "i’m not strong like you, chuuya, i don’t have any special ability that can save me from enemies." you thought of all the people he worked with, all of the ability users in the city that could compliment him so perfectly. "someone out there is a perfect match for you… i just don't think it's me.” you looked back at him, with teary, red eyes, right into his own sullen ones.

he scoffed, but his expression was gentle, open, fingers curling delicately around your wrist. "well, you're certainly wrong about that."

you curled yourself into a ball, resisting him, looking down at his knees instead of his eyes.

“none of that matters to me. i love you just the way you are. even if you were the strongest in the whole world, i'd still do everything in my power to keep you safe.”

you rubbed your cheeks, frowning as chuuya began reeling you in, grabbing you by the wrist to tug you onto his lap. “chuuya..." you said, hesitating as he planted you on his thighs, lips pulled tight in complete sincerity as he spoke his next words.

“i don’t care about anyone else. they could have all the power in the world, and it wouldn’t matter because they wouldn’t be you." he held you steady, one hand on your hip as he let the other caress your cheek gently. "i'll never want anyone else, okay?"

you nodded, though the sadness didn't dispel so easily from your face.

chuuya sighed, offering you as much of a smile as he could, even though he knew it wouldn't be a magic solution to cheer you up. "i'll remind you every day if i have to."

₊˚⊹♡ FYODOR

your hands curled in the water, tracing patterns throughout the soap and bubbles as your thoughts consumed you. it was just after midnight, but you'd woken up alone in your bed, full of thoughts that seemed determined to convince you that you'd never be enough.

though you'd gotten better at dispelling those dismal emotions, they dug their claws in deep this time. you'd crawled out of the cold sheets and drawn yourself a bath, hopeful that it would clear your mind.

fyodor had disappeared, and you weren't sure if he was in another room or if he had left your home completely.

it was quiet, but that told you little; he was always so silent, sneaking up on you with footsteps that never made a sound.

the door creaked open not a moment later, as if he had heard your thoughts. you didn't look over at him, but he sat beside the tub, his slender fingers curling over the porcelain.

"is everything alright?" he asked, his voice soft in the dim bathroom, illuminated only by candles and moonlight. "it's late."

you hummed, and contemplated voicing your thoughts at all. but you were half asleep, drowsy, and it didn't seem to matter what you said. the feelings would still be there, whether you voiced them or not.

still, you hesitated. "am i enough for you?"

you spared him a glance, and his eyes were wide, surprised by your simple question. a brief pause, before he answered, almost gently. "have i made you feel that you are not?"

you leaned your head against the edge of the tub, staring at the ceiling, the cracks in the paint, the uneven texture.

"i sometimes wonder if i'm just a hindrance to your plans." you breathed, thoughtful as he waited for you to finish. "i feel that maybe you'd be better off without me."

fyodor said nothing as you laid in the water, the temperature dropping with each passing minute. quietly, he discarded his clothes, keeping his eyes on you as he climbed into the tub to sit across from you.

he whispered your name once, but you remained silent, breathing in and out, trying to calm your mind.

"would you look at me?” fyodor asked, and the softness in his words was enough.

you sat up, pulling your legs closer to make space for him, even though he held your calf, drew himself towards you instead.

"you know that i do not make decisions lightly, and yet, i decided to share my heart and soul with you." he caressed your knee before letting his hand fall into the water, tracing patterns around your shin. you shivered. "do you really think i would have devoted my time to you if i ever intended on letting you go? if i didn't need you?"

"i know." you frowned, fully aware that it was true, to the deepest part of your soul. still, there was an ache in your mind, one that wouldn’t just go away with his pretty words. "but i can't help the way i sometimes feel."

fyodor smiled, his eyes crinkling ever so slightly at the corners. "i know," he said, and when he had you close, he dipped his head to kiss your bare shoulder. "but you do not need to hide that from me. i am here for you, always." he squeezed your hand. "i apologize if i am not always the best at showing that."

his touch was cold in the exposed bathroom air. "and when you achieve your goals, what will become of me? will you dispose of me, along with everyone else who stops being of used to you?"

"of course not." a laugh escaped him, like your question was unfathomable. "even then, you will be right by my side." he held your jaw tenderly as he forced you to look deep into his eyes. "you are mine forever, don't you understand? just as i am yours.”

dash is a teensy bit dead rn, but i want to let this one go so i can focus on my other wips <3. this was so nice to write though :))