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𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

Fandom(s): Persona 5

P5 Protagonist/Joker x Fem Reader

P5 Protagonist/Joker x Sumire|Kasumi Yoshizawa/Violet

Summary: Sumire knew that she was only fooling herself from seeing the truth. Again.

One-shot

Content: Romance, unrequited love, unrequited crush, unrequited pining, angst, heartbreak, P5 Royal spoilers, established relationship, jealousy, unhappy ending.

Warnings: None.

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Sumire realized she fell in love with him after the events of Maruki’s palace when she came back to the realization of who she was, and what she was doing. It was just her, Joker, Crow, and you. You and the boys were able to defect against Maruki’s false reality, working together to change his heart and bring everything to normal. When that had gone sideways, leading to the truth of Sumire’s cognition being to parade around as her elder twin sister, Kasumi, her kidnapping by Maruki, her rescue, and her adjusting to being herself again after months of assuming a different identity.

She always thought you made a balanced trio. Joker and Crow always did have a rivalry that would never go away, but you’d be the one to mediate and dissolve any conflict between them. Sumire envied the maturity you had, how you knew how to handle people and situations while being such a capable fighter. In full honesty you both got along fairly well, but there seemed to be some tension between you that the redhead knew only existed because of her. And she had a feeling you were aware of that.

Akechi had also sensed it, watching your interactions. It was a skill of his, after all, he is a detective. Sumire could never tell with Akira, he always tended to keep a straight face all the time. Even when he told dry jokes and sarcastic remarks, never once did he crack.

”Th-Thank you, Joker.” Sumire says, back when she still called herself Kasumi, face flushed behind her mask as the noiret swooped in and pulled her away from a Shadow’s attack. Though that suddenly brought him to accidentally carrying her bridal style.

Joker responded with a nod to her. There was a warm feeling in her chest as she basked in the sensation of what it would be like to be in his arms.

”We need to get moving.” you cut in, tone empty as you walked, more like marched, passed them. Never once looking in their direction.

”I agree,” Crow voices as he followed after you. He gave Joker and Violet a side eye as he did.

The redhead turned to see the noiret’s gaze focusing on you. He immediately let her down, unexpectedly a bit rough, which startled her.

”Sorry about that.” he apologized before going after you and Crow. He knew that the young detective liked to rub him in when he could. And that included you when jealousy happened.

Violet was quiet as she trailed after the three of you. Watching how Joker’s hand reached and grasped the end of your sleeve. Not intertwining hands, but an action showing his reassurance in a gentle and slow way.

Violet hated how unnerved she felt when she saw you let Joker come closer as you both walked.

It was different with you. Akira’s expression would melt into a softer, more fonder look when you were in his sight. She could see it in the way you both fought together, the grace and strength shared between you as you took down Shadows. How he’d reach out for you in case there was any danger. And the time when the gymnast saw him kiss the back of your hand like a gentleman. Rubbing a red gloved thumb over your knuckles as he stared at you like you were all that mattered.

Sumire wanted to believe that it was all because of his alter ego, where the typical quiet and level headed Akira turned into the bold and charismatic Joker of the Phantom Thieves. She felt a connection with him when they began their friendship during the school cleanup. Akira was kind when talking to her, helping her fend off against a man who didn’t take no for an answer, who wanted to learn some gymnastic tricks, who would hear her out when she needed it, who cared even if she wasn’t her twin sister, Kasumi. Just plain ordinary Sumire Yoshizawa who loved Akira Kurusu, and she was only fooling herself to thinking that maybe a small part of him reciprocated her feelings.

”Are you alright, Sumire?” Akira asked, tilting his head at her. He was still in his green apron, working alone at Leblanc. The place wasn’t really busy, only Sumire who sat at the counter as a customer.

“Oh, I’m fine Senpai!” she brushed off quickly. “I was just lost in thought is all!”

He lets out a nod in response, going over to dry some of the mugs. She found it nice to see him work.

”Hey Joker!” Morgana called out, coming down the stairs. “Lady (Y/N) left a text for you.”

The noiret turns his head to the feline, stopping his task. “What’d she say?”

”She wanted to know if your study date is still on.” answered Morgana as he leaped onto the counter.

”Then I’ll let her know.” says Akira before looking to Sumire. “Do you mind watching the café for a second? There aren’t any customers right now but just in case…”

”It’s no trouble at all!” the young gymnast replied, shaking her head. “I’d be happy to.”

“Thanks.” he voiced appreciatively, going up the steps.

”Young love, right?” the black cat spoke to her while staring at the staircase. “I swear this guy is ridiculously whipped. You should see him when he calls her. He gets that dopey smile on his face.”

”Ah…” Sumire trails off, a wavered grin spreading her lips. “They fit together, don’t they?”

”You have no idea.” Morgana sighed out, tired of always being the one to see the sappiness of your relationship.

Sumire’s chest feels tight, causing her hand to go over it, gripping the fabric of her shirt.

When the redhead found out she was falling for the leader of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts, it made her try to act braver with her actions, hoping he’d pick up on it. But she knew it was pointless when all he saw was you. Who easily touched Akira like second nature, holding hands, caressing his arm, standing side by side. And he did the same, wrapping an arm around your waist when a Shadow went to strike you, how open and comfortable he was with talking to you. He showed a more bolder part of himself, flirting and giving you more of his attention.

When Sumire was in her thief getup, she almost thought she saw his eyes trail over her thighs, bare from the black leotard and boots. It made her flush when she thought about it.

She wasn’t really one of them, a member of his group. Though she was always welcomed to help them out. Violet had a fluttery sensation in her chest when she noticed how much she and Joker matched in their outfits: three long black tailcoats, red gloves, reverse coloured masks. She wondered if that was such a coincidence.

Then she’d see you and realize it wasn’t just them. Your attire complimented well with his just as much as hers. Sumire remembers how Ann would tease how you and Akira were like a couple. Ryuji would join in, and Haru would fawn over how you behaved as one. Sumire wanted to consider it all playful banter, however the tightness in her chest said otherwise. Sumire suddenly felt a spike of knots in her stomach when thinking of you. You, who stood confidently and unwaveringly at her Senpai’s side. The upperclassman who gave her his nonjudgemental attention, who mundanely encouraged her with the same words to cheer her up over her so called ‘funk’ throughout their hangouts. The person she deceived the most when parading around as her sister. Even now, Sumire showed no interest in forming any attachments with his friends; especially you, his girlfriend, outside the Metaverse. She would be lying if she said you and his team were company she wanted to be around. When all the first-year really wanted was his focus to be solely on her.

She soon came to finally understanding what it was that she felt towards you. Resentment. Loathing. Jealousy. Bitterness. It shocked her to say the least, but deep in her gut she knew it made sense. Whether it was playing as the perky and bold Kasumi or the attention-seeking and meek, yet real Sumire, her hatred for you was true. And for the Persona-user of Cinderella of all people, the redhead was far from sweet and innocent as she behaved who was unluckily mistreated by those around her.

Sumire wore a mask to hide as Cinderella did when she attended the ball to meet her prince. No body was ever personally cruel to the gymnast, her parents were kind and good to her, her sister was just being the natural tender older sibling. Taking the lead in choosing her clothes and everything else because Sumire let her. But the redhead despised it all deep down.

She felt unsatisfied, unsatisfied with what she had and wanted more for herself. To be in the spotlight, standing 1st place as she waved to the crowd, for her classmates to shower her in praises for her hard work, for her parents’ to have their breaths taken away with her performances. And out of all of them, to have Kasumi be sidelined for once in her life so she could see that her little sister could be above her in the passion they shared.

No one in Sumire’s personal life treated her less, but she turned it as such to settle her greed and inferiority complex. So it might quench the possible guilt she might feel as it grew into something she couldn’t pretend didn’t exist. It caused her to go through a muddle of confusion. Was she really remorseful for the twin she loved or… for being the cause of her death..? Did she even love her enough when she was still here?

During the time Kasumi lived all Sumire could feel was envy and spite. And maybe even now after Maruki’s Palace disappeared when the Phantom Thieves’ were victorious, it hadn’t gone away. Just like her hidden grudge against you. Honestly, Sumire was seriously surprised that she didn’t have her own Palace, even more so when Akechi suspected her to be the final Palace Ruler instead of Maruki. That had to all be because of her being under the counselor’s influence, right..?

Going to the park, she learned the hard truth. The first-year was frozen in place when she saw Akira lean down to you, a deep kiss shared between you. You had one hand tangled in his messy black locks, the other over his neck. While his was around your waist, the other on the small of your back.

Sumire felt like she couldn’t move, her heart seemed to plummet to the ground. Luckily, she was not in both of your lines of vision. Things would’ve been more awkward if she was. The redhead was close enough to where she could hear the words Akira was saying to you.

”I love you, Treasure.” the noiret said, voice entirely sincere as his face was inches away from yours. With him pushing a strand of hair away from your face.

The pet name struck a hit to Sumire. How funny was that, a thief who steals Treasures in the Metaverse calling a lover that. That proved how much Akira felt for you.

A giggle escapes you as he nudges his nose against yours. “Always a charmer, huh?”

”Only for you.” he grins.

Finally, Sumire’s body was able to move, and she didn’t hesitate to run off in her previous direction. Who was she kidding? She never stood a chance, and she felt horrible that she was trying to push you apart when you’ve loved each other before she even came into the picture.

Once Sumire had stopped, she rested her hands on her knees as she panted. “Why do I keep doing that?” she whispers to herself. “Wanting something that isn’t mine to take…”

First Kasumi’s spotlight, now Akira himself? Sumire put her hands to her face, feeling her eyes water and her breathing hitch. Her heart sinking and turning as she thought back to the memory of you two. All the signs were there, yet she chose to blindly ignore them all, just like with Kasumi, her coach, her parents, everyone from her life. You didn’t deserve to be hurt all because she was greedy and selfish and petty. She really had it coming, so the throbbing ache in her heart was fitting for trying to steal Akira from you. And Sumire has to come to terms with the fact that he’ll never love her the way he does for you and the way she does him.

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (𝐕𝐈)

SERIES ONESHOTS

Wicked

Damn, The Delivery Boy

Edge

Angel In The Darkness

Hands On Learning

When Opposites Attract

I Don’t Like A Gold Rush

The Sadness Of Things

Naughty Pictures

Endgame

Tastes So Good

Spots

Drown In Your Body

Falling

30-Love

Navy Blue

Sanity

The Habits Of A Broken Heart

Cockblocked

Dotti

How Can I Help You Sir?

Oops

You Belong With Me

Soaked N’ Slipped

The Art Of Boxing

Too Much, Too Little

The Present

Crescent Bound

Piss Off Your Parents

Tinkerbell

The cold air of winter seeps into me, the chill spreading through me. 

Even then, the thought of you leaving gives me cold feet.

I'm thinking of you again

Your warm touch on my skin

The way your hand completely envelops mine

Your hugs

Your eyes

Your hands

I've forgotten other things

How you smell

Your smirk that was reserved just for me

The way your knuckles brushed against mine

I cannot remember how you feel against me anymore

I am trying to move on

And I'm trying to be a person that makes you proud

But fuck, Alex, I'd be lying if I said I didn't love you anymore

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For the love sick fuckers out there that are missing someone, I'm right there with you. Thank you for being my everything Alex. Maybe we'll meet again soon

And this just fits the vibe right now

A Cold Winter Night (Tokoyami x Reader)

Pairing: F. Tokoyami

Warnings: Pinning ig, just cute fluff really Words:620 Requested By: @crushonkatsuki and @feelinpeachyken Request:  

Hello, dunno if you are taking requests or not. but, if you are, may i have a random soft Tokoyami (x reader). I mean, I read doesnt hurt pt. 1-3 and I'm feeling soft. thanks!

Could we get another part of the "Doesn't Hurt" series? I need more of MC and Tokoyami living happily ever after!

Thanks for the request! I will always be down to write fluff, but I can’t help but throw a little pain in there special just for you <3 I’m glad you liked Doesn’t Hurt! It means a lot, and I really appreciate the interaction xoxo

       “I think you’re being a little over-dramatic,” Y/n rolled her eyes, and a soft smile grew on her face. Looking into her boyfriends dorm room, a stack of twenty-three blankets piled on his bed caught her eye.

“Is wanting to avoid frostbite overdramatic to you?” Tokoyami had questioned, happily re-arranging his bed into a nest-like appearance big enough for both of them.

“Depends,” she hopped onto the bed, bouncing up and down before her weight was supported by the cheap school-mandated bed frame, “are you outside? How cold is it? And are you in the arctic; because, otherwise I think you’re being a little itty bitty bit overzealous?”

Fumikage made a small noise of displeasure at her shifting the bed arrangement, and he went back to fixing the covers as he said, “You’re just lucky I love you enough to rescue you from that frozen balcony of yours,” 

“Jokes on you, I like freezing on my balcony,” She winked at him, a sense of validation falling on her once her boyfriend snorted at her snarky remarks. 

“You’re ridiculous, y’know that, right?”

“Oh, of course, it takes a lot of work to be this perfect,” she moved over so Fumikage would have enough room to sit beside her, back cushioned by a wall of pillows.

“It works for you,” he smiled, pulling his laptop onto his lap- tilting it so there would be no glare from Y/n’s angle. 

“What does?” She asked, shifting closer to his body heat.

“Perfection,”

A small blush and quaint smile pulled on her lips as she softly placed her head on his shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut. “You’re such a dork, just start the movie,”

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As the night went on, Fumikage found Y/n nestled happily in the warmth of his make-shift nest of blankets and pillows.

The soft glow of his laptop screen illuminated her face- he couldn’t help but wonder how he got so lucky. She truly is the epitome of perfection; Y/n is beautiful on the outside, but it was the golden glow of her heart that drew him in.

Her kind smile, the gentle touch of her hand when she comforted him, her never ending support on all his ventures; how she came to settle for him was beyond what Tokoyami could comprehend. Whatever deity was out there definitely did him a favor.

His feathers ruffled up as she nestled her face into the crook of his neck, it tickled but Y/n was the cutest person to ever exist. He gave her a soft peck on the forehead and rested his chin on the top of her head. 

Y/n smiled so softly it would be impossible to see unless it was actively searched for. It was clear to everyone that they were to impossibly in love with each other, they were twin flames- made for each other in every possible way. Like two pieces of a puzzle their hands were molded for each other, and every night Y/n’s soulmate went to sleep wishing he was the one sleeping next to her.

Every night, just a wall away, he fell asleep hearing them speak so softly to each other, just imagining she was with him instead of Tokoyami. Every night he lays wondering where he went wrong, why she never even looked his way. Shoto thought he would never fall in love, but, as soon as he did, he realized he was too late.

She was a beautiful angel who would never be with him, and the worst thing was that he was happy for her. At least he knew she would fall asleep with a smile on her face every night- it just hurt that it wasn’t him that put it there.