When the author says it's a casual fluff but once she side the plot was big and now you staring to daydreaming about that character and now your too hopeless to be saved:
Omg why did this Small scrolling on ur blog making me simp again over a character I got raid of it long time ago đđđđ
Old habits die hard!!!
Perhaps Iâll write about him soon, or just make a part two!!!
Hello! Can I request for Akira(persona5) with a popular FEM reader? And could you do a love at first sight scenario type of stuffđ. Thank you and please have a nice dayâ¨
No cuz Iâm a sucker for a loserxpopular story
Not proofread
Small drabble :3
Akira was drawn to you when he first saw your page pop up on his recommendations.
And you went to his school.
How lovely!
He would sometimes see you at lunch too! With your friends at your table talking about how your AP teacher assigned some random essay or upcoming events. With your cherry lip gloss on as you sip on the mediocre juice box handed out by the school. He watches as your smile, upwards or downwards would form anytime one of your friends would make a joke.
But he was so quiet!
He would watch your mannerisms silently, the way your eyebrows would furrow whenever somebody said something you didnât like. He would listen to you hold in a laugh whenever you would start to tell a funny story!
It was only a matter of time before you noticed him in your math class!
How you would always lose your pencils, wood or mechanical they would just be gone. How you just realized there was a boy with glasses next to you.
He must have pencils right?
He noticed the way you looked slightly sheepish asking him for just a pencil.
He handed you one.
Although it was his last so he wrote in pen for the period.
It became tradition!
Everyone would ask you and drain you of pencils so you always would have to ask Akira for a pencil.
He even reserved that specific pencil for you because it was your favorite color!
You would never notice the way his pupils would dilate because his eyes were such a rich color!
You would never notice how his ears went red as you asked him for a pencil everyday.
Oh but he was getting to you!
How he would listen to your complaints and rambles as you did your work, punching in numbers to your calculator.
His nods and hums as he barely made sense of the story.
It didnât matter if it was just you complaining about how dumb a new rule a teacher implemented or you complaining about school lunch.
You had a bunch of friends and you preferred to speak to him!
He would be a fool if he didnât recognize how your smile got more fonder every time you looked at him.
You would be twice a fool if you didnât notice his faint blush on his pale skin.
But neither of you mentioned it, other than the small touch of skin whenever he handed you something and you would crack a smile!!
its been so long since Iâve consumed or made any media of P5, will try my best here đ¤
For the purposes of the story and my bad memory, Akechi is going to a private school.
Not fluff but pancake boy being caring :3
Being in the same high school with the detective prince really wasnât all that special. Not many people cared , it was a private school after all. Fortunately or unfortunately, the choice is yours, you shared a few classes with him. Now obviously itâs not like you cared much. I mean it was cool you attend a school with this boy genius detective and what not. Albeit the only thing that was concerning is that he was falling behind. Of course being a detective and a high school student could be awfully stressful. You would always find that he would ask others for notes. Some teachers reprimanded him, some were lenient.
No matter what he had done, you now landed in a two period AP Literature class with him, doing an analysis project. The class is scattered around while the teacher does god knows what at her desk. You and Akechi opt for the small corner near the bookshelf. You and him never really interact outside of school matters. Despite not showing it, you could tell heâs frustrated. Small huffs and rubbing his face up and down as he reads the god awful 40 pages you two were assigned. Sure you have like two weeks left to finish this, but he seemed so stressed about it. You donât really address it, probably something on his mind.
You open your mouth, thinking for a split second before speaking, âI can take care of the note taking⌠All you have to do is just write the essayâ
It was a weak attempt at trying to relieve the workload he had.
âIâm almost done with the notes, its fine but thank youâ He replies, still absorbed into the work.
You exhale softly, he had a tendency to do this, âJust share the document with me, we can work on it together Akechi,â Your tone isnât demanding but stern.
He nods and types in your email, sending it to you and allowing you to edit it. Once you open it, itâs nothing less of what you expected. You smile slightly at this, âYou know, youâre a good note writerâ
You swear you left a crack in him, his eyes no longer a void, but not showing much. He nods, âThank youâ
You smile softly back and continue to work on the notes with one hour left, you won't see him again till lunch in like two periods. Your notes aren't as concise, neat, and arranged as Akechiâs is, but theyâre something. As the bell rings, you both narrowly finish up the notes. You definitely lost a few brain cells. You lean back in your chair before closing your chromebook and gather your stuff to leave.
Before you could leave, Akechi clears his throat. You turn to him, looking slightly confused.
âHereâs my.. contact info I shouldn't be busy around 11 PM most daysâ He says while handing you a piece of paper. You almost find it strange that hes giving you his information.
âWhy? Is there something you want to talk about outside of school?â
Not that you know it but heâs trying his best to play it normal, âAh.. just in case you have any questions or concerns reallyâ
The answer is weird, but you deem it acceptable, âOh, alright, see you!â You turn on your heels and speed walk out the class, being a little behind schedule from the interaction between you and Akechi.
.
Shortly after school ends, you contact the number,
âThis is Akechi right?â
The reply is almost instantaneous, a buzzing from your phone is heard.
âYes this isâ
It's a little strange, you thought he wouldâve been more busy but itâs really none of your concern is it. Walking a little more, you sit down at a bus stop, waiting for it to arrive. You set your bag down next to you and reply back, only to find out he sent a second message.
âDon't plan on taking a bus, there's been more reports of harassment and muggings on the busâ
You sigh and get up, I mean it would be foolish to not listen to a detectiveâs advice.Yet you find it weird that he somehow or it felt like he knew you would take the bus. You reply back finally,
âThanks for the heads up, I was about to take the bus lolâ
Quickly you see the three bubbles as you get up and start to walk. Another buzz rattles your phone.
âBe careful while walking tooâ
You raise your eyebrows and look around, wondering if he's watching you or something. You quickly shrug it off as paranoia and type back.
ââŚâ
âSo how tf am I supposed to get home safely đ§â
It was a genuine question, you can't walk or take public transportation safely it seems. It's still a surprise at how quickly he responds as well.
âI could walk you home, safer that wayâ
âŚ
Then how is he supposed to be safe..?
You shrug and decide it's the best option, not like you have the money to call a cab right now, you spent it on snacks earlier. You take slow steps, sending a text back as you walk.
âSure, meet me outside of the Shinu Coffee shopâ
He likes the message in response.
You take the short walk there, and shortly spot him there outside, almost looking stressed. I mean, itâs probably because of the public snapping photos of him. He spots you and quickly walks over, motioning his eyes to keep walking. You let out a blow of air before turning on your heels and speed walk, hoping to avoid the paparazzi. As you walk, you feel a small buzz in your phone again,
âUh, just meet me here, in a bit that isâŚâ
He shortly sends a location, and within a good 20 minutes, he enters the cafe that he sent you. It was a warm small town cafe, simple yet cozy.
He smiles, lines under his eyes crease and his smile lines become apparent, âSorry about all that,â he waves his hand as to excuse himself.
âNo worries,â You reply.
You hum as you start to open your bag, opening up the small zipped up pocket taking out a thousand yen bill.
Although it seems like Akechi had the same idea.
He stares at you before you both give an awkward smile, âNo I insist it's okay, I dragged you all the way hereâ
âYouâre tired after all of it, it's quite alright,â you claim and smile.
On a normal occasion you would have let him pay, but he truly seemed exhausted.
âYou like caramel lattes?â
Before you could even shake, nod and shrug, he stands up and heads to the counter to place his order. Youâre taken aback by the absurdity of the prince detective actively offering you a drink. You slightly smile before he sits back down with the two drinks in hand. The smell of his coffee is strong, but he smells like pancakes nonetheless. His hair shines under the yellow light of the coffee shop, with his soft content after sipping from the paper cup, he closes his eyes.
All part of writing, I was writing a fanfic i plan to publish on wattpad but I changed my mind last second and had to rewrite most of it and the draft is in a separate doc :,)
To whoever requested that Goro akechi fluff, I accidentally made this plot a lot larger than I wanted it to be so Iâm sorry if it takes a while to come out đđ
Im a sucker for old men that would smell like ash or cigarettes
Whenever he comes home, youâre the first thing his eyes have been accustomed to look for. Whether he takes the door or comes from a window, his eyes and feet drag him to the living room to find you on the couch. Sometimes youâre on your phone, watching a show, eating, or sleeping.
âHow was the class?â Youâd ask.
He grunts, after taking off his shoes he sits down besides you, âNothing much, just a normal day with no trainingâ
You would just nod in response as you properly sit up and lay your head on his shoulder, âWhat do you want for dinner?â The question was redundant really, he never cared what he had for dinner. Despite this youâd always ask.
He shrugs and you nod. He softly lays his head on top of yours as he sighs softly. He puts his arm around you softly, his hand on your shoulder. You could feel his thumb rub soft circles into your shoulder as his body starts to weigh on you. You softly nudge your head up, he lifts his to look down at you.
You put your chin on his shoulder as you reach up to play with his hair, âWhen did you last wash your hair?â
He shrugs.
You sigh and get up, tugging on his shirt sleeve, âCome on, Iâll wash it for you. Youâre a pro hero Shota, you needa take care of yourselfâ You reprimand.
He sighs as he reluctantly gets up, as soon as you turn your head, his lipâs slightly turn upwards. Heâs quickly situated in a chair, watching you grab a few clips, a brush and comb, with a spray bottle. This is routine, a weekly one. The spray bottle spurts water all over his hair as he feels the edge of the comb parting his hair into four sections. More often than not, heâs fallen asleep during these days. With each section clipped away from each other, you select one and start at the ends. You brush softly occasionally running your hands through his hair to get rid of the larger knots. Sometimes he would tense up, and you would slow down. Sometimes you would talk to him about random things, or just stay quiet. You work softly but quickly. With each section done, you leave a small kiss on his cheek.
When your done and if heâs still awake. You drag him to the bathroom and make him sit down by the shower that also subs as a bathtub. You reach up to the shower head and move it off its small handle and bring it down. Turning on the water, you adjust the temperature. Usually Aizawa just really wants to sleep and would deny this offer. The only reason he allows this is because he sees the fruits of his labor, you safe and happy with him. Despite you working hard to keep him from keeping his health half foot in the grave, it was always nice to see how content at least you were with him. As you adjust the water temperature, you reach over and grab a shampoo bottle you bought for him next to it is yours, accustomed to your hair needs. (Ignore if you dont use shampoo :3) You flip open the cap with your thumb setting it next to his head.
Aizawa feels the warm water hit his scalp and he smiles softly. You use your empty hand to grab his hair and make sure his hair is drenched before nudging his shoulder. He looks up at you and grabs the shower head and faces it downward to the shower floor. You grab the shampoo bottle and put some of it on your hands. The green apple scent wafts as you run your hands under the water for a second and start lathering the shampoo. You start to rub the shampoo into his scalp and he swears its heaven. Your hands, whether theyâre thick and rough, or soft and thin, theyâre always so gentle with him. His eyes close gently and indulges in the feeling hands molded into the shape. You grab the shower head and wash off the shampoo after thoroughly scrubbing and waiting for it to sit. Your hands parting his hair to get the water all into the roots. You smile softly as you see the mold his hands are shaped into, softly slotting the shower head into it. You repeat with the conditioner, only difference is, is that the conditioner is on the mid to ends of his hair. He falls asleep softly as you work.
His body is awoken by his alarm, marked at 9:30 PM for night patrol. He shoots up, finding himself in the bed. He also finds you next to him in the bed, fast asleep. He leans down to your face to kiss it softly. He gets out of bed and gets ready to leave and come back to you once more.
If Anybody finds this offensive, feel free to tell me to take it down
TW: mentions of Bulimia, y/n's family making fun of Y/n for their weight, body dysmorphia, binge eating, purging (Y/N fasts and throws up), Tell me if I missed warnings!
(modern AU)
You turn oranges to orange juice
Enter there, then spit it out of you
Your body is imperfectly perfect
Everyone wants what the other one's working
No more orange juice
Armin didn't know what to say
He was trying to your phone to see something
but instead he heard you vomiting in your bathroom
he was in a "You know they're lying but you can't say anything because of how you found out" situation
After that, he became more... Protective of you?
since the bitch is smart- He knew it was bulimia after a while
Binge eating, and then fasting/purging
He let you wear what you wanted, but never let very reflective stuff come close to you
he actually debated about asking Eren and Mikasa for help
the first time he heard your family talk about how you weighed more, he really wanted to stop them
he thinks you look perfect
The poor bby tries so hard to be more cheerful so you feel happy too
he starts overthinking as well
Are you eating a lot?
Have you been eating less?
Have you been staring at your own reflection for too long?
he doesn't want to force you to give him an answer
but he wants you to trust him enough to say what you're going through
hates when your family says stuff like "Where did my pretty girl/boy go?|eat fatass!|Nobody is going to love you if you have extra weight"
wants to prove to them that you're pretty
now on your side
you look like the worst person on Earth
You try so hard to lose weight
sleeping more
trying to workout
throwing up
anything to look pretty
You have to much stomach
your thighs shouldn't be that big
your arms are too large
throwing up has made your cheeks puffier
You'd never love the person you see in the mirror
you have tried so hard not to cry but it just doesn't work
Scenario:
"God damnit, just shut up already" You say in a soft voice
Hugging yourself, you curl more feeling pain in your stomach due to barely eating. The sounds of your broken breaths fill the room, it feels so hard to breathe. Your throat is on fire, your body shakes up and down as you tremble and look at the side of your room. You feel the tears run down your cheeks and hit the sheets.
Your low choke out sobs make you wish that somebody was there to hug you. You cry yourself to sleep and await hell the next morning.
Speaking of which, you wake up and clean your face, the second you go downstairs you see Armin. But it doesn't feel right. He drags you back up stairs which you struggle with.
"take off your hoodie please.." He asks
You take it off and Armin closes and locks the door, looking at you, his eyes tears up. He tackles you, hugging you on your bed. It was obvious, you looks too thin, malnourished, starved.
"Please trust me, i know you don't see yourself as perfect but I do" Armin says as he caresses' your cheek
"I don't care how long it takes, I want you to know your the most cute person in peoples eyes" Armin says
