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[allovertheplace-writing]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request Akihiko sanada turning down a gn reader but he realizes he likes them back later on?

Persona 3

Character(s): Akihiko

Genre: Fluff + Some Hurt

Type: Headcanon

Description: You fell first, but he fell harder. Much harder.

Warning(s): Gender-Neutral Reader, Rejection(Toward Reader), Mentions of Other Characters(Mitsuru, Junpei), Reader is A Senior Like Akihiko(Shared Classes), Seemingly Unrequited Love

Hi, hi! Of course you can request this <3

Thank you sending an ask and I hope you enjoy! Sorry for wait as well!

The world was a blur as you walked, blue and white meshing with the grays and browns of buildings and used paths. Rejection always hurt, even when you expected it. Akihiko was known for telling people "no", but you kind of hoped he would say different with you...

At least you could still be friends. Saying goodbye forever would've ruined your heart more.

Time had rushed into the starry evening during your walk home, orange mixing with pink and blue until they turned into a gentle purple...but everything continued on while you remained stagnant. Heart still clenched and eyes still blurred.

Akihiko wasn't much different, but he had no idea why. Perhaps it was because you're friends that he can't get that look of hurt in your eyes out of his mind.

It takes a good portion of time for him to get a handle on his feelings, but the process gets sped up by Mitsuru and Junpei. "Dude, you're totally in love!" and "Well, perhaps you like them too? You certainly care deeply for them." are two of the many things he hears from them. He always denied it, but then would continue pondering. Did he like you that way?

Each day you ended up within one another's presence, he noticed more and more. The way the light made your eyes shine with a morning dew at the lockers, the way your hands looked as your fingers adjusted sliders and reorganized lab papers, and how he wanted to link his pinky with yours on the way to lunch. And right now, he was memorizing the shape of your lips.

He had invited you to Chagall for a cup of coffee. Why, he wasn't sure, but with the way you talked about the flowers the old couple at the bookstore gave you for white day...he couldn't care. Your smile, though withheld, made your eyes gleam. He saw the way you grasped your clothes in your hands to release the energy you were keeping at bay and he saw how your upper lip spasmed into a wider grin.

"You're-" He stopped himself as soon as he began, finding comfort in the light dancing within his cup, "..sorry." How could he say you're amazing without hurting the both of you more? He already told you no. "I just...I'm sorry." However his apologies only seemed to confuse you, making you pry without meaning to. "For what, Aki? You haven't done anything." Except for one thing, he thought.

A ripple of silence fluttered around your table for a few moments, breath taking and soul crushing. "Is.." He held his breath at your voice. "...is this about the other day?" Of course you'd figure it out, he likely looked as uncomfortable as he did then. "Akihiko." His eyes met yours when you leaned forward, "You have nothing to apologize for. You aren't interested and there's nothing wrong with that." Whatever nervousness, anxiousness, you held was stifled in favor of reassuring him. "That's exactly why I'm apologizing, (Y/n)! I said I wasn't into you, but I am!"

Your heart squeezed in such a terrible way. Hurt and disbelief was all you could feel swell in your throat, bitter against the back of your tongue. He liked you even though it took him a little to get there. It should've been relieving, and you supposed it was - just a tad, but those morose feelings washed any good that could come from such news. "I-" He pressed his lips together for a moment, taking a breath, "I didn't mean to...to hurt you. Back then...I didn't know how I felt."

"Well, my feelings haven't changed, Aki. As...as upset as this makes me, I still like you." With a burn behind your eyes, you blink and breathe deeply, "I doubt that'll change." He took in a breath of warm air, as if to reel himself in. "Then-" He pressed his lips together, meeting your eyes..

"Can we try dating?"

[zipsunz]

ken and his family throughout the years

(a mix of postcanon and AU)

[mousewife-stash]

was watching a video about how when snakes are in a new enclosure or a big scary open place they like to have a stable thing to wrap around for security 🥺

[valiantsaber]

woe, princely butch mitsuru be upon ye (ft yukamitsu doodles)

[lesbocean]

aigis new drip is very cute :-)

[eru-iru]

pharos/ryoji sketches

[merry-fagoland]

making akihiko and chie cops was the dumbest fucking decision ever because i know in my heart that they're actually a physical therapist and professional racecar driver respectively

[marylily-my-beloved]

Marauders as Arabs P3: the marauders + reg (made with @queenie-blackthorn hehe Arab besties <3) (P1) (P2) 

Black Brothers (Sirius and Regulus): Qatari. They are from Qatar like most of the Black family and they’re rich rich (like Saudi rich…). They understand every dialect because the black family is literally scattered all over the khaleej, like all over. 

Remus is Palestinian (free Palestine btw), you can tell he’s from Palestine, immediately, especially if you’re Arab. He doesn’t have that heavy of an accent and like the man he is he barely understands other dialects that aren’t similar to his 

Peter is Egyptian, not with much of an accent though, his accent is very like understandable and he can speak a lot of different dialects if he wants to. He can understand all the dialects too. 

James is a mix of Syrian and Saudi (his mom is Saudi and his dad is Syrian) and he has a really heavy Syrian dialect (who else thinks the word dialect sounds so weird?) and can understand some dialects. 

[v4mpyinred]

would it be a stretch to say Akihiko & Yukari are lowkey BPD-coded? cuz this realization is driving me insane

[jiraidoly]

yukari fanart !!

[allovertheplace-writing]

Hello!! I was wondering if you could do some Shinjiro(persona 3) fluff headcanons with gn!reader who has really warm hands compared to his? I read somewhere that his body can't regulate his body temp so he's rlly cold and i think it'd be a fun imagine, it's completely fine if you don't want to do this request for any reason!! i hope you have wonderful day ＼(≧▽≦)／

Persona

Character(s): Shinjiro Aragaki

Type: Headcanon

Genre: Fluff

Description: Palm to palm, fingers linked. Your hand in mine as much as mine is in yours. Connected without distance and pretenses left in favor of this.

Notes / Warnings : Yukari Mentioned, Fuuka Mentioned, Junpei Mentioned, Akihiko Mentioned, Could be Platonic or Romantic(I Don't Go Into Much), Reader Has a Part-Time Job(Briefly Mentioned)

omg yes- to be honest, i have two ideas for this. One of them is more heavily romantic, but the other could be taken either way lsdbdk i'm gonna do the second one me thinks

thank you for requesting!! i hope you enjoy <33

"Y'know...you always wear a lot, even in summer." Yukari had pointed out once before shrugging and brushing it off, not wishing to pry. It was...true. He never really seemed to get overly hot and more so seemed to want to bundle-up further.

It wasn't often that his hands were available because of that. Always in his pockets; always kept busy with something. Never free. Forever out of reach—usually.

Whenever he was in the kitchen, sometimes he'd idle whilst making something. His fingers—typically—lightly drum on the counter or his hands just barely push things out of the workspace with little purpose.

You had found him doing just that one night after returning from your part-time job. He was slightly leaned forward, left hand bearing his weight atop the counter and his right hand mindlessly picking up and placing down the flour bag.

He must have felt your presence, though, as he looked over his shoulder at you once you stepped into the kitchen. "You-" With a furrowed brow, he appears to get embarrassed before tearing his eyes away. "What're you doing here?" There's a rush to his words, voice a bit terse.

It's a little amusing to see someone like him so embarrassed about getting caught cooking. You practically feel the mirth that subtly fills your expression. Although, it is more affectionate than anything else.

You don't answer his question, instead asking what he's making. It seems to make him less guarded, perhaps because you didn't tease him or make a big deal out of it. Though he still responds a bit reluctantly. Cookies.

"Oh, wasn't Fuuka trying to make some?" A short sigh leaves him, "..she kept burning them. Mixing up the sugar and salt." It appears she couldn't stay around for long though, likely had other responsibilities. You give him a small hum to let him know you heard. He looked at you again after a moment, searching a little as if he had expected something from you—perhaps a different response? Maybe he thought you'd say something like Yukari. "You haven't been bullying her, have you?" Though that was definitely more so reserved for Junpei than anyone else.

"When they're done, we should get everyone to come eat them." Getting together, even if just for cookies, would be wonderful. That was your thought process, at least. He didn't respond for a few moments too long though, perhaps not liking the idea. But eventually he let out a gruff reply. It was almost like it was bordering a grumble. "..you can do that." You raise your brows and look at him directly, "You won't?"

"I didn't say that." Not a denial, but...

"..so you will?" You could tell you were pushing him a little, but teasing him was hard to withhold from.

"...I didn't say that either."

It pulled a small laugh from you, affectionate mirth gracing the entirety of your face this time. As intimidating as he is, he can be rather cute.

Drifting closer, you come to rest against the counter's edge, "I'll let Fuuka know you made them and then she can offer them to everyone. I know she'd want to share." He doesn't look at you, head slightly turned away like he was upset. With a small tilt of your head, you try to peer at his face a tiny bit. And although you can't see his expression, you can see the subtle flush that settles upon his cheek and spreads to the tip of his ear. Yeah, he's cute.

His lack of response, mixed with his reaction, lets you know that he agrees with what you proposed, albeit rather flusteredly. You decide to change the subject. For his sake.

"You know, this is the first time I've seen you without your jacket." It's a simple observation. He's covered head to toe with only his face visible more often than not so seeing him without a key piece of his attire was like seeing a polar bear in the street. Kind of.

"Yeah and what about it?" With a slight shrug, you remain nonchalant about it despite his defensive response. After all, there wasn't any bite behind it. "It's like a signature piece to the package that is you." You spoke with a slight, exaggerated, accent, pushing some energy into the conversation. "Are you trying to be strange?" Despite the way his words could've been insulting, he said it in a way that showed his affection. "Is it strange if it's true?" There's a lift to your tone, a teasing tinge to it to let him know you were being light-hearted and returning his affection.

"..I guess not." Pulling back from the counter and the bag of flour, he grabs an oven mitt and opens the oven a little bit. You lean a bit to the side, peeking inside with him. The cookies were starting to rise, a light sheen along them and the chocolate chips melting a bit along the edges. They were looking yummy, that's for sure. When he closes it, you adjust yourself so you aren't leaning anymore. "Another twenty minutes?" He shrugs, "Give or take some."

So there was time. A pause settles between you two as you think about what to do: continue the conversation or try and indulge that little voice. You decide the former, despite any anxieties. "..hey, can I see your hands?" It was just as he had been reaching for the flour again, making him freeze for a second. When he turned to you with a furrowed brow and overall disgruntled look, you elaborate a tiny bit. "Just like this, that's all." Raising one of your hands, you hold it up like you would for a high five. Palm flat and fingers straight.

You for sure thought he'd refuse, especially given his initial expression, but he hesitantly lifted his hand in alignment to yours. Perhaps he was just humoring you, but it was clear this wasn't something he disliked. Likely just something he wasn't used to.

With a subtle movement, the tips of your fingers lightly brush his as you ease your palm to just barely rest against his. "You're cold." He looks at your hand pressed against his for only a small moment before glancing away from them. "...you're warm." After keeping away for so long, he forgot how another's warm felt like. Though, it was different from the times him and Akihiko had to share a blanket as kids. This warmth was somehow...warmer. In a pleasant way.

There's a slight shift of your fingers as you bring them a bit out of alignment before pausing, glancing up at him. You see him bring his own eyes back to your hands, watching what you do. But he doesn't pull away. Carefully, you slowly slide your fingers between the tops of his and leave them there in a loose entwinement.

He shifts a little bit, yet remains. If anything, his fingers curl a tiny bit in to return your gesture—lightly holding your fingers like you do his. "This is weird." You give short, sudden laugh, having not expected that, "I guess it is. But it's not bad, right..?"

There's nothing for a moment, his eyes drifting off to the side.

"..yeah."

As much as it scared him, as much of a bad idea as it was in his mind, he wanted this. He wanted to be close to someone again, to be part of the group despite all the distance he constantly puts between himself and everyone else.

"Yeah, it's not bad."

[cosmicssubway]

more transfem timeskip junpei bc i knew i could do her better than i did before

[sees-text-shenans]

I do have one dumb request, it's based around Minatos "Canon Name" And how if you change language on PC it defaults to Makoto Yuki, making people say it's his canon name. That's the only idea I have but it's an interesting one

OMGG dude yess, here’s what i came up from your prompt!!! i hope you like it :)

[oofmilk]

on the topic of kotone and makoto and being twins and which one of them dyes their hair, i posit this answer: both of them, but for different reasons

makoto dyes his hair bc it came as a result of his transition. dyeing his hair helped him feel more secure in his gender and allowed for a level of expression thus yet unknown to him, so it's fun and he keeps doing it. he doesn't mind so much when his roots start to show bc they're a similar color to his dye color of choice anyway, so who cares, you know?

kotone dyes her hair bc of guilt. when they were kids, when they were separated at the hospital after their parents' deaths, she never got to say goodbye to makoto, so it haunts her, that he might think she abandoned him like that. she dyes her hair so that she isn't confronted with her brother's face every time she looks in the mirror

[milkyberryjsk]

the guy of all time ..

[couldtransitionsaveher]

MAKOTO YUKI from PERSONA 3

JUSTIFICATION:

"I'm JUST SAYING she has that TGIRL SWAGGER AND SHE IS LESBIANS WITH AIGIS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️" - @smolidol

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