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mingigoo · 11 months

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Felix from Stray Kids,

Marriage contract AU - with number 56. It’s okay to cry.

Something with comfort and if you want to throw a historical twist into you can…no Biggy…🥺 it’s not like I like history or anything…

Here you go😘😘 hope you love it. You better love it or else😤😤😤 jk ily

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marble hearts || lee felix

❤︎ #56 ⇢ "it's okay to cry."

❤︎ pairing ⇢ (fem) reader x sculptor! Felix

❤︎ summary ⇢ during an event in the town square, your father announces your sister's engagement. She was able to marry for love, which was all you ever wanted. Your "love-less" marriage to Felix fumed your anger until you find out it was actually full of love.

❤︎ genre/au ⇢ historical au, contract/arranged marriage au, Italian renaissance au, angst, some fluff, rival families

❤︎ warnings/tags ⇢ no major warnings, felix is bad with emotions, rival families, artist, sculptor felix, marriage of convenience, both are in love but so stupid like just tell each other dammit

❤︎ word count ⇢ 3.5k

❤︎ taglist ⇢ @jjhmk @yesv01 @roe-sinning @meowmeowminnie @yeritheloml @yukine-smx @y00nzin0 @8tinytings @halesandy @shegotboreddsoo @kangyeosangelic @sanshineeeeee @kodzukein @hwaightme @likexaxdaydream @ssaboala @gtr-skyline-lover @wooyoungjpg @lonewolfjinji @asjkdk @charreddonuts

When you think of love, there is only one person that comes to mind.

And only one way you imagined it coming true.

You always compared it to the free fall of an eagle—the kind of love you tagle in, like the talons intertwining between the feathers, gracefully falling hand in hand, two as one, landing as one while the sky crashes along with you.

But in real life, you don't always find that mate to fall to your death with.

You fell in love once and never fell out of it. This dream of yours finally seemed reachable—it was right in front of you, his hand held out just like an eagle’s talon, ready to sweep you into his embrace. The delicateness of his touch, the sweet smile on his face—everything felt destined. You were ready to fall.

Until he wasn't.

Your marriage was meant to build an empire, of sorts. Two influential families conjoined—a marriage of power. The art market soared under the influence, making you known as the daughter of the “infamous” patron. You of course liked the attention, as it was a market for your own works, but because of your position, it led to you giving up your dreams of true, heartwrenching love.

But it didn't start that way.

Felix. Your husband. The love of your life, the reason behind your madness. When you married him, your heart was hopeful. It felt like he was the one that carved it as if it were just for him, only for him to shatter it with his indifference.

And now, in this mess of a life you once wished for, you found yourself lost in the movement of the water in front of you. The fountain in the town square was your favorite—designed by your mother. She never got to shine for herself, just like you, only being seen as the wives of the men who ruled the city.

The water splashed against the marble, fizzing in your ears as energetic music played in the distance. You watched as the moonlight reflected against it, almost smiling to yourself despite your aching heart. In your hand was a stone, ready to be tossed into oblivion. You imagined yourself as the little inanimate object. it was going to fall, just like you did.

“y/n,” a sweet voice called out from behind, almost hesitantly. “Father is about to make an announcement.”

The delightful voice belonged to your younger sister.

You looked down at your hand, tossing the stone up and down. “About what?” you questioned. You weren't too keen on social events, and now with there being an announcement, it made you feel even more of a mess. “He didn't mention anything beforehand.”

“Well,” she trailed off, approaching you slowly. “.....Please come on over with me. You need to hear it for yourself.”

You turned to her as she stood next to you, her gentle hand touching your shoulder. Her hair was gracefully tied up in a braided bun, a few strands of dark hair draping her face with perfection. She was perfection.

You sighed after noticing her desperate look. “Sena,” you hummed. “You know I don't like these things.”

“I know, I know, but….” she huffed, pleading with her eyes. “It’s important to me.”

You looked back down at the rock in your palm. “....Is Felix there?”

Sena furrowed her eyebrows at your pained tone. “I didn't see him. He might be there by the time we get back.”

“I never said I was going back,” you said flatly, but you knew deep down you were going to cave, and you were going to be there for the announcement—in the hopes of just getting a glimpse of the man you call a husband. Maybe, just maybe, he’d notice that you decided to wear a dark, maroon gown to catch his eye. It was one of his favorite colors, so you hoped that it would help to become his favorite person.

Bells began to chime—the announcement was going to happen soon. Sena quickly gripped your arm, tugging on it desperately.

“Please, I beg of you,” she whined, her face colored with emotion.

You looked back over to the fountain.

“....Okay.” you tossed the stone into the water at your answer. Sena joyously carried on, tugging you away from your safe haven and back to the crowd.

You let her drag you, even if you didn't want to leave. The only reason you were going back was because of her excitement, and maybe to see Felix. You knew nothing would come of it if you bumped into him, though. He would just stay quiet or maybe would say a word or two and then prance off to that studio of his. It didn't hurt to continue your hopelessness.

“There’s my lovely daughter,” your mom smiled wide as you approached, your burgundy gown slightly trailing on the dusty brick path underneath your feet.

You forced a smile as she kissed your forehead. “I was worried you weren't going to return for your sister’s announcement.”

You frowned slightly, but it wasn't noticeable to anyone other than Sena. “what’s it about?”

Your mom was too caught up with her attention on your sister now. She was dusting off her dress, tucking her hair behind her ears frantically. “Oh, my darling girl. You can't go on looking like that at a time like this!” she cried out, doing everything she can to make her look presentable.

“What’s so important—”

“Oh, by the way, y/n,” you were interrupted while she continued to focus on the younger sibling. “Where’s your husband?”

You never wanted to rip off her head more.

Blinking slowly, you took in a deep breath before responding. “He’s not here, mother.”

“That's a shame, he should hear about this, too.” she talked as if you were supposed to know what was going on, but if she cared to pay attention to you at least for a minute, she would understand that you had no idea about anything. Or know that you weren't exactly happy to be here.

And then your father’s voice boomed over everyone as if he were a king. “Greetings, everyone. I hope you are all enjoying the festivities, but I would like to interrupt the party for a very important announcement.”

Your sweet, beautiful sister’s face began to flush as the square got quiet.

And as you pieced together everything, you realized what this was going to be. From Sena’s excitement, her need for you to come to hear the announcement, the reason behind your mother’s attention, the blushed cheeks.

Sena was getting married.

You were drowning in your thoughts as your father kept talking. The world was spinning, your mother was beaming from ear to ear. Sena was ecstatic, and the minute the man—her man—approached your family, your heart dropped to your stomach.

She was going to live your dream.

You kept your vision low as they announced their engagement, your stomach in knots and your hands shaky. It was all you ever wanted—to marry for love. To fall, ever so gracefully, towards your end with your destiny. Sena’s betrothed, a man with no political ties, was able to sneak into the empire of superficiality, while you rotted in a pitiful one-sided love. Yeah, well maybe you were overreacting just a bit, but oh, did you want to scream and cry and tear up everything around you.

Rage got to you first as you balled your fists up, leaving sharp crescent-like marks on your palms. You looked at your dress, and suddenly, the wine color made you want to hurl. Love was pointless if you couldn't have it. Love was meaningless. Love is—-

Love is….

Like a free fall from the sky.

No one ever said the landing didn't hurt.

You finally came down from the clouds, it only took this gruesomely painful moment to overtake your dreams of perfection.

You were too angry to notice the tears falling from your eyes.

People were hugging, gifts were being given. You stood there, by your joyful sister, who held all of the world’s beauty in her soul. Time was moving as fast as your heartbeat, everyone speeding up as you stood in one place. You weren't sure if anyone spoke to you, or even looked at you, until the music began once again, and you finally noticed the dewiness of your cheeks.

And so did Felix.

There he was, standing directly across from you in the crowd, his lush blonde hair pulled back from his face and his eyes flooded with worry. You held your breath, meeting his starry eyes like you were the only two in the universe.

He didn't take his eyes off you as you stared deeply, your expression unreadable to him and yourself. You weren't sure what you were thinking, and that may be half the reason for your unwanted tears. You never let yourself cry, especially in front of people. It was a weakness.

Onlookers began to notice your disarray, and slowly, your clenched hands began to loosen, your mind began to slow, and your heart felt like it had stopped beating.

And then you ran like a bat out of hell.

You pushed through the crowd of wealthy, conservative men and their wives, through the artwork on display and the countless stray cats that preyed on the streets until you found yourself gliding through the shrubbery that blocked your estate from the common folk.

Finally, away from the scrutiny, you made your way to the garden. You sat down on the bench next to the raining wisteria, lavender hues dancing in the wind above you. The petals fell to their end, landing on the pavement as you stared at the ground.

“Maroon is your color, you know,” a deep voice murmured from the break in the trees.

You scoffed, quickly wiping your eyes before he saw more of your tears. He had seen enough.

“Don't you have somewhere else to be?” you hissed, looking away from him.

He didn't speak, or move. He stood in the same place, only a few feet away, but it felt like an ocean was filling up between you.

He took a second to respond. “I…I’m supposed to be here.”

“No,” you rolled your eyes, looking up to meet his. “You never make time for me. You never talk to me, you never….you never cared. Why now? Is it because I was crying?”

He took a step closer to you. “y/n, I—”

“Actually, I think this is the most I’ve heard you speak in all our years together,” you carried on, a pained smile on your face. “I hate to say that I enjoy it.”

He hesitated, his gaze low, his heart upon his sleeve. He looked like the universe in itself, glittering like the night sky, sparkling just for you. He took in a sharp breath as he noticed your efforts to hold back the tears.

“It’s okay to cry, you know,” he hummed, his voice tender as ever. “It’s human nature.”

You looked up at him—your chest tightening as your eyes pushed away more tears. The very thought of him saying this, telling you it’s okay, staring at you with those delicate eyes of his, everything made you want to cry more and more and more.

“Awh, dammit Felix,” you let out a shaky sigh, tossing your hands in the air exasperatedly.

He blinked, wanting to move closer to you, but held back. “What?”

You groaned, the tears falling along with the flowers above you. When you didn't have the right words to answer him, to tell him you loved him, that you longed for him, that the reason for your tears was him all along, you heard the softness of his footsteps approach you.

He kneeled in front of you on the hard cobblestone, your line of vision right on his shiny, expensive shoes.

“Look at me, y/n,” he spoke kindly, tilting your chin up ever so softly for you to meet his eyes. You watched them dance around as he looked at you, and you held back everything you wanted to say.

But when he wiped away your tears—that little act of kindness, you felt your heart crumble like the marble he carved.

“I can’t take it anymore,” you cried, but your voice was weak. “I just…I can’t stand the fact that she gets to marry a man who loves her and I….I get someone who can't even talk to me.”

He looked distraught like he didn't know what to do or say. His cheeks flushed pink at your words.

You looked at his expression, falling in love with his freckles all over again, even if it wasn't the time.

He took in a small breath. “Can I….take you somewhere?” he stuttered slightly, his hands caging you in respectfully while you sat on the bench. “I mean, somewhere important.”

He held his hand out to you, his eyes begging without words. Maybe he wasn't too good with them….maybe he just had a hard time.

Or maybe you were making excuses for him like you always did. You hoped that he was going to take you somewhere to prove your thoughts wrong.

You nodded, hesitating before taking his hand, unknowingly the start of a new beginning.

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Felix brought you through the shrubs and greenery, exiting your villa’s garden and back into the real world.

The event was still chattering on in the distance, long forgotten by the both of you. He held onto your hand still, from the minute you gave it to him, as if he were cherishing it like a perfect slab of marble he would find in the quarry. You felt the butterflies fill your stomach at the littlest of touches, and wondered what you would feel if he did more.

Finally, you arrived at his residence, the elegant, tall home that looked like a castle. Instead of going inside, he took you past the doors and through the gardens, all to get to a small but beautiful building that matched the house’s exterior.

“What’s this place?” you pondered out loud, wondering if it was his workshop. He would always run away back here, so you assumed.

He didn't even let go of your hand while he unlocked the padlock on the door, struggling slightly but figuring it out anyway. “My studio.” he paused before opening the door. “I… I’ve never let anyone in here…and I apologize in advance for the things you'll see in here.”

The tears were all gone by now, but your emotions were still charged. If he so desperately responded to your cries in this way, that would only mean an answer lies behind the door.

“Okay,” you nodded, very curious.

He took a second look at you, his one hand in yours and the other on the doorknob. And finally, he pushed the door forward, his fingers shaking on the metal.

And when that door was no longer in the way, you saw the many sculptures and paintings that were of one subject matter. You moved inside for a closer look, losing your grip on his hand as well as your sanity.

The sculptures in front of you were….well, you. Your face was carved everywhere, the curve of your smile, your cheeks, your hips. He captured you with perfection, as his attention was always on you, rather than his words.

“Oh, my,” you whispered, your fingertips gliding against the marble. You couldn't believe any of this. It was all unreal.

“I’m sorry if it’s too much, but—”

“No…no it’s…” you held back your tears, even though he was the one to tell you it was okay to cry. “I can't believe it. You were doing this the whole time?”

He stood awkwardly in the doorway, afraid to near you. “Even before we were married.”

You stared at him, in the midst of all his versions of you, and yet, you were the one he was looking at. He blinked away his emotions, and you had never seen him this vulnerable.

“Why?” you asked, taking a step closer to him.

He shrugged, rubbing his arm nervously. “I only know one way to express my feelings and….I always thought you didn't feel the same way, so I hid everything away.”

You breathed in sharply.

“Why didn't you tell me earlier?” you felt the tears build up even more. “If I knew you felt this way I would've…” you sighed. “I wouldn't of treated you like this.”

He didn't say anything after that. You both stood there in the middle of all the marble and paint, your hearts beating for each other. You wanted to cry out of happiness, slap him for not telling you anything and a whole bunch of other feelings you couldn't quite put your finger on.

“I hope it’s not too late, then,” he tilted his head shyly, his pretty smile back on his face. It was a nervous grin, but gorgeous, nonetheless.

You smiled back at him. “Only if you learn to talk to me,” you moved your way back to him, crossing the distance in seconds compared to the years that built it. “And I’ll learn to be a good listener.”

He scoffed playfully, letting a sigh of relief fall from his lips. You were closer to him than ever, both physically and emotionally.

And surprisingly, he was the one to reach out to you first.

He gently grabbed your hand, pulling you to him. He looked down at your lips, parting his own in hopes of meeting yours. You helped him a little bit, gliding your hand to cradle his cheek, looking deeply into his eyes and the sprinkle of freckles he had.

He leaned forward, slowly but surely, to envelope his lips onto yours. He kissed you softly as if he were afraid to break you. His hands smoothed down your sides, resting on your hips as you wrapped your arms around his neck. The kiss deepened, your longing for him melting right into his touch. He breathed into you, lived within you, and after the kiss, you stood in each other's arms for a moment that might have lasted forever.

“Do you know why I wore maroon?” you hummed, leaning up to kiss his lips once more. “Because it’s your favorite color.”

He responded with another peck, throwing his arms around your waist with a giggle. “Do you know why I like maroon?” he asked you, smiling into another kiss.

You shook your head, but you weren't really paying attention.

“Because,” he smiled, brushing the hair out of your face like it was a normal action. Everything came like an instinct, the both of you holding each other like you always should have. “When I first met you, you were wearing this amazing, maroon dress. It was also the day I fell in love with you, so then I fell in love with maroon.”

You looked at him with confusion. “So you mean to tell me you’ve been in love with me since then? And I didn't know until now?”

He nodded cutely. “Yes,” he smiled, kissing you again. “Sorry about that, but I was under the impression that you hated me, so.”

You were in too much bliss to start that argument. Instead, you just laughed, holding onto him tighter so that you’ll never, ever, have to let him go.

“Well, I guess we can act like an actual married couple now, huh?” you smirked, giving him the ‘look.’

He kissed your lips once more, pulling back only to press his forehead against yours.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he whispered, grinning.

“Now let’s make our own art together.”

—

Epilogue

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“No no, don't bite me,” Felix giggled, holding onto his son tightly in his lap. “Oh god, his teeth are getting sharp.”

You sat on the grass in the town square, right by the river. It glistened just like your husband’s eyes, which now were captured in your own art that you called a son.

He had his eyes, thank god. You loved looking at them, reminding you of the love that created him. Everything seemed perfect, except the fact that the little guy clearly thought of Felix as an opportunity to chew.

“I’ll take him, I like the bites,” you smiled at the love of your life, who by chance was wearing a maroon shirt that matched your child’s clothing. He giggled at Felix, babbling like the little baby he was.

You now held onto him, and Felix leaned his head onto your shoulder in exhaustion. “He has your feisty personality,” he joked, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.

“He has your crazy eyes,” you joked back.

He smiled, quietly looking out at the running water of the river. After a moment of comfortable silence, he sighed deeply.

“He’s perfect,” he looked up at you, a lopsided, gentle smile on his face.

“Our own little creation.”

#lee felix #felix skz #stray kids #stray kids oneshot #skz fanfic #skz fluff #skz #historical au

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ghostgardn · 11 months

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His Tutor

synopsis: Reader is Graham Lansing's AP Psychology tutor, when she meets him at his house he cracks a deal.

a/n: FINALLY WROTE SMTHN. This has taken me like a MONTH to finish, so Prom Pact fandom pls rise from the dead n appreciate istg 😤

You knock on a thick white door, the address matching Graham's text. A beautiful redheaded woman opens the door with a distracted look, when she finally focuses on you a bright smile spreads on her face.

"You must be Y/N, it's so great to finally meet you." She firmly shakes your hand and calls for Graham. You glance around the foyet before hearing thudding footsteps from the staircase.

Graham, shirtless, presses his stomach to the railing as he looks at you two. His mother quickly scolds him for his appearance and urges him to put a shirt on.

"One thing I've learned about being in a house full of boys is they think this is a glorified locker room." She gestured around herself before her head turned towards a double swinging door, where a phone rang loudly. "Make yourself at home." She said before excusing herself to answer it.

You slowly made your way around the clean white room, eyes sweeping over the many picture frames. Again there was some thudding on the staircase so you turned around to face the noise.

"Hey. Ready to get studying?" You asked, tilting your head slightly. A big smile grew on Graham's face.

"Yeah, follow me." He said, waiting for you to meet him at the staircase. You trailed up the steps behind him and turned the corner twice before making it to his room. Toeing your shoes off, you slipped comfortably onto his desk chair. Meanwhile he dropped into his beanbag chair, grabbing a basketball and throwing it up.

"Okay, today is Piaget's Theory. How much of that do you remember from last week?" You asked, looking over your notes and then meeting his eyes.

"The theory is that children's intelligence undergoes changes while they grow, right?" You smiled and nodded before flipping the page.

"Yes! There are how many stages?" You asked throwing him a paper to crush and throw in his trash can.

"Four." He stated, throwing the paper away. You tossed him another. "Sensorimotor, pre operational, concrete operational, formal operational." And he tossed another.

"Yep! Sensorimotor is-"

"Ages 0-2 and is how kids experience the world. Through sensory experiences and motor actions." He interrupted. Tossing another piece of paper into his trashcan with a large dopey smile. You nodded and started again.

"Pre Operational is..." You prompted, eyes glued to your notebook.

"I have an idea." Graham said, noticing your lack of attention on him.

"Hmm?" You asked, half listening.

"If I get this entire theory right, I get to kiss you." He suggested, eyes tracing your face.

"Yeah sure." You said, eyes still glued to the page. Not hearing what he said.

"So that's a deal?" He asked, eyebrows shot up.

"Mmhmm." You agreed, muttering his name while you wrote something down.

"Okay! Pre operational starts at two, they can play pretend, talk about past memories, and can speak about people not in the room with them.” He says, watching you check a box and look back up at him. He throws a mini basketball into a small hoop attached to his closet door.

“The concrete operational stage begins at seven. Kids can solve problems better, because they can consider multiple options and endings. They can read maps, perform math better, and understand two different glasses can hold the same amount of water even if they look different.” You nodded and checked another box, looking back up to see the sun beaming on his face. He shook his long hair out of his face like he was a puppy, pulling the desk chair closer to his bed.

“The formal operational stage is the fourth and final stage.” Graham focuses an eyelash resting on your cheek, he leans forward and gently lifts it off and holds it in front of you. “Make a wish.” He whispers, hot (vaguely minty) breath fanned over your face. You quickly blew the eyelash off his thumb.

“It starts at age eleven, they can think of hypotheticals, abstract thoughts, and can use reasoning skills to solve a problem. Done.” He finished, still close enough that you wouldn’t have to reach far to get to him. You checked the final box, and when you looked back up he was even closer.

“That means I get to kiss you, y’know.” Graham muttered quietly, eyes grazing over your face.

“What?” You asked breathlessly. His large hands raised to meet your waist.

“We made a deal. If I got the whole theory right, I could kiss you.” He said, pulling you closer.

“I- uh. I guess I don’t remember that.” You replied. Your knees touching his, wheels squeaking against the hardwood floor. The chair half raised from a soft rug underneath her.

“Well can I kiss you anyway?” Graham asked, puppy dog eyes engaged, and a sweet smile on his lips.

“Yeah, that’d be alright.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, please kiss me.” You responded, soon feeling his hand glide up from your waist and settle on your cheek. Your breath mixes with his as you lean close. His nose nudges yours.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” You nod briefly, he leans into you and places his lips on yours. The kiss is gentle and sweet, his lips are soft and he tastes of mint. He pulls back with a smile.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Graham whispers, forehead resting against yours. You smile at him, eyes boring into his.

"Me too." You responded lips grazing his in another kiss. Love overflowing in your heart.

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supersupersuperdespair · 2 years

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SHUICHI SAIHARA - fluff alphabet headcannons

HEY HEY!! yea i‘m alive lol

anyway heres the shuichi fluff alphabet because i love shuichi so much

anyway hope you like it :)) -Mod Chiaki

FLUFF ALPHABET - SHUICHI SAIHARA

the amount of times i said awkward in this is unmatched 😤

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

♡ SO SO affectionate.

♡ He is so kind towards you and pretty much never gets mad.

♡ This emo boy is so pure omfg, get yourself a man who treats you right.

♡ Like Shuichi eheh

♡ He would show affection through actions since he’s a little too introverted to talk 💪💀

♡ kissing, hugging, (even if it’s awkward) etc

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

♡ Shuichi would be such an overprotective “parent” best friend

♡ always checking in on you to see if you’re okay

♡ your friendship started while at the library, of course because I’m just so creative 😎

♡ i mean like, he’s a shy boy so he’s in the corner alone reading a mystery novel or something (maybe even playing danganronpa *gasp*)

♡ You walk up to him all chill and look over like, “Oh, are you reading [____] ? I love that book!”

♡ And just like that, friends for life

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

♡ nothing is more wholesome than cuddling

♡ it’s too pure i might melt

♡ most of the time, you have to initiate it, but sometimes Shuichi will

♡ favourite cuddling position would either be “sweetheart cradle” or “intertwined”

♡ Shuichi doesn’t have anything against spooning

♡ but he’s a little too tall to be little spoon and we all know he’s a little spoon

♡ something cute and intimate that doesn’t really have a top or bottom (😀✋)

♡ help i want cuddles now

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

♡ he may not be the best cook (he’s trying ;-;)

♡ but he goes full Levi Ackerman when it comes to cleaning and house chores

♡ he leaves even Kirumi quaking

♡ If you’re at work and he’s at home the whole day, expect your house to be absolutely spotless when you walk in

♡ beds made

♡ dishes cleaned,

♡ floors sweeped etc

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

♡ lots of tears

♡ shu has already lost Kaede he doesn’t need to lose another loved one

♡ “it’s not your fault, you didn’t do anything i swear”

♡ will do everything in his power to make sure you guys remain friedns

♡ if not, he’ll keep all the photos and videos of you two

♡ sad boi hours :((((

♡ still tries to check in on you

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

♡ that’s a pretty big commitment and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to deal with it, even though he’d love to

♡ but after some thinking he decides after about 3 years that he’s ready

♡ Kaito and him arrange a special surprise thingo for you

♡ knowing Kaito, it’s probably something irresponsible if not dangerous

♡ (puting the ring in your food or something like that)

♡ looked really embarrassed as soon as you see

♡ you better say yes or Kaito’s gonna throw some hands 😱

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

♡ g-gentle please s-stop with the gentle 🥺😭

♡ i’m so sorry if i could spoil things on tumblr i would but it’s not discord ;-;

♡ anyway yes shuichi a very gentle boy

♡ idk what else to write help

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

♡ again, pretty awkward

♡ at first of course, but he starts to get used to it after a while

♡ probably not a fan of PDA

♡ but if you like it, he won’t complain

♡ hugs with Shuichi last for about 10 seconds ✨✨✨

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

♡ way too long

♡ like a year or 2

♡ little detective is too nervous, there are too many “what ifs”

♡ gets someone else to tell you instead

♡ or leaves a note on your desk telling you

♡ then runs away and disappears for a couple days

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

♡ Shuichi gets jealous really easily but doesn’t like to show it around other people

♡ honestly the mere sight of you interacting with another guy brings him to tears

♡ Shuichi is a yandere change my mind

♡ he’ll bring it up with you later and make it pretty clear to you

♡ don’t forget that your HIS s/o unless you want Shuichi to stab stab stab on your best friend

♡ maybe that’s just my weird yandere fantasies but soft Shu probably just confronts you and you hug and talk it out

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

♡ lil Shuichi loves forehead and cheek kisses the most.

♡ He won’t complain with anything else but we all have preference

♡ However kisses on the lips can last from 5 seconds to a minute

♡ very in the moment type kisses

♡ so cute

♡ i ran out of things to say

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

♡ Shuichi (unlike me) loves kids

♡ his dream is to have one with you later 🤭

♡ kids don’t like Shuichi very much though

♡ they think he’s weird and emo

♡ but his love for the little gremlins will most likely never change

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

♡ waking up to the sweet smell of ✨ f o o d ✨

♡ Shuichi made you breakfast ^-^

♡ as he is not the best cook, the kitchen is messy and the food isn’t top tier

♡ but it’s the thought that counts ya know???

♡ and since he pretty much knows everything about you, he knows exactly what you want

♡ you lie in bed and eat breakfast together

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

♡ cuddling and watching movies until 1 am

♡ oops

♡ mainly detective movies of course

♡ but Shuichi isn’t one to complain :)

♡ idk what to write anymore

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

♡ it would definitely take some time for Shuichi to open up about things

♡ but once he’s assured that he trusts you with personal info he’s very happy to start talking about specific issues

♡ rants at 2 am istg

♡ on the flip side, Shuichi’s always ALWAYS willing to listen to his s/o

♡ not much to say here hmm, get this man therapy he kinda needs it

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

♡ very patient

♡ and also very quiet

♡ it’s hard to tell if he’s actually being patient or just not complaining

♡ either way he’s calm and collected :)

♡ also patient when it comes to waiting in lines for food lmao

♡ i could never

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

♡ broski he’d remember everything about you

♡ from your favourite colour to your starbucks order

♡ he’d remember it all

♡ that’s a really important thing to him

♡ since it shows interest and care towards his s/o

♡ he honesty doesn’t mind if you’re forgetful pfft

♡ and as a detective he barely even needs to ask you

♡ probably just knows everything

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

♡ your first date

♡ THAT’S WHERE IT ALL STARTED CORRECT?

♡ why wouldn’t he remember it forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and- yeah you get it…

♡ you guys walking through the park, holding hands, and talking for hours

♡ that memory plays in his head 24/7

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

♡ well if we’re talking about my yandere fantasies then super protective

♡ BUT WE’RE NOT >:((((

♡ normal Shuichi is just the correct amount of protective

♡ he does give you freedom to do things with other people he’s not one of those dudes

♡ hanging out with other guys without him is a slightly different issue and it’s gonna take some time to make sure you’re trustworthy

♡ damn he just doesn’t wanna lose you that’s all

♡ anyway yeah he’s pretty good when it comes to security

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

♡ SO SO SO MUCH EFFORT OMFG

♡ literally gotta make sure everything is perfect otherwise what’s the point?!!?

♡ would spend all the money possible on dates

♡ gets you gifts every other day

♡ makes sure he puts all his energy into helping you

♡ doesn’t complain and we love that

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

♡ he doesn’t lke trying anything new

♡ so is often stuck towards things he’s already comfortable with

♡ but lots of people don’t like that

♡ he may do something slightly outside the box but it takes him a lot of courage to

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

♡ Shuichi’s a pretty insecure shy boy so he’s pretty self aware about his appearance

♡ is his hair alright?

♡ is there something on his face?

♡ is his eyeliner emo looking enough?

♡ ya know?

♡ please always assure him that he looks perfect the way he is

♡ or somethings gonna happen istg

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

♡ gurlllll what would this boy do without you omg

♡ without his s/o he is pretty much nothing

♡ it’s hard to go more than 24 hours without you

♡ #separation anxiety

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

♡ Shuichi is the worst at making that fake excited face when someone gives you a shit gift

♡ sorry but he’ll just be like, “i- um, ah thank you, i loOOOve it heh… heh… heh”

♡ like we all know just say you hate it

♡ rip </3

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

♡ Shuichi can’t really take rude jokes

♡ so if his s/o is kinda vulgar and rude to be “funny” maybe it won’t work out

♡ sarcasm is okay every now and then but it gets to a point where it’s just mean

♡ even if you don’t mean it, try not to

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

♡ Shuichi doesn’t sleep much, but when he does he sleeps for HOURS

♡ i feel like he’s also a blanket hog

♡ leave some blanket for your s/o Shu >:((((

well, that was difficult tbh

but i hope you liked it anyway!

im simp for shuichi a lot.

and the fact that him and leon have the same VA explains why i love both of them so much

anyway, ill try to write more in the future

bye <33 ^-^

#shuichi #shuichi saihara #shuichi saihara x reader #shuichi x reader #hc #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa #drv3 #x reader #x reader headcanons #shuichi headcannons #fluff alphabet #mod chiaki :)

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Headcanon: Theo + Protective MC

Hehehe so this wasn't a request buuuuut //shrugs.☺😅😅😅😅 Hehe Nemo-darling❤, this is what happens when you try and steal Zeta’s man😱🌩🌩! Be afraid be very afraid😤☺😳🥺! Hehe hope yall enjoy this random headcanon lol❤😳🥺

It was a pleasant evening

You and Theo were attending one of Comte’s lavish banquets together

Soft, soothing music echoed through the air as couples started to pair up for the first dance of the evening

You had been left to your own devices whilst Theo was busy networking.

That is when, from the corner of your eye, you spotted a group of women eyeing your man ＼(；￢_￢)

You were not exactly the jealous or possessive type.......so you let them be, keeping a close eye on them as you went about your business drinking champagne and talking to strangers

That is, until they grew bolder

You were joking around with Vincent when suddenly, you saw the first goose break free from the gaggle and make a beeline straight for Theo (who at this point was done networking and seeking you out for the first dance of the evening)🦢🦆

You narrowed your eyes and watched the interaction

You trusted Theo, the other woman not so much

And the role of jealous girlfriend was not one you were willing to be cast for

However

This particular queen bee didn't take no for an answer

Despite Theo’s harsh words and annoyed scowl

“Surely I am better than whatever woman you claim has stolen your heart”

(¬‿¬)

You moved closer, ready to clear up the misunderstanding ﾍ(◕‿◕✰)

But the moment the woman’s eyes fell upon you beside Theo, a wicked smirk lit up her face

( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ )

“I knew it! Someone like her doesn’t deserve to be with someone like you,” she stated all while wearing a teasing grin (*^｡^*)

Theo was about the intervene, throw in some rude comment but you beat him to it

“Oooh you wanna go, cause I am not afraid! I will serve you a WWE smackdown right here and now,” you threatened, eyes glaring daggers at the woman (⊹◕ʖ̯◕)

“Oh? And what do you think a twig-like you could do to me,” she goaded not backing down inching ever closer to Theo (¬‿¬)

“Stay away from my husband!” you finally barked out, grabbing hold of his hand and standing in front of him protectively (˵¯͒ བ¯͒˵)

“Your husband, you say? I don’t see a ring on your finger, dear,” she commented, mischievous twinkle in her eye and she continued to smile unphased by the threats (ᵔᴥᵔ)

“I’m warning you, I will take you down, 6 feet underground!” you yelped out, although on second glance you might need to change the expression considering the woman was at least 6’1 (⁎˃ᆺ˂)

Every moment the woman spent provoking you, you felt your blood boil

If you were the hulk, it would be in this exact moment that hulk mode would commence (●o≧д≦)o

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Headcanon: MC afraid of the dark feat: Theo, Leonardo, Arthur, Comte and Shakespeare

Hey, this is my first hc submission so bear with me haha :D

Y/n being afraid of the dark and the Ikevamp suitors comforting them. Preferably with Comte, Leo, Arthur, Theo, Dazai and our fav bunny boy Shakespeare if that’s not too much.

Thank you in advance (if you decide to do it, if not thats fine!) @pepsicola-zero

Hi hi love thanks a million for the request! ❤❤☺Eeeeep had so much fun writing it up for ya! I didn’t do it y/n style cause welllllllll //Shrugs, so I hope that’s okay!😅😅 also its been a while since ive done an HC😂😂😂😂 but anyways without further ado......

Theo

One night during a thunderstorm, a large bolt of lightning flashed through the sky, causing a power outage ⛈️ ⛈️

You usually slept with a small light in your room, courtesy of le Comte after you had mentioned to him that you were petrified of the dark 💡💡🕯️

However thanks to the storm and the power outage, the night light was no longer shining, leaving you sleeping peacefully in the pitch blackness. （─。─）

You woke up suddenly when a large bolt of lightning touched down ⚡⚡🌩

Panic and fear crept in when your wide open eyes saw nothing but pure darkness

エｴｪｪｪ(●’Д’●)ｪｪｪｴエ

What made matters worse was the storm raging outside your window.

Where flashes of lightning was the only momentary source of light ⚡⚡

What really had your heart beating out of your chest was the branch of the tree tapping on your window in the midst of the storm (╬⊙д⊙) 🌲 🌲

With one final rumble of thunder, you hopped out of bed. ⛈️ 🗲

Adrenaline rushed through your body, as you ran through the hallways to the door of an all too familiar room ε==ε==(ﾉ゜д゜)ﾂ

You wasted no time in slamming open the door |д･)

“Hondje what do you think you are doing up this late, puppies need their sleep.” ఠ ͟ಠ

Theo was still awake, finishing up the last of his paperwork under the light of an old fashioned oil lamp 🕯️〆(･ω･*)

You turned to go back to your room, but the moment your eyes settled on the black darkness of the hallway, you turned back to Theo

（>﹏<）

Wordlessly you stood in his doorway (ಥ﹏ಥ)

This time Theo looked up from his work to see the fear painted across your face (◍•﹏•)

He stood up abruptly with a sigh, “Tsk, don’t tell me you’re afraid of a thunderstorm.” (≖╻≖；)

He crossed the room and looked down at you, waiting for an answer

ಠ_ಠ (ಥ﹏ಥ)

You gently shook your head, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

ԅ། , ◔ ﹏ ◔ , །ᓄ

Ocean blue eyes softened as he carefully lifted your chin, “Then what has my little pup, shaking with fear.” ಠ⌣ಠ

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Sandcastles in the Sand

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairings: Jumin x Reader

Genre: Fluffffff

Words: 1300+

Comments: Eeeeek here is my second piece for the RBB! @mysme-rbb gaaah I had so much fun collaborating with the extremely talented @qruinee! Eeeep this was definitely a fun challenge! Hope yall enjoy and have the best day! Also, Check out @Qruinee's insta for more amazing art! ❤❤❤😳💐! Like duuuuuude i wish I could make art this pretty! Eeeeeek

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Suppose you had told Jumin 7 years ago that he would now be sitting knee-deep— wearing his crisp black suit —in a sandpit, building sandcastles. In that case, he might have laughed straight in your face and questioned your sanity.

Yet here he was, once pristine suit covered by a mountain of sand, blazer and dress shoes long ago discarded to hang on a nearby jungle gym, as his daughter continued to dig trenches around his legs.

“Daddy daddy, look,” your daughter squealed in delight at the makeshift castle she managed to construct atop Jumin’s leg. Albeit to the untrained eye to be a hefty heap of sand— to the wondrous rose-coloured glasses of a 5-year-old— it was a palace, with ginormous walls, protected by a moat filled with the deadest alligators.

A soft smile played on Jumin’s lips, his eyes filled with adoration as he gazed down at his darling daughter. “I believe we are missing the most important part,” he said with a widening smile.

Bright eyes widened in question as she leaned forward to give her sandy castle a quick once over. “But daddy? Everything is here! See there is the princess, here is the door and, look, look, I even have a little dog,” she beamed while explaining every detail to her father—even going as far as to picking up the little plastic toy and bringing it closer to Jumin to proudly show it off.

He chuckled, steel-grey eyes searching the nearby area for the finishing touches when finally he spotted it— a bright pink daisy gently moving with the summer breeze. He plucked it from the edge of the sandpit, twirling the flower between his fingertips before finally securing it at the highest point of the heap, “there! perfect!”

“Eeeep, I love it!” She squealed, happily clapping her hands at the little addition her father had made to the castle.

Suddenly a familiar tune filled the air— the brightly coloured local ice cream truck doing its daily rounds came into view. Your daughter whipped her head around, and the moment she spotted the giant ice cream cone in the distance, she shot up. The sand palace was long forgotten as she now eagerly tugged on Jumin’s hand to pull him to stand.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy, can we get an ice cream, pleaaaase,” she asked with a puffed out bottom lip and hopeful eyes. Another pleasantry you would never catch Jumin dead doing— his past self viewed it as peasant food, so to say, unnecessary, providing zero nutritional value whatsoever and an overall waste. But not this Jumin— oh no— not when his daughter looked at him with gleaming eyes, face lit up in excitement, practically bouncing up and down in delight.

He had to shake his head and chuckle at himself— the little girl certainly had him wrapped around her little finger.

His features softened as he looked up at his daughter from the sandpit below with a gentle smile, “we’d better hurry then; it is by my estimation that they will be passing by soon.”

His words prompting her to tug a little harder on his big hand, delicate brows furrowed in frustration at her father’s purposeful slow actions. “Hurry, hurry! Daaaaaad, come on!” She exclaimed in exasperation as Jumin carefully dusted the sand off his black trousers— in an attempt to make himself somewhat presentable.

The five-year-old—without a care in the world for being completely covered in sand— was now pushing and pulling at him, with one singular goal in mind— ice cream.

“Shoes first,” came his stern yet gentle words met by yet another huff of frustration. She wasted no time at all, retrieving her small black leather shoes— perfectly littered with tiny self-drawn cat doodles— mimicking her father’s movements to put them on her feet. She was buzzing with zeal, gently shaking Jumin by the shoulders, filled with nothing but adrenaline and impatience— the complete contrast of her father.

He was down on one knee, gentle eyes peering down at her. “Do you remember how to tie your laces?” he asked in his calm, relaxed voice. With an animated nod, they spoke together— each taking a set of laces of their own— and repeating the familiar rhyme, “the bunny goes around the garden, through the hole and out the other side.” The last of the words were practically yelled in anticipation, as the moment the rhyme ended, she was back on her feet, tugging Jumin along.

He chuckled happily, eyes creasing in the corners as he allowed himself to be whisked off by her tiny hands tightly wrapped around his finger. She practically skipped toward the waiting truck, excitement building up with each step closer. “I want to get chocolate, strawberry and a scoop of caramel flavour.”

Glimmering eyes gazed up at Jumin,” what flavour are u gonna get?”

He contemplated for a moment before a teasing smile befell his face, “just plain vanilla.”

Your daughter scrunched her face up in judgement, bitterly repeating the words back, “just Vanilla.” Jumin chuckled at her reaction, quirking a brow with an easy smile, “and what’s wrong with vanilla? Why I think it’s a fine flavour, not too sweet and just subtle enough not to be too overpowering.”

“Uhuh,” she responded dubiously, eyes lighting up the moment they came to a stop before the truck. Her eyes scanned the menu, fingers moving deftly from Jumin grasp and up onto the counter, where she hoised herself up further so she could get a better look.

Jumin scooped her up into his arms ⁠with a soft smile —earning him a delightful squeal from her. She narrowed her eyes— mind racing to decipher the letters and words strung together. Despite arriving at the ice cream truck with her desired flavours in mind, like the wind, she changed her mind without a moment’s notice.

She contemplated, long and hard, brows pulling together much like her fathers did when he was busy thinking. Until. Finally. She spotted a picture on the kiddies menu that piqued her interest. With one hand tugging on Jumin shirt’s collar and the other eagerly pointing towards the picture, the decision was made, and the deal was struck.

“Two purrfect ice creams please,” came the order from Jumin— while his features were calm and stoic, his smoky eyes gave away his own excitement bubbling in his chest.

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Headcanon: Theo + Artist Reader

Hello there darling! I hope you wouldn’t mind if I drop in a request? :3 I would like to request Headcanons of Theo if you don’t mind~ ❤️ How would he react to an artist reader who made art of him and showed it to him, but starts crying because they thought he wouldn’t like it? I hope this ask isn’t too much, it’s just that I love him to pieces ❤️ Thank you! @sweettangy

Hi Hi Dear!❤❤❤ Eeeeeep thank you so much for the request! Hehehe also thanks for waiting sooo long!❤❤ ❤ So here ya go........

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You were an incredibly talented artist, and you honestly loved to draw, sketch and paint

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

You were overjoyed when you first came to the mansion and was surrounded by so many great figures and artists ❣╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯❣

One of them being Vincent! (♡ >ω< ♡)

You had loved his works since you were but a wee lil child.

So imagine your surprise when you also discovered that his younger brother, actually was just as passionate, if not more passionate about art then you were ◑.◑

It was something you and the young Dutchman spent hours and house chatting about and bonding over❤

ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

Different artists, art styles, techniques and of course, how much art had changed through the ages 🖼🎨

What the younger van Gogh didn’t know was that you were actually an artist just like his older brother. ≡≡≡≡φ(＾∇＾*)

The way Theo lit up whenever he spoke about art was downright beautiful and inspiring, and well you couldn’t help but want to fill pages and pages in your sketchbook, trying to capture his radiant brilliance

✲ﾟ｡.(✿╹◡╹)ﾉ☆.｡₀:*ﾟ✲ﾟ*:₀｡

You must have sketched his gorgeous features a thousand time throughout the month

＿ﾍ(◕‿◕✰)

One day you and the two Dutch brothers were out taking king for a walk in one of Vincent’s favourite flower fields (◕▿◕✿)

Vincent set up his easel and started painting the lush field of flowers, while Theo went about playing with his energetic ball of fluff ໒(◉ᴥ◉)७

The sight of Theo tacking King to the ground and then being attacked by an array of loving kisses from the dog had your heart downright melting

Inspiration hit! (≧∀≦)

And all you could think about doing was painting the scene before you

“Vincent?” you tapped the blond Dutch on the shoulder in hopes that he wasn’t already too absorbed in his painting (〃ω〃)

“Hmmm” he hummed back, turning to look at you with a sunshine smile

✿◕ ‿ ◕✿

“Could I perhaps borrow some scrap paper and pencils,” you asked shyly as your face flushed red ≧☉_☉≦

The older brother was more than happy to share his art supplies with you!

You low key went to his room that night and asked if you could borrow a few more of his art supplies cause you really wanted to paint the scene you had sketched out earlier

This angel was overjoyed!

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Hehehe also cause im too lazy to pop this in ya ask boxes so ima just tag a few lovely dears who ima arrest for being too sweet❤❤😆🥰☺😳 @readerinsertfanfiction @silhouette-of-a-dream @masamune-archive @kamesama @who-ever-said-i-was-nice @kisara-16 @truth-be-told-im-lying @ieyasuwu @cheese-ception oooh and @venulus love you cuties! Hehe i also tag anyone who sees this! Sending ya a hug☺🤗🤗🤗🌈❤❤❤

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Well that is that about that

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