hii, yes, im okay!! thanks for worrying <3 im just a bit overwhelmed with uni+ mental health stuff, but ill soon get back to writing! i miss it lol, so as soon as i feel a bit more motivated and have more time, ill post aaalll my pending requests and finish the mha smau!!!
hello this is my first time requesting udgshshshs can I get an arranged marriage au with Fyodor x fem! reader where she has massive crush on him but he doesn't like her one bit, she tries to win him over with presents and things but to no avail until one day Fyodor has enough and snaps at him. Reader is like super hurt obvi and finally distances herself away, Fyodor thinks he'll be fine but he's uncomfortable with how distant the reader is and tries to find out what's wrong by getting closer to her. Slowly, she's falling out of love of him while he's falling for her.
feel free to ignore this :>
this was SO fun to write!! sorry for the delay, and thanks for requesting! hope this meets your expectations :3
𖦹 Don't Overcomplicate
fyodor dostoevsky x fem!reader
It was obvious Fyodor didn't like you. You doubted he could even stand your presence.
You didn't expect him to love you. You knew he wouldn't.
From the start, you made yourself aware of what your relationship was—nothing. A simple move for money, for status. You shouldn't have expected anything.
To him, it was nothing more than a convenient arrangement, part of a plan.
To you, it was much more.
You didn't remember when or how you fell for him. Maybe it was months after your wedding, the domesticity of sharing a home messing with your head. Or perhaps it was the same day you got married. You weren't sure.
What you did know, however, was that you loved him.
Everything was confusing. It wasn't like he tried to be a good husband. He was just polite. Careful.
But there was something about his cold, detached nature that attracted you.
You knew you couldn't make him love you back. But you still tried. Every day, you tried.
Mornings greeted with breakfast already on the table, quick checkups when he worked too much, a blanket over his shoulders when he fell asleep at his desk.
He never said thank you.
"I brought you some tea," you said, voice soft.
You left the teacup on the desk, offering him a tiny smile.
"You shouldn't have troubled yourself," he said, smiling back, though it never reached his eyes.
You dismissed his words with a quick shake of your head.
"Are you, uh... going to bed soon?" you asked, unsure of your own intentions.
Fyodor and you shared a bed, but you were never close enough for your bodies to touch.
Actually, the only time you'd touched him was during your wedding ceremony.
"I'm afraid I'll take a while," he replied, his gaze already back on the papers in front of him.
You nodded shortly.
"Alright. Good night," you muttered, deciding not to wait for him. It was pointless, anyway.
"Good night."
As you changed into your nightwear, you felt that familiar pit in your stomach.
You got in bed, letting the sheets envelop you completely, as if they could comfort you.
It was a shame they couldn't. Nothing could.
You felt frustrated.
How could you have someone so close yet so far at the same time?
You had to live with the desire to touch him, to hold him, to tell him everything you felt, but you were forced to simply watch him.
You kept trying, with the hope that, one day, he'd acknowledge you, maybe even love you back.
But each time you did something for him, or tried to start a conversation, his jaw seemed to tense just slightly.
Until one day, he snapped.
He hadn't meant to, really. But you were constantly on him, trying to talk to him, to tend to his necessities.
He didn't want that. He wanted you to understand what all of this was.
"We are not an actual couple," he said, and the way he said your name afterwards broke you.
"I, eh, I know," you muttered.
"Then stop this."
His tone caught you off-guard. It was sharper, more intimidating.
"... Stop... what?" you said, your voice faltering.
"Do not play dumb with me," he warned, and you felt a chill run down your spine. "You and I only married because of convenience. Do us both a favor and quit whatever you are poorly trying to attempt."
"... I don't..."
He cut you off by calling your name, again.
"Let's not overcomplicate things."
You were quiet for a moment, then nodded.
"Yes. Sorry."
Since then, you stopped trying to show him you cared, like he'd asked.
No more thoughtful details in his breakfast, no more surprise checkups, and no more warm blankets when he fell asleep working.
You stopped trying to start conversations, stopped asking when he'd go to bed.
Just like he asked.
At first, it was relieving. He didn't have to worry himself with an enamored fake wife whose feelings were definitely unrequited.
He could work, read or simply exist peacefully without interruptions. No footsteps outside his office. No soft voice calling his name. No cups of tea cooling on his desk.
You took his words seriously. Too seriously.
Fyodor didn't realize when, but he started to feel a discomfort he couldn't quite describe.
It was as annoying as when you used to come greet him with a smile when he came back home, maybe even more.
It became worse when he sat on the couch and you weren't there trying to make conversation, and when he sat at the table and the notes in your handwriting that came along with lunch were gone.
You still spoke to him, of course. But the warmth in your voice was missing.
"Would you like dinner?"
"Later," he'd answer.
And that was it. That was all.
He told himself it was ideal. Finally, things were simpler. He didn't have to worry about your feelings anymore.
But every time you passed him in the hallway, not even sparing him a glance, he noticed.
One evening, he returned home to find you asleep on the couch, a book still open in your hands.
You looked peaceful.
For some reason he couldn't explain, his chest tightened.
He walked closer, his eyes never leaving your sleeping form. Then, a hand moved to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
Your skin was warm. Comfortable.
He quickly withdrew his hand. What was he thinking?
That night, he couldn't sleep.
Everything made sense, suddenly.
Why he'd been less productive lately, why it irritated him so much that you didn't talk to him, why his heart beat a little faster at night, when your back was almost touching his.
He couldn't admit it until now. He'd fallen for you.
Since then, he noticed everything.
How you hummed a soft tune when you cooked. How you put mascara on every day. How expressive you were when reading.
He finally noticed you.
He also noticed that you'd now avoid any unnecessary interaction with him. And it bothered him.
How could you switch from barely letting him breathe to ignoring him completely so easily?
"You're awfully quiet lately," he remarked one day.
You hummed softly, your gaze still on the book in your hands.
"You asked me to be."
That only made him want your attention even more.
He started talking to you. Subtly, he thought, but you quickly caught on.
He never asked how your day was before, or if you'd eaten, or if you had any plans.
Now, he wanted to know everything.
You stayed true to your word. You said you'd stop, so you did.
Each time he tried to start a conversation, you replied with short, one-syllable phrases. When he offered to cook dinner, you simply shook your head. When he brought you tea while you were reading, you smiled politely.
"You shouldn't have troubled yourself."
You were exactly what he'd asked you to be, and he hated it.
He'd asked you to stop loving him, to stop chasing him.
Now, it was his turn to chase someone who no longer looked back.
I loved the headcanon of an innocent and naive girl. You write beautifully for BSD characters! Could I request the same with other characters? Choose any! But I would find it interesting with Hunting Dogs, and incredibly fun with the ADA characters. You write amazingly! I love your BSD content! Feel free to ignore this request! Bye, I love you!! ❤️❤️
i'm finally answering requests again, yay. sorry for how long this took, and thank you sosososo much for requesting!! i hope this meets your expectations ><
𖦹 BSD with a sweetheart reader
Hunting Dogs + ADA
DOA version
☆ SAIGIKU JOUNO
at first he tried to subtly ´test´ your innocence. you wouldn't notice, of course.
he was slightly surprised when he concluded that you were, in fact, just that innocent.
he's a little rude. he likes making fun of your naivety.
keeps you away from situations where your naivety could put you in danger.
your sweetness grounds him in a way he doesn't fully understand. it irritates and fascinates him equally.
☆ TETCHOU SUEHIRO
kinda oblivious, it didn't even cross his mind that you were 'too naive' until Jouno pointed it out.
then he was like "shit you're right".
goes into bodyguard mode.
when you don't understand something, he takes his time explaining it to you.
very straightforward.
he finds your gentleness admirable.
☆ MICHIZO TACHIHARA
tries to act casual, but he's hyper-aware of everything around you.
what if someone tries to take advantage of you?
will make fun of your naivety, but won't let anyone else do it.
squishes your face constantly. he thinks the face you make is super cute.
lowkey secretive? he really doesn't want to get you into any sketchy thing he's gotten into.
☆ OSAMU DAZAI
flirting since day one. became even more interested when you didn't catch onto everything he said.
teases you endlessly. he likes to fluster you.
finds your sweetness healing. like genuinely.
"they can fix me"
actually terrified of corrupting you. he doesn't want you to become similar to him in any way.
☆ DOPPO KUNIKIDA
a bit skeptical at first? but you're so pure it doesn't last long.
constantly lecturing you for not being 'careful' enough.
so easy to fluster. anything you say with that sweet voice of yours makes him blush like crazy.
as time goes by, your gentle nature softens his rigid worldview, just slightly.
☆ RANPO EDOGAWA
loves exaggerating his intelligence in front of you.
you're always amazed by the simplest things. you'll listen to him ramble and give him the cutest reactions.
makes sure you both feel and are safe at all times.
he likes to rest his head on your shoulder while eating snacks and listening to you.
he says your voice calms him.
☆ AKIKO YOSANO
she isn't constantly protecting you. she knows you can take care of yourself.
however, if someone does hurt you, she'll fix it.
doesn't coddle you—she'll tell you to toughen up, but still appreciates your purity.
loves when she flirts with you and you don't get it.
your love is so pure it baffles her, but also makes her want to love you just as gently.
☆ ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA
this man fell in love with you as soon as he saw you.
he's a little overwhelmed by your kindness. he's not used to being treated so gently.
you become his anchor, the way you believe in him gives him strength.
always worried. not a single day goes by that he isn't freaking out.
even if you've been together for a while, he still gets flustered when you compliment him.
Could you please write some headcanons or scenario with fem reader who is into science? Like she adores the theory of relativity, quantum physics and can chat endlessly about it. With Sigma
hey... guess who's back...
yeah, so, i took a while to answer this request and i'm genuinely sorry. i don't really have an excuse, just that i was trying to get into college and all that. so, yeah, sorry.
apologies aside, i looveee this. i actually love science, and i'm doing a physics degree, so i deeply relate to this :3
𖦹 Observation
sigma x reader
Sigma loved you.
Not just loved you—he adored you. You were everything to him.
He loved waking up next to you in the morning, the way you grabbed his hand and played with his fingers, how you carefully brushed his hair at night.
But most of all, he loved how you would rant about science.
He didn't understand half of the things you said, and definitely didn't have the passion you had for the universe itself. But he did enjoy listening to you.
You were intelligent—extremely so, and he was amazed by how much your mind could hold, and how effortlessly you spilled that knowledge into ordinary moments.
"Did you know that quantum particles don't really exist until someone looks at them?" you said one day.
You were sitting at the table, your head resting on your palm as you watched Sigma doing the dishes.
"It's called observation."
"Ah... Really?" he mumbled, looking at you over his shoulder.
You nodded excitedly, your hand dropping to the table.
"Do you know about Schrödinger's cat?"
That he remembered. You'd told him about Schrödinger before, more than once.
"The cat in the box, right?" he asked, turning back to continue cleaning.
"Yeah! You remember," you said, grinning.
He looked at you, again, and smiled.
"You can tell me again."
He’d listen to you explain it a thousand times if it meant seeing that light in your eyes.
One night, you were watching a movie, cuddling on the couch. Sigma was half-sitting, half-laying, leaning on the armrest. You were laying on him, your head against his shoulder and your hand playing with his fingers.
"... We're not actually touching," you muttered, your eyes on your intertwined hands.
He looked down at you, gaze flickering between your face and your hands.
"No?"
You shook your head.
"Electrons repel each other. You never truly touch anything."
Then, on a Tuesday morning, you started talking about thermodynamics while you made coffee.
Sigma was half asleep as he sat at the kitchen table, trying to make sense of your words.
"Entropy always increases, which means everything drifts towards disaster."
"Uh-huh," he nodded, rubbing one of his eyes.
"But life still exists. Isn't that amazing?"
You sat down in front of him, the biggest smile on your face.
He nodded, smiling as well, but not for the same reason as you.
He couldn't care less about entropy, or electrons, or quantum physics.
But he did care about you, and how passionate you were about all that.
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When is the next part of the Shigaraki fic?? miss it so bad
im still working on it!! im trying to organise the story and divide it into chapters to have an idea of how many are left. ill try to post the next one as soon as possible! 💘
hii !! i loved ur writin n noticed reqs opened !! would u mind if i requested bsd fyodor, dazai, nikolai n whoever else youd like with an angel reader ? thank u so much !!
sorry for taking soooo longg to answer this request 💔💔 i PROMISE ill be more active. also sorry bc this is really short
𖦹 Fyodor, Nikolai and Dazai with an Angel Reader
☆ FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY
fascinated and perhaps disturbed.
your existence defies his view of sin.
at first, he watched you more than he interacted with you. you confused him, made him feel a little threatened by your soothing personality.
discreetly tries to break your angelic composure.
deep down, you unsettle him.
quietly protective. you never realize that he's keeping you safe.
☆ NIKOLAI GOGOL
immediately obsessed.
he loves that you're so pure, completely opposite to him.
he finds you really funny. not because you try to be funny, but it's the fact that you don't that makes you hilarious.
you're so calm— he can't decide if he wants to destroy your peace or bask in it.
likes to pluck your wings' feathers. for no reason at all.
asks if you've ever been to heaven. you can't tell if he's being serious or if he's joking.
crushing but will play it off as a joke until someone else shows any kind of interest in you.
☆ OSAMU DAZAI
caught his attention immediately. an angel? there?
constantly flirting. and shameless about it, too.
torn between wanting to protect you and wanting to corrupt you.
absolutely in love with your wings. he's fascinated by them.
lays his head on your lap when he's overwhelmed. you hum or touch his head, and he goes quiet.
a/n: it's my birthday!! so as a birthday gift for myself, im back with a smau of my husband.
now fr, sorry for disappearing for like 2 months, i had no motivation + bad mental health. ill try to post more often, but i really can't promise ill be active again suddenly. i'm working on answering requests. then, ill re-open them 🫶
You waited outside the café for Shimura to arrive. It had been around 10 minutes already, but you'd shown up early because of how nervous you were.
Once he arrived, you swore your heart stopped beating. He looked even prettier, if it was even possible.
"Hey," he said with his pretty voice. "Sorry for keeping you waiting."
You shook your head lightly, giving him a reassuring smile.
"Don't worry. I wasn't waiting for long."
That awkward silence that happened to always interrupt your conversations appeared again.
You fiddled with your fingers. Shimura scratched his neck.
"So..." he started, his gaze not even on you. "Do you wanna go in?"
"Ah, yes. Yeah, let's go inside," you nodded, stepping aside to let him go in first.
Unfortunately, he thought of the same thing, stepping aside too.
It took some seconds for the two of you to react.
"You first-" you both said at the same time, welcoming silence again.
A moment later, he raised his hand, motioning for you to step inside.
You nodded, entering the café as confidently as you could.
You were doing this. Yeah. Head up, feet steady, don't hesitate.
You did great.
Except for the fact that you didn't hold the door open for him, causing it to close in his face.
"Shit- Sorry," you said quickly, holding the door before it closed completely.
He shook his head, coming inside.
"Don't worry."
You sat at a table far from prying eyes. You weren't sure if there were any, but you felt people watching.
Silence fell once again. Uncomfortable. Tense.
Say something. Anything. Come on, say something.
"We haven't really... bought anything," Shimura said, making you look up at him. "To eat, I mean."
"Ah, yeah. We should," you nodded.
But neither of you moved.
You didn't know what you imagined, but it definitely wasn't this.
So awkward, so silent, so tense.
You fiddled with your fingers. Shimura scratched his neck.
"Do you want a coffee?" he asked, voice quiet and unsure.
"I don't drink coffee," you answered.
After a moment, you realized you should keep the conversation going.
"Do you?"
"Not really," he said.
Silence. Again.
"Do you like... milkshakes?" he asked.
You hummed, nodding.
"I'll get one for you."
"No need-"
"It's no big deal," he cut you off, shaking his head.
You hesitated before speaking again.
*This is date, right? It's fine. This is normal.*
"Sure," you offered him a little smile, before adding, "strawberry milkshake. Please."
He nodded. "Do you want anything else?"
You shook your head, and he got up to walk over to the counter.
In the meantime, you texted your friends.
As you put your phone down, he left a milkshake in front of you and sat down.
You stared at it. He didn't get anything for himself.
"Thanks," you mumbled, hesitantly taking a sip.
You couldn't just drink it when he wasn't drinking anything.
The silence was almost deafening this time.
You fiddled with your fingers. Shimura scratched his neck.
"Hey," his voice made you look up, and you were met with his infuriatingly perfect reddish eyes. "Have you seen the new, uh... Minecraft update?"
"Oh, yeah," you said, nodding.
Conversation wasn't as hard as you thought. Once you started talking about something, other topics started coming up naturally.
Shimura was fun to talk to. You laughed a lot with him.
A while after you finished your milkshake, you decided to leave. It was getting late, and the café would close soon.
Still, neither of you really wanted the date to end there, so the walk home took way longer than it should have.
Halfway through it, the conversation died, leaving you with that silence again.
Only this time, it felt lighter. Less awkward.
Once you arrived at your house, you turned to say goodbye.
"It was nice," you said, giving him a small smile.
"Yeah. I had fun," he nodded.
"Me too."
You hesitated. Should you thank him? Leave? Kiss him?
You really wanted to kiss him.
You didn't know how to kiss, though. You'd never been in this situation before.
You were getting nervous again, your fingers already brushing over each other.
Fuck it.
"Hey, Shimura."
As soon as he looked up at you, you kissed his cheek. It was brief, quick — you couldn't have handled anything more than that.
You pulled back just as fast, already turning towards the door.
"Let's do it again sometime. Good night!"
You got in and shut the door behind you, letting out a shaky breath you hadn't realized you were holding.
Outside, Shimura stood there, unmoving, hands limp at his sides.
a/n: sorry for taking soooo long with this chapter. i have absolutely no motivation. also, requests are closed just because of that. ive got like 5 more to answer. then ill open them again. again, sorry 💔💔
anyways, here are the extras :3
shimura stood outside your house for another 5 minutes.
hitoshi saw it. it's safe to say you won't be left alone for a good while.
when he got home, shimura typed like 10 messages and sent you none.
hii i really like your writing ! :D tbhh i got so excited when i saw that you followed me because you seem so so cool and we also share a lot of interests
i saw that you did bsd and obey me headcanons a while back so im assuming you’ll accept requests for headcanons. i was wondering if you could please write some general dating headcanons for solomon and/or simeon from obey me ? that’s super vague but if it helps, i was thinking like fluff headcanons (like the sort of dates they’d take their s/o on, their love languages, etc).
haiiii, thank u for requesting!! i love doing headcanons hehe. you seem soooo sososo cool too!!
i tried to do this as best as i could, but i've never ever ever writen ANYTHING for solomon, so it might be a bit ooc
𖦹 SOLOMON and SIMEON relationship headcanons
✩ SOLOMON:
he'll cook for you, even if you insist he REALLY doesn't have to.
you eat it anyways.
he'll guide you through the devildom. he's been there for a good while.
very clingy. like very clingy.
you've just arrived home after spending time with him and he's already texting you how much he misses you.
i don't think he'd use many pet names.
except he's done something. then he's all like "my love", "darling", "my dear".
sometimes, he gets sentimental. you manage to get to the most human part of him. you make hin feel human again.
he will cry about it thank you very much.
definitely likes PDA. not the kind that's annoying to other people, but enough so it's clear that you're dating.
dates with him definitely include potion-making and stargazing.
sometimes they're very sudden, other times he plans them carefully.
i feel like his love language is either physical touch or words of affirmation.
he's not scared to show or say how he feels about you.
and it feels so nice when you tell him you love him, so why not do the same?
✩ SIMEON:
his love languages are definitely acts of service and words of affirmation.
he's always doing stuff for you: carrying your things, opening doors for you, cooking your favorite foods...
as for the latter, he's been complimenting you and expressing his love and devotion for you since the first day.
when he confessed to you, it was detailed enough, but he just keeps getting more and more romantic since then.
reading dates!
please help him with his D.D.D.
and technology in general.
reads you whatever he writes and asks for your opinion!
i don't think he'd be much into physical sutff; he is an angel after all.
however, holding your hand or cuddling from time to time is not something he's opposed to.
he uses more traditional pet names, like sweetheart, darling, or honey.
he's very gentle with anything regarding you. extremely gentle.
he's completely and eternally devoted to you. like actually.
Can you write fyodor with a female reader who becomes demon when she gets angry (black horns and tail comes out, etc.)?( Fyodor finds this state of him very attractive)
hiii!! ik i took sooo long to answer this request, but im having some personal problems. still, im trying to reply to every request as fast as i can!
𖦹 Divine Rage
fyodor dostoevsky
You had trouble controlling your ability. You had tried to learn, practiced and trained to be able to master it.
However, it always activated when you got angry.
Whenever you started feeling the heat inside you, your brain clogged with rage, those black horns were already visible. Tall, curved, imposing.
It didn't help that you got mad often.
You tried everything to keep it in check, but nothing worked. Your ability was far more powerful than you.
You were used to people not liking it. Hating it, even.
Very few people understood that you didn't mean to use your ability, and those who did found it uncomfortable, awkward.
Upon realising you couldn't control it, you tried to learn to be calmer. To not get so angry so often.
When you met Fyodor, you did just that—try to control your temper. It wasn't easy, but you managed, somehow.
Until one day, you couldn't.
It escaped you. The anger, the rage.
You didn't mean to let it out.
The effect was immediate—black horns, long tail, your eyes a bit more reddish.
To your surprise, he didn't flinch. Didn't frown or look scared either.
He kept his cool, like he always did.
His purple eyes didn't narrow, they weren't judging you.
He was only looking. Looking at you. Like you hadn't changed, like you were still you.
It caught you off guard. You weren't sure what you were expecting.
Fear. Disgust. A step back, at least.
But he came closer.
His eyes travelled from the dark horns to your face, down your body, finishing at the thin tail you kept between your legs, like a scared dog.
"So this is what they fear," he murmured, his gaze back on your face.
"I didn't mean to-"
He interrupted you, his hand raising in a gentle gesture to quiet you.
"I never asked you to suppress yourself."
You blinked. Once, twice. No one had ever said that to you. Instead, they told you to hide it, to control it.
Fyodor tilted his head ever so slightly, the ghost of a smile on his lips.
"You look rather beautiful like this."
His voice was calm, a far cry from the way others spoke to you.
"You- I... You're not... scared? Disgusted?" you asked, the words coming out shaky from both surprise and not knowing how honest he was being. "You don't find it... monstrous?"
"Monstrous?" he repeated, a soft, barely there chuckle escaping him. "Not at all. More like divine rage in human form."
You looked at him as if you had seen a ghost. Was he serious?
He took another step closer, his hand coming up to brush his fingers over one of the horns.
"Tell me. How much of this power have you really tasted?"
You didn't answer, too stunned to form a coherent sentence.
"I wonder how much stronger you can become... when you stop fearing it."
His gaze looked with yours and, again, you didn't see fear.
Instead, you saw something more dangerous. Curiosity. Delight.
i will write: character x reader, one shots, smaus, full fics, oc x oc (my ocs lool).
i won't write: smut, character x character, character x oc, incest, adult x minor, weird stuff like teacher x student or step parent x step child/ step sibling x step sibling.
i write for:
attack on titan, my hero academia, chainsaw man, jujutsu kaisen, death note, demon slayer, bungo stray dogs, blue lock, haikyuu, witch hat atelier, harry potter, supernatural, squid game, alice in borderland, sally face, mystic messenger, obey me.
Hello! How are you? If it's not a bother, I'd like to ask for a reaction from the BSD guys (any, but based on my request, I'd like DOA) to a female reader who's a sweetheart? She's very kind, naive, and innocent. Although it's cute because of her delicacy... it can be worrying because she doesn't see the bad intentions of others and believes any stranger, because for her... people don't lie, right? And if you want to do a scenario, or whatever. You could have her make them a flower crown to unite them!If you don't like this request, that's fine! Thanks for reading! You write beautifully~ ❤️
hii!! sorry for taking SO LONG 💔💔 anyways i loved this request. i originally wanted to add bram and fukuchi, but i have no idea how to write them in character, sorry 😞
𖦹 DOA with a sweetheart reader
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Sigma.
ADA + Hunting Dogs version
☆ FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY
he probably finds it either really amusing or pitiful.
such a naive person is perfect for him, so easy to manipulate and use as he wishes.
slightly surprised when you don't question anything.
like literally
oddly attached, but he'll barely show that, and only in private.
once you two get together, you'd be under very very strict protection.
very controlling, specially since you don't seem to notice.
sweet gestures, but very subtle.
luckily, for you it's more than enough. your innocence makes you think everything he does for you is sweet, so you don't expect big gestures.
which is great, because he will not show his affection widely.
When you show him a flower crown, with different, bright colors, he blinks.
"And what may this be?" he asks, not really understanding the purpose of your creation.
"A flower crown! For you," you say, holding it out to him.
He takes it, staring at it for a moment. If your plan is for him to wear it, you've chosen some... bold colors.
"Put it on!" you say, smiling like a kid.
"... I appreciate the gift, but I fear I am not accustomed to wearing... things like this."
"Oh, please," you plead, giving him your best pout. "Just for a moment?"
He sighs, and looks at the crown again. Then, reluctantly, gives in and puts it on his head.
Your smile widens, something he didn't believe was posible, and he can't help the way his lips twitch upwards.
"You look great! You should keep it on," you say, clasping your hands together.
He lets out a huff of laughter, and takes the crown off.
You pout again, but it isn't enough to make him wear it again.
However, unknown to you, he keeps it secured in a small box. He knows the flowers won't last long, but he keeps them anyway.
☆ NIKOLAI GOGOL
you're so adorable!
his favourite thing in the whole world.
he'd love to tease you, both before and after getting together.
shameless. absolutely shameless.
high-key obsessed.
your naivety is so entertaining to him. he finds it hilarious.
really likes to confuse you.
you're just so cute when you tilt your head and raise an eyebrow, he can't help it.
he likes to say very questionable things just to see how you'd react.
you're perfect for him, really.
Gasps loudly as soon as you show him the crown.
"For me?!" he exclaims, absolutely overjoyed.
"Mhm!" you hum, nodding.
He takes it and immediately puts it on, smiling widely.
"Do I look like a princess?" he asks, and you giggle.
"Oh, yeah."
He refuses to take it off. Doesn't care who sees him with it, he has no shame.
He tries to make you one as well, but it doesn't go well.
You try to teach him and, when the second crown he makes also ends up in a tangled mess, he gives up with a dramatic sigh.
☆ SIGMA
so protective. he understands what's like to be lost and vulnerable, even if you don't realize you are.
so worried. he'd go out of his way to try to keep you any dangers. he's always wondering where you are, who you're talking to...
would like to keep you by his side all the time, but he knows he has to let you live.
at first, he was extremely confused by your kindness. he thought you weren't being genuine.
he thinks he doesn't deserve you. you're so pure, so kind.
he adores you so much and feels so extremely lucky to have you.
before you got together, he was so nervous around you. fidgety, sweaty hands, awkward, very flustered.
feels very safe around you, and really hopes you feel just as safe with him.
(i love him)
When you show him the flower crown, he freezes.
"Uh... Is that for me?"
You nod enthusiastically, and carefully put it on his head.
His whole face turns red.
His hand comes up and touches it gently, careful not to move it too much.
"You look good!" you say, giving him the purest smile he has ever seen.
His heart is beating so fast he swears it's going to come out of his chest.
He keeps it on while you're around, but takes it off as soon as you leave.
He keeps it safely in a drawer, though, where he has every little thing you have ever given him.
