-she knows how to tide a room over in her favor, and more importantly, get what she wants
-which comes as no surprise to anyone
-it's no different when it comes to you
-she isn't the type to absolutely go ham on you in the middle of broad daylight, like in an innocent coffee shop or grocery store
-no, she picks and chooses when she pounces very methodically
-it'll be in shadows, at a bar, under the shade, far enough from others without worry of interruption but close enough she can make an example
-she's definitely on the nose from the get go
-jokingly pinching on your too tight jeans, winking when she looks you up and down, telling you that dress or shirt just accentuates your "lovely figure"
-it's honestly a little reminiscent of when a soccer mom fawns over a hot gym rat
-you can't complain, at least the woman knows what she wants
- immediately an onslaught of nicknames
-doll, baby, cherry, love, dearest, sweetness
-dear god, she's so intoxicating
-perhaps even...bewitching?
-a TEASE
-she likes to clock you on everything that makes you respond, and then doubles the tension of it tenfold
-if you like to doll up, or wear lots of perfume, she's the type to lean a little too close to be friendly and compliment you on the fragrance
-she'll purposefully lean over you to grab something, and then when she pulls back, she grins up at your expression
-if you're in a car with her, she'll fuss over your seatbelt and strap it tightly against your chest
-if you're into makeup, she literally insists to fix yours every time she's around, and we all know what that's like
-oh, when she puts on your lipstick, you can swear your body pulses
-her eyes stayed glued to your lips, but she knows you're watching her the entire time, so when she finally pulls away, she'll quirk her eyebrows up at you with a silent but playful question
-she's got that dom quality, it's something about her
-mommy? sorry. mommy?
-she likes to toss you around a bit, mess you up in little ways
-tussle your hair, unbutton a few buttons on your shirt, leave you looking a little more skewed than when she found you
-she's in control at every given second, bossy, perhaps a little overbearing
-it's her way or the highway, and she gives you little leeway to object
-but, funnily enough, she likes when you object
-in fact, the you get the flirtiest version of agatha when you defy her
-it entices her
-it makes her mean
-that's when she pinches your thighs a little too hard, gets heated with her words a little too fast, draws lines with her nails in your arm
-it's a lot like a game of cat and mouse
-she knows how to make you do what she wants, but she also knows how to make it fun
-round and round in circles you go, joking, laughing, threatening, and when she's finally ready to put an end to it, she makes you go slack-jawed with her mere presence
-and finally, when you lean in, let go, acquiesce
-she makes you pay for everything
-she doesn't care who or what watches, she only wants to gaze at you coming undone because of her
-is a BITER
-she loves to leave teeth marks when she pulls away, kissing or no, it's a little more to her taste instead of hickies
-nibbles on your neck, your collarbone, ear, anywhere that's available to her mouth
-tbh, it becomes more than a spectacle when you're with her
-lewd, salacious, calculated despite all of that is exactly what agatha is here for at all given times
-she likes the dirty looks and bewildered expressions when you're breathing heavy against her lips
-it fuels something inside of her, something a little dark, something she abstains from in the daylight to try and maintain some semblance of her façade
-when you're against her like that, in front of all eyes to see, unashamed and at the complete whim of her power, she's agatha
-she isn't agnes, she isn't a gimmick or the friendly but nosy next door neighbor
-she's dark, arrogant, and controlling
-and you're hers, hers and completely hers
-but the difference is that you like being hers, that's what's special
-she could have anything she wanted, could overpower you in minutes if she really just wanted some friction
-but instead, for a miniscule moment, you take the reins of your body and kiss them before you hand them over to her
-you thrust yourself at her as willingly as she takes you
-you can't lie, you do look like a couple of animals in public when it happens
-but you love it, she loves it, and you devour each other with no inhibitions to be seen
-before you, she would never call herself an exhibitionist, but things change
-it all starts in the acting industry, as most hateful relationships between people do
-you're vibrant, a titan in the celebrity life, and so broadly strung out for your talent
-and allison coincidentally is too
-she's new, she's drop dead gorgeous, and everything comes easily to her
-you can't help but feel a little jealous
-but when you meet her at an audition, which admittedly isn't the best place to meet, you hope the interaction clears the air in your mind
-after all, even if she is everything you wish you could be, she also seems kind and lovely to all around her
-and she is! when you meet you can't possibly imagine a more perfect person, which is albeit a little frustrating, but also incredibly relieving at the same time
-she compliments your looks, praises your previous work, and you do the same
-but it was premature
-one night, at an award ceremony, it all goes to shit
-you're sitting at a table with other people like you, glamorous and enviable stars, and allison is at the same table, which you feel a little excited by
-a beautiful, statuesque woman sitting beside you is always a gift
-it's fun, it's light, you all get drunk and playfully and familiarly jest at one another, happy for the reprieve from the perfected projection of each of your lives
-she touches your arm once while she laughs at your joke and your heart jumps through your ribcage
-but somehow, one wise-crack became too many, and someone dangerously wondered who was more deserving of the role
-you or allison?
-it's awkward, and while it begins jokingly as each of you tries to brush it off, allison slips up by saying that while she could see your prowess and talent, she believed she could embody the role better
-it takes you aback, but you try to remain cordial
-yet as you make way to defend your claim to the role, all of it falls apart
-what started off playful becomes something childish and petty as each of you swiftly and rampantly list reasons why you should have the role, and eventually why the other shouldn't
-it gets viciously personal as the rounds go on, and by the time it ends, neither one of you can remember who made it that way, and how it began
- it ends, believe it or not, with a foodfight
-she says something about you not being talented enough for the role, and you bite back
-you make mistake of making a jab a little too personal, something about her past or her powers
-allison throws her drink in your face
-you can feel the humiliation paint your features, and some part of you wonders if you deserved it if someone as nice as allison took the time to do something like this to you
-but another part of you boils, rages
-there is another, more puzzling thought that comes to mind
-you somewhat enjoyed her being mean to you, but the thought is abruptly devoured by the rest
-she then, of course, sharply wonders if you had enjoyed bed-hopping throughout hollywood to could climb your way to the top
-you end up throwing mashed potatoes at her face, which now you can see was not a very adult reaction, but it's almost completely instinctual as it happens
-you're both escorted out with various consumables dripping and hanging from your bodies soon after
-and there's no need to wonder, it's def in the tabloids and a story in every news outlet the next day
-it's war from then on.
-neither one of you are outright rude. no, that would be unbecoming.
-when reporters and paparrazi bombard both of you with questions about the incident, it goes with no comment from either of you.
-honestly, you both have regret and want to quickly, and quietly forget the whole scene, but another part then remembers what the other said and you can't push down the despise that bubbles up
-the role goes to allison, which angers you so much you're sure there's steam coming out of your ears
-but there are other battles, and when you're invited on talk shows and podcasts, you politely, and subtly, backhandedly congratulate and comment on her work
-she does the same, saying this movie was good but not to her taste, or your outfit did wonders for your face
-she's spreads rumors throughout the acting underground, and so do you
-and every time you both show up to an audition, the room falls deathly silent and the tension thickens to a crescendo
-but, by some sickening miracle, you both are signed on for the same project as romantic interests for one another's characters
-ultimately, a terrible decision by everyone involved but work is work and you won't miss out on a incredible, blockbuster project just because of her
-it's a disaster from day one, she's making sly comments on how unprofessional you are, and you're making polite but pointed remarks on how fake she's coming across
-the romance scenes are awful, practically deathly, because no matter how much you hate her, your heart jumps like the first time when she touches you
-your body alights with something when you have to kiss, and something about the way she tugs your hair and grips your arm feels a little too real for comfort
-when she pulls away, there's something white hot tingling between your bodies as her eyes brandish you with her own bewildered questions
-if you could physically beat yourself up for how your being reacts around her, you would
--there's no food fights like before, but it's a cycle of competition and hate that never ends
-everyday, both of you wake up with the one objective of tearing the other down to be the best
-tbh, you wonder how someone who seems so lovely and kind is the devil incarnate hellbent on ruining your reputation for one drunk night
-and why, why out of everyone, you had decided she was worth all of your time and energy to hate
-why were you so obsessed with her?
-you can't figure it out, you can't let it go
-until one day, you catch her crying in the restroom
-you walk in, jokingly excusing yourself from a conversation into the sounds of muffled cries from a stall in the corner
-you obviously feel horrible for whoever's in there, but you figure they'd rather be left alone than have to endure being asked by someone who probably couldn't understand
-you do your business a few stalls down, and as you bend down to pick up a dropped earring, you look over and everything inside you deflates
-you'd know those exceptionally fashionable heels anywhere
-allison hargreeves is crying a few stalls away from you
-and she more than definitely knows you're a few stalls away from her, too
-you were talking when you walked in, after all
-you expect to feel some sort of cruel pride in the revelation, that she is just as human and messy as you are, that she's not as perfect as she desires to be
-but instead, you just feel a reluctant sympathy for her.
-it's the absolute worst as you feel like your world turns on it's head as you quietly gather your things and step out, more than sure that she didn't want comfort, and that she definitely didn't want comfort from you
-when you do, however, you hear two assistants talking shit about her by a catered table
-any other day, you'd probably smile a little, but today something about you is different
-you walk up, and you watch that sparkle in their eyes brighten, the worshipping sparkle that came to everyone who saw you
-and then, you stomp it out in two seconds
-you scold them openly for talking badly about the crew and the actors, heatedly explaining that actors were people with problems too, and even threatening to have them fired for slanderous rumors
-they apologize profusely, one of them possibly on the verge of tears as they stumble away
-and as you whirl around, feeling somewhat satisfied with your work, you find allison watching, head tilted, eyes rimmed vaguely with red
-it jerks you to a stop
-her eyes bore into yours with a question why, with a fear of you holding this over her head, and you feel the tension and mortification rear it's head back, ready to defend and strike
-but instead of rising to the occasion, you give the most genuine shrug you can manage, one that says "i have no clue what you're talking about"
-something between you diminishes, the reared head seems to put itself to bed for good
-she gives you an puzzled, but somewhat appreciative look, a hesitant thank you
-as she turns on her heel and strides away
-you feel a door unlock between you both, an entirely new feeling
-a begrudging respect blooms, and suddenly, the world around you both shifts
-sure, you still don't like each other, but now there's civility and everybody else feels it
-you let her figure out her acting style without remark, and she doesn't jab at your personality or work
--the crew even watches on in wide-eyed shock when you both eat lunch close to one another once, silent and uncaring, one of you reading a book and the other texting
-the romance scenes go with unsaid words, you both seem to make the same silent agreement to not speak of it
-somewhere in the back of your mind, you can feel that open door between you creaking, the invitation to walk in
-you stay at the threshold
-all of the rumors, all of the nasty jabs die down, and the rest of the project goes out with a smooth finish
-you part ways but not before she can take you aside and genuinely thank you
-both of you are alone in your trailer, and the white hot stinging begins slithering throughout your limbs and stomach as she stiffly sits
-it's weirdly formal as she expresses her strained gratitude, quietly adding that she had been having a tough time
-and, with a final sigh, she relents and admits you're not as bad as she thought you were
-you gape like a suffocating fish, barely managing a "thank you" and a "you, too" as she gives you a small, but true smile
-with that particular and perfect flourish, she's gone
-on the plane ride home, you silently wonder why she was having a hard time in the first place
-three weeks after everything wraps up, you hear word that allison and her husband split
-which is horrible, terrible, awful
-but
-you have to stamp out a strange hopeful flicker inside of you
-but it doesn't ebb away, it stays like an apparent thumbtack in your side as you lie awake at night and dream of her
-you catch yourself looking off into space thinking of her lips, and her style, and everything that has anything to do with her
-it only quiets when you finally see her again at a party
-you don't speak for hours as everyone jokes and drinks, spinning around one another like opposed magnets
-but your eyes are glued to her, and you catch her staring at you more than a few times
-you walk out for some fresh air before everyone eats and when you walk back in, you find her
-unusually, she sits somberly by herself on the stairs as the rest mingle around dinner when you enter
-she watches as you breeze past her, head on her hand and sure you're pouncing on your chance to fill her spot
-but instead, you come back with two drinks and an offer
-it all begins and ends on a porch swing, both of you awkward with your words and unsure of the other's thoughts
-you offer some condolences regarding her split, she congratulates you on a nomination, you ask about her stylist and she compliments your organization
-it's an impasse
-so you decide honesty is best in this situation
-you decide it's your turn to relent
-you say you're sorry for how you've acted
-you explain yourself, but you also admit that there aren't any excuses for how you held yourself
-the sun has gone down past the horizon and a few stars undress themselves against the dark sky, the wind breathes against your bare legs, and you look up from your thought to meet her melted gaze
-she's looking at you, and this time it looks as though she's truly seeing you
-and she grins, a full-fledge sparkly grin, picture perfect in every way
-you're a goner
-nothing had made sense before, but as your heart leaps into your throat and a throng of butterflies bursts inside of you, you realize a skewed truth
-you wanted her
-the night goes easier with a more subtle heat, as she also apologizes and explains that she had oddly felt the same about you
-she says that she had never wanted to dislike you, never wanted to keep that nasty feud between you going
-she even opens up a little about her marriage, about her life and always feeling insecure about how she made her way into her job
-you're both have somehow seen the worst of one another before anything else, and you find that all that you didn't know ironically is on the same wavelength as the other
-after that, she invites you out to various places, dress shopping, bar-hopping, all and in-between
-you're besties by like the third time you're out together
-literally glamour incarnate when you walk into any place together, style dripping on the floor as she clings to your arm, laughing at your jokes and listening to your interests with genuine intrigue
-you talk for hours as you get your nails done
-she tells you tidbits about her past, divulges her fears about her ex and daughter while you comfort her with a soft hand on her arm
-you've always wondered about the academy and her powers, but you never venture to ask
-besides, you're sure she'll tell you when she's ready
-one night a friend asks if you're dating, and you break out in a sweat at the thought
-oh god, were you dating? was all that hanging out brought with romantic subtext?
-you havent't been acting like it, there hasn't been anything explicitly said, why would people think that?
-no, it couldn't be
-but it lingers again, a thumbtack in your skin, fading but emerging again when she introduces you to her daughter, and then later, the rest of her family
-her daughter, claire, is the sweetest, and she babbles to you for hours about her favorite ice cream and her new toys
-allison catches you coloring with claire once, playfully arguing with her about why dolphins were superior to sharks
-allison never says anything, but she feels something inside of her bloom for you
-her family, on the other hand, is a grab bag of oddities
-it goes well, surprisingly, besides a few intense questions from two of her brothers as one hulks over you with massive height and the other looms with various sharp objects strapped to his body
-there's also a thirteen year old boy with the dialect of a fifty year old history teacher, an eccentric man in a skirt who you find pleasantly delightful despite him for sure being on something, and a short, shy, but lovely woman who greets you with a polite warmth
-they all ask allison if you're dating when you leave, and while she denies it, she wonders herself if what you were doing together was, in fact, dating
-but the moment never comes for either of you to ask, so you continue dancing around one another with unspoken reverence
-but a time comes for everything, and it comes one night not long after
-she's been gone for weeks, on some project in the UK and the thumbtack nags at your side every time you think of her
-it comes late at night while you walk towards your car away from a meet with some friends, deep in thought as you unlock the car
-typically, there would be a broad man in black beside of you, a bodyguard, protecting your every move, but you had sent him away for the night
-sometimes it's nice to go out with supervision, honestly
-but it was evidently a horrible night to choose to be without him, as two hooded men approach you with obviously bad intentions
-soon, you're pinned against your car as they dig through your belongings, talking all the while if you're worth the money
-you'd like to think you are, but you're too frozen with fear to joke about something like that
-when the guy pinning you pulls out a switch blade and slices a threat into your cheek, you tremble
-then, suddenly, his entire weight disappears from your back with one fluid movement
-when you whirl to get your bearings, you stare, wide-eyed as allison, strong and capable, disarms him and throws him against his friend
-you'd always assumed at the back of your mind that she surely had to know some form of martial art due to her being raised in the academy, but getting to see her in action brings the reality into double vision
-then, you watch on, shaking, as she bends down to their hunched and huddled forms, and you hear it
-"i heard a rumor..." slips her teeth, and the rest is a blur
-you watch as the men's eyes glaze over, and they stand sure but lethargically
-they walk away, slow and certain, and allison watches them go with a heaving chest and bloody knuckles
-she's so powerful, perfect in every way even if she can't see it and you burn for her
-you feel that white hot feeling surface and bleed from your skin, desire clutching your every move, and you can lock it inside of yourself no longer
-you claw your way through the wide open door
-you stumble toward her before she can even blink, hands clasping her face with every unsaid ache you hid, and you smash your lips to hers
-you can feel her fumble backwards a bit, but then her arms encircle you with fierce abandon as she moves her tongue in tandem with yours
-it's a need at this point as you make out in the middle of an alley, her grasping you as if you're about to run away from her, and you pressing yourself back with a promise in your bones
-she is not gentle with you, however you would never want her to be. she plants herself on you like an accidental bruise, paints you with her spit and desire in blood and gentleness
-you're afraid and hungry, starving for her but also wary of what may come next
-she may decide this was a mistake, it may just be for the heat of the moment, but you don't care. you can't care when she's holding you like this
-after, when your lips are swollen and she's clinging to you, she leans in with a softer, relenting kiss
-a thank you for the one before, and an oath for more to come after
-her wild glint in her eye simmers still, screaming with a thousand "i love you's" but never saying just that
-and when she asks if you're alright, when she fusses over your cut and the tremor in your frame, you'll know
-whatever comes after, the sleepless nights and delicate balance, you're ready for it all
-there you stand, body knitted against body, in the middle of a dark street
Hey gang, I fear I have contracted COVID, so I will be taking a break for a short bit until I feel a little better. I might still post one or two things here and there because I have some saved to the drafts, but besides that, there won't be much for the next few days! Love you all!
Here's a Matt Murdock and Bucky Barnes edit for your trouble 😏
Can I request a Allison Hargreeves enemies to lovers? only if your comfortable with this thank you
ofc anon! i love this idea, and i love allison. i may write it as a headcanon list, if that's alright, since i don't have time for a fic. but it shall be done soon when i have the time!
Loki Laufeyson x reader (reader is gender neutral)
-all this man knows is be bisexual, style, self-loathing, daggers, eat hot chip, and lie
-so this is a bit, if not all the way, out of his comfort zone
-he doesn't notice anything too out of the ordinary for awhile, but something does feel off about his reaction to you
-he assumes it's just because you're nice, and you may be of use to him at some point, but something about the way you play with his hair to tease him has him a little...out of his body
-when you lean against him, elbow on his shoulder, for the first time in his long life, he can't think of a clever jab or a smug remark
-and when you spar, he stumbles and mistakes one foot for another when you jokingly compliment his hands
-it's completely and utterly unnatural
-this disarray you cause in him must be something of your doing. magic, deceit, illusion. whatever, however, it only needs to be stopped.
-he can't sleep without imagining you sleeping next to him, he doesn't eat without wondering what you've eaten first, and he has the insatiable desire to be near you.
-ALL THE TIME
-it's a little suffocating at times, because whenever you're in the vicinity, he seems to just stick himself to your side.
-he tells himself it's simply because he wants to understand what kind of game you're playing, and why you've chosen to play it with him.
-but, he rarely ever gets to such a point when you distract him with your brand new shade of eyeshadow, or your gifted pair of earrings
-i mean, really, you have to know how marvelously intoxicating the color green looks on you
-he's once again a little boy playing tricks on thor in the palace.
-he pokes fun at you endlessly, fools you with that bemused glint in his eye, pranks you with merciless intent, and is put out when he finds you're too smart for him accomplish it
-really, more often than not, he's the one making a fool out of himself. and the worst part is that he seems to like it somewhat. he likes that you know him so well and still choose to let him try his hand anyway.
-at some point, the soft upper hand you have on him begins to drive him wild, to mere insanity
-you must know what you do to him. surely, this card you continuously play is something you do to torture him. you have to know, or else....
-or else.
-what else could there be?
-once, while he and thor make plans to return to asgard, he asks to bring you with them.
-the thought of him being there, and you being somewhere else is oddly uncomfortable. the thought of you having fun without him is even more unbearable.
-with the image alone, the smiles you may gift to someone else, any exuberant jeers you hand to another seizes his chest.
-thor isn't the brightest bulb in the chandelier, but he notices the odd way his brother says it, the nature of the question, and the fact that they won't be home for long enough for you to even really enjoy the experience
-coyly, with a simple jest, thor muses that loki must care for you a lot. enough to want to keep you with him for an in-and-out trip.
-and with it, his older, golden brother tears his entire argument away and presents the most painless, and uncomplicated answer
-he denies it at first. vehemently.
-of course he didn't care for you in such a way. he only wanted to let you glimpse his gilded home to humble you a bit. of course, that's why. he could never care for someone so...so..so
-thor was not convinced, but he didn't press further
-but i think the moment comes not long after. the moment when he would become the most agonized of fools if he decided to still refuse such solid evidence.
-evidence that proved that he did, in fact, care for you.
-it's after he arrives back from his same trip to asgard.
-he ended up completely forgoing the idea of asking you to come, so much so he even omitted to say goodbye before he left.
-the journey was disagreeable, and the stay was even more miserable. somehow, in a world of what he thought extraordinary people, he was dissatisfied. no one engaged with his japes, no one cleverly foiled his plans, no one knew him.
-no one was like you. and for once, he dwelled on it instead of retaliating. the loneliness was far more sore now that he had a taste of something different. all of his life he'd never quite felt like he had found an equal in anyone.
-until you.
-he's sure of something but he's not sure of what that something is until he finds you, late into the night after everyone has decided to sleep, waiting up for him.
-it startles him, admittedly. the silhouette of you in the gentle light, lingering against a kitchen counter with a slumped posture.
-something is troubling you. it's not hard to tell.
-and when he asks you what's bothering you, straight out, you jump with surprise and whirl around. and the look in your eye...
-oh, the look in your eye shoots directly through his heart. it's devastatingly relieved, pleasantly aching. steely with something exhilarating.
-he can barely function when you ask him the same. it darts out of your mouth with abandon, questioning why he left without a farewell. was it something you said, did? was it because he just didn't care to?
-and the pieces fall into their place, click, and light up inside his head.
-he wasn't the only one in shambles. you felt what he felt, too.
-it was never a jest, it was never a lie. you just liked him because you liked him. there was no ulterior motive to be had.
-and almost as if you can't get any more peculiar, you offer him a cookie.
-a cookie? at a time like this? when you're blasting his heart to smithereens only to re-assemble it.
-and you explain that you made them for him to say you're sorry. to make amends for something you weren't even sure if you did. plus, it made for a nice welcome home offering.
-ah.
-there it is.
-that's why. that's what else there could be.
-you're so outlandish, so strangely admirable and purely intentional. you treat him with a respect that's foreign to him.
-one that he did not have to earn.
-your jokes, your exasperated sighs, your mind so brilliant and sharp. a dagger of it's own.
-he can only laugh. and laugh he does. what else can he do in the face of such a simple, yet world-shattering thing.
a - affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection? do they cuddle, hug, etc. often?)
She's very affectionate in private, stroking your face and kissing your head while she reads letters. She'll place her wide gloved hand over yours so delicately when she speaks to you, it feels heavenly. But when you're not together in private, it's a different story. With her daughters, she doesn't really mind, she trusts them with her feelings but it's still fairly chaste around them. If there's an occasion when the other lords or Mother Miranda are around, it's a no go. She's not comfortable letting people know that side of her, unless she's in control and initiates. And most of the time, that initiation comes from possessiveness and jealousy. Just a kiss here and a pat on the head as she sends you away, calling you pet in that sweet but commanding voice of hers.
b - best quality (their best quality)
She's extremely observant, nothing typically gets past her. If you're having an off day and feeling bad, she knows immediately by the way your shoulders are held and the look on your face. And if you're the type to not be able to initiate conversation about how you're feeling, she's the best person to be with, because she just knows and will ask you. She also just loves to watch you, watch your actions to see what you like, what you dislike. You stare at a painting too long? Good, because now she's asking you about it every time she catches you gazing at it. Do you like it? Do you hate it? How does it make you feel? It's an original, as you may well know. And if you like it? Good, because it's yours and it stays in your quarters for the rest of time. You hate it? See ya. It's now left somewhere in the turrets of the castle hidden from all eyes, to hell with it being an original.
c - confession (how would they confess their love for their partner? what would be the moment they knew they loved you?)
There's never any one confession, any specific end-all-be-all on her part. There's never one that feels like the world stops in place and you're held in the balance with bated breath, awaiting a merciless fall. It just sort of happens. She'll tell you how she feels, but it doesn't stir something new, it just confirms what you already knew. You love her, and she loves you, and that's it. There's never a question of how the other feels as you lay in bed next to her soft and tall frame. One day you wake up with a ring on your finger, and it feels like nothing has changed when everything drastically has.
d - domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning and taking care of themselves?)
Of course she wants to settle down. That’s legitimately her end goal when she meets you. Her life is already fairly domestic, if you don’t count the crazy ass experiments and notable gore and cult activities. She lives with her daughters in a giant castle while making a great living with her family’s wine business. What more could anyone ask for? If you’re worried about your prospects, you don’t have to fear because your Lady will take care of you. She’s great at taking care of herself, too. Literally has an entire self-care routine for her body and self. However, she isn’t exactly well-versed with cooking and cleaning and things of that nature. It’s not like she couldn’t if she had to, but she’s never exactly had to. She was born into a well-off family, and even now has maids and cooks and hired servants to do her bidding. She’s never really had the need to learn.
e - endure (what would you have to be okay with to live and be with them? what bad habits of theirs would you have to accept to be their partner?)
Obviously, her lifestyle in general is something that would take a lot of adjustment. You’d have to be alright with her daughters, people, monsters, things you have no explanation for taking up her time and energy. You'd also have to definitely be okay with never leaving the castle. But, besides that, I think one would have a difficult time with her requirements of a significant other. She can be a bit demanding, and sometimes, she can be a bit cold. She has expectations for her lover, and those expectations will certainly affect your relationship. There’s never a doubt in your mind that she loves you, however. Most of the expectations she places upon you are for your and her safety, and sometimes her reputation admittedly. In all honesty, she would be absolutely mortified if her strong, glamorous, and intelligent front was extinguished in the face of Mother Miranda and the other Lords. Prideful is the right word to describe her. However, she'd always make time to assure you if you told her you felt like she was ashamed of you, or if you felt a bit pushed aside. Again, it’s mostly for your and her safety after all.
f - faithful (are they loyal? would they stay faithful?)
Absolutely. Once she meets you, she has no desire to take anyone else. She has no reason to, really. You are all she needs in a person, and in a relationship. Before, she was very matter-of-fact with her affairs. Once she was done with someone, a maid or a cook, they’d be done away with, one way or another. Once she had what she needed from them, there wasn’t much use in keeping them around. Yet, when she met you, something about you enticed her, and later, also enamored her. You’re never completely sure what about you was so interesting, but many times, she’s told you that it was just…you. Everything about you made her feel so bright and rich. Believe it or not, but it had been a long time since she had felt like a star, but when you came along, something in her was ignited again. You make her feel so special in a world that generally has the habit of making her feel overlooked for her hard work and prowess. That’s all she’s ever wanted, and you give it to her free of charge.
g - gifts (are they regularly a gift gifter? what kind of gifts would they give their s/o?)
Oh yes, she loves to douse you in her riches. Adores it. Anything you want, it’s yours. You can mention something simply in passing once, and a week or so later, it’s at the foot of your bed. You have no clue how she got it, or at what lengths she went to obtain it, but you appreciate it with such admiration and gratitude anyway. Her favorite gifts that she gives you are clothes and jewelry. She delights in dressing you up with great finery and especially has a passion for watching your face as you gasp with awe at whatever ornate wear she’s orchestrated for you. Some of it is in her house colors, which you can’t help but prefer to wear. Without words, it lets everyone see that you belong to her, and you know, that she knows that just as well.
h - honesty (how honest are they?)
She doesn’t have any reason to lie, so yes, she’s usually honest. If she does lie, it’s to protect you most of the time. Here and there, she does have a difficulty with telling the entire truth because she wants to protect herself. She can’t let your perception of her be tainted. What if one morning you find out what monster truly lies underneath her skin? What if you become aware of all her inadequacies? Her fault frankly is her tendency to be as perfect as possible, no matter the cost, and there is no exception when it comes to you. Aside from that, her lies are told to preserve your state of being, whether that be emotional or physical. She has had all the practice in the world to maintain a calm, regal exterior, so her words are well-thought out and minced when she desires them to be.
i - injury (how would they react if their s/o was injured?)
If you’re hurt, you come first. You are, without any doubt, her first priority. Whatever situation that leads to you being injured can wait. But that doesn’t mean it won’t be dealt with. On the contrary, it is dealt with as fast as possible once she knows you’ve been harmed. If it was a person, even hell won’t be as horrifying as her wrath. With one quick and curt growl, her daughters are sent off to find the culprit and they’re kept prisoner until she can deal with them. Personally. And boy, does she make it personal. Sending action to burn everything in their life to the ground. Friends, family, job, and reputation? Tarnished with a sweep of her gloved hand. After all, to her, they made it personal when they chose to hurt you. And then, ever the sadist, she tortures them. No matter what, you best believe your Lady is nursing you back to health, no matter how small the wound. She barely leaves your side if at all, doting on you in a motherly fashion.
j - jealousy (how jealous are they?)
She’s far more jealous than she lets on. To you, she is only the same as she’s ever been. Lavish and loving. But deep down, if she sees something that feels like a threat to her, she cuts in immediately to prove what she needs to prove. One time, a servant got too touchy, and she had to step in. With just one of her large, gloved hands on your shoulder and a chaste kiss, you can feel the implication, the warning. However, when you’re alone, she lets that façade slip, if only for a fraction, and she lets everyone know who you belong to in a much less decent fashion.
k - kiss (how do they kiss? what's their favorite type of kiss?)
You don’t kiss often unless it’s private, but if you could describe it, her kisses are rarely ever not intentional. She meets your lips or body with decided precision, and for whatever reason, it somehow makes you feel far more special, and a bit dizzy if you’re being honest. Not often is she controlled by her emotions, which means that every time she kisses you, it is just another way of conversation for her, a way to communicate how she feels. If she were to choose her favorite type of kiss, she would ultimately choose the times she kisses your forehead as you drift off to sleep next to her. Softly, delicately, just how she sees you. It makes her feel far more human than she’s felt in decades. You make her feel human.
l - love language (what's their love language?)
Her love language would definitely be gift giving, with a little side of acts of service. She just can’t get over the way your face lights up when you receive something you want, or need. When you pick up a brand new dress and lay it against your body for reference in awe, she simply sits back in her chair and smirks, dragging on her cigarette easily in satisfaction. Or if you’re having a rough morning, she’ll leave a cup of tea or coffee in her quarters for you as she sets off for her daily plans. If you’re having a particularly bad day, she’ll gently brush your hair or draw a heated bath for you. It’s the little moments that she speaks her love for you.
m - marriage (do they want to get married? how would they propose?)
She wouldn’t go out of her way to get married for a long time, but I think at some point, she would desire to forge a tie with you, something that makes a way for both of you to offer yourselves to each other officially. Her proposal would never be something like a traditional, down-on-one-knee type thing, but it would be sweet and private. You’d both be sitting at the dining table after dark. The servants and her daughters have all scattered and it’s just you and her conversing casually in the candlelight. Somehow, the conversation gently reroutes itself to the topic of the long term. The thought is a tad daunting, and even now, I think you’d still be wondering if she intends to keep you around forever, or at least whatever’s close to it. As if she knows you better than you know yourself, she’d tentatively and directly slide a little velvet black box in your direction. And as you open it to find a family heirloom ring, she’ll nonchalantly continue on that if there is a forever for her, she’d rather spend it with you. You’ve grown on her after all.
n - nicknames (what type of nicknames, or pet names, would they use for the s/o?)
“Dear” is the one that she uses the most. “Dear, would you hand me this” or “Be careful up the steps, dear”. It’s become second nature to call you it at this point. But “darling” and “my sweet” make an appearance here and there, and “my jewel” and “precious one” are saved only for the special times between you both. She doesn't particularly care for nicknames for herself, but if you call her "Alci" once, you're hers forever. Her heart just can't help but soften when she hears you say it, especially when you say it sleepily.
o - offspring (do they want children? what type of parent would they be?)
She’s already a mother, so I doubt she desires to have any more children. On the off chance that there comes a time where you both have the chance to parent a child, she would never think to say no unless it affected you negatively, but besides that, it wouldn’t be on the top of her to-do list. She’s a firm and caring mother to her own daughters, though! She loves them deeply, you come to find, and she values their opinion and safety above almost all else. She is a bit of a helicopter parent at times, understandably worried for her children’s safety in a world that is freezing and also not fond of their presence in the village. She’ll scold them, perhaps even punish them in her own way if it’s bad enough, but she doesn’t get in their way unless she feels the absolute need to. Although, your Lady does send them out to complete tasks for her on occasion, but they don’t seem to mind. They also feel the same respect and love for her as well. They listen without complaint or asking why, and do her bidding when requested to.
p - patience (how patient are they? do they lose their temper often?)
She rarely loses her temper when it comes to you. Other things she may find her limit with, but it seems her well of patience never dries for you. You can make a myriad of mistakes, and she wouldn’t bat an eye, only helping to pick up the pieces if you ask. Here and there, you can do something that displeases her, but never something that puts her off completely. You’d have to do something painful and personal to her to ever garner anything that could be considered her worst. Something that would be targeted against her most fragile vulnerabilities.
q - quizzes (how much do they remember about their s/o? do they remember every detail, or do they let details slip their mind?)
She remembers everything, and I mean everything. Nothing slips her mind. It could be months, years and she will still recall the times you tried on her hat because you secretly wanted one of your own. She treasures those unspoken, and spoken, aspects of you as if they are of something completely divine. If you like your bed made a certain way, a unique smell of soap, or long for a specific candy that was special to your childhood, she takes it and makes a place for it in her endless mind. She doesn't typically bring things she remembers up, but she does make adjustments to said things. You could say you can't wear powder anymore once in passing because it irritates your eyes, and over the next few weeks after, every time you must use the powder, nothing occurs. At first you'd thought you had miraculously adjusted to it's side effects, but instead you realized it was simply an entirely another brand of powder specifically fitted to your health. You're not even sure how she obtained such a thing in a remote village, or how she knows to meld it to your body's liking without the constant and merciless retort of allergens, but she does.
r - remember (their favorite memory of your relationship)
Lady Dimitrescu is a collected and calm individual even when she’s having a hard go of it, so you rarely, if ever, see her unravel until much later on into your relationship. Even then, it’s so seldom it feels like a comet that can only be seen every few hundred years. If she was being honest, after being deemed a "failure" by Mother Miranda, she has always felt inadequate if she isn't chasing that so-called perfection at all times. The first time you saw her lose her temper is surprisingly one of her most treasured memories of you both together. When you did see it, it had been by accident. It was a bit terrifying, you’ll admit. You know she’d never hurt you, but something about seeing her come undone in such a way shook the world for a moment. It was also a little arousing in a way, but you’d never confess such a thing. You had decided to retire to your shared quarters for the night, when you had heard crashing and banging from the adjoined room. It had startled you for different reasons then, wondering silently if she had lost herself in need of something like sustenance or punishing a servant. But when you had gently pried the door open, you found the room was absolutely demolished. Walls were marked with holes and paper shred to ruin, dressers were flung against windows and cabinets were knocked over, shards of wood and glass were at your feet. And there amidst the destruction stood your Lady, claws out, chest heaving and growling. She couldn’t look at you, head swiveling a bit with embarrassment at you seeing her this way, disheveled and imperfect. You, on the other hand, felt a bit stuck, unsure if you should comfort her or let her have a moment to herself. You decided to find a balance of both, electing to dust off a chaise beside her and sit quietly. It was a tender and unspoken offer, one that she took after some time. She sat down beside you in a huff, lighting a cigarette in silence, and as if nothing had happened, you knelt and began to smooth her dress and fix her hair away from her face. She had known you loved her before, of course you had. But, in her mind, there was never a reason for you not to, because she had only ever projected half of herself. The parts that were easy to admire and praise. But, as you kissed her head, much like she did you when you had your awful moments, it was the first moment she had realized that you loved all of her and that it didn't matter to you that she was sometimes jealous or in need of assurance herself. And, what was more shocking, you had never said a word at all. You had simply wrapped yourself around her and allowed her to feel safe enough to be small and imperfect for once. Later, there was a talk on healthily dealing with emotions in a way that didn't involve her raking her claws through your favorite wallpaper, but it could wait.
s - security (how protective are they? how would they protect their s/o, and how would they like to be protected?)
Extremely, very, all of the above. You're hers. Hers to love and protect. You have to prepare for the fact that from the moment you enter into a relationship with her, is the moment you relinquish your hold on the outside world. The outside world being anywhere outside the castle ofc. You know it's because she can't leave herself, what with worry for her daughters and such. But also, it's a harsh, barren, and cold world out there, full of monsters of Mother Miranda and her siblings' making. If you were to leave, she could not protect you. But, when it does come to a point where she must, it's almost as if you're watching a spider move in on her prey poisonously. Once a lycan got a little too close for comfort, and she lobbed it's head off right in front of you. The fights between her and Heisenberg were endless for weeks after, much to Mother Miranda's disdain and disgust. However, it settled eventually, with a snarky agreement to keep the lycans contained to the factory and for your Lady to keep her lot confined to her castle. As for her being protected, she's never truly thought about the concept. She's strong enough for all of Castle Dimistrescu and admittedly a creature quite capable of holding her own, so she's never had any need for a safety measure. But once she caught you chewing a servant out for speaking so poorly of her behind closed doors and her heart melted a little. If you can't beat someone up for her, you're certainly going to protect her reputation.
t - try (how much effort do they put into the relationship? how much effort goes into dates, anniversaries, and birthdays?)
So much effort. The maximum effort. She knows she can't administer any event too extravagant, but she does ensure that you're never forgotten and every date is celebrated to its fullest. Most times, she'll pay attention to what you like so that she has some type of reference, and then she'll set plans into motion. Presents for birthdays and anniversaries, dinners and flowers for dates. Once she had the entire courtyard bedecked in your favorite flower for your birthday, and even had an entirely new fountain installed. It was a small apology for the fact that you had to be barred from the outside world, but it worked wonders for you. You still have some dried petals from that day in a drawer somewhere. Another time she commissioned an entirely new wardrobe from Donna, which okay, you'd didn't need a new wardrobe but new clothes to wear is always a huge treat. Plus, you get to try them on for your Lady. She is a little overzealous at times, but she means the world and you could never even think to say no to such hugely sentimental gifts.
u - understanding (how understanding are they? do they listen to their s/o problems? how do they approach vulnerability?)
She's definitely understanding, but she does have little tolerance for nonsense. Sure, you can make a mistake here and there, break a favorite vase or ruin a priceless painting and she wouldn't bat an eye. Most is easily replaced after some time. But if you embarrass her, or do something purposely bratty out of the appropriate time for such things, she won't be happy at all. In fact, she'll be very cross for a time. She will ultimately forgive you of course, but that doesn't mean it's forgotten and rules will be established. Disobey them and there will be consequences. But, as for your issues, she's an incredible listener. You can sit for hours and go on and on in her presence and she barely says a word, if only to smirk appreciatively or nod once in a while. She knows it's not about what she says anyway. It's simply about listening to you. For vulnerability, she welcomes yours easily and with adoration, but it will take a long while for her to feel completely comfortable sharing her inner world with you. When she does, though, it's so lovely. Just to hear her go on about her particularly taxing day or voice her self doubt so plainly is something special. It's like she opens her doors finally in a way that allows you to love the way you desire to.
v - vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)
She wouldn't call herself vain by any means, but she does know she's quite a good-looking woman. She likes the outside to be as regal as she feels in her looks, so she does take some time getting ready and refining herself for the day. A little lipstick here, a divine eyeshadow from France, a finely carved brush from the Alps to accentuate her curls. Closed off as she may be, she knows the value of self care. She likes looking nice. Nothing wrong with that.
w - wildcard (something random about them)
She can see in the dark which makes for some rather...interesting interactions. The Cadou has changed her body in ways you're still discovering. Once, you'd thought you'd give her a little scare when she came back from the basement. A little fun for a drab and empty day could never hurt after all. As you ran upstairs to sneak away, you slipped into a pitch black room in her quarters and stuck yourself to a corner, sure she'd never find you. You were so smug it was going to work you could barely stand to wait. When she stooped in the door and the light died from the doorway, you held your breath and stilled, ready to pounce. Instead, you heard a soft disembodied chuckle from beside you, and you felt an arm grasp your shoulder. You've never screeched louder in your life. Even now, it's a bit startling. When she tells you to stop picking at a sore in the dark or when she grabs you from behind without any notice. She's terrifyingly silent for someone of her stature. It's strange in a way that a predator inspects their prey nocturnally. It makes you feel naked in ways you've never anticipated, but in a thrilling way in almost all cases.
y - you (their favorite part of you, why they love you, everything about you)
She had never anticipated you to be quite so funny. Your wit charms her in ways she's never felt before. Truly, she hasn't giggled like she has with you since she was a child. Honestly, it's amazing how just the sight of you cheers her, and how every word from your mouth amuses and intrigues her. You make her remember parts of herself that she'd thought were better off dead. The her before Mother Miranda, the her that was less gruesome in nature. Instead, you dust them off and make those parts feel just as special to be a part of her as the rest, mutated or not. She loves you because you are so open in a place that wills all of their inhabitants to lock themselves away. You're bright, surviving, and quite pretty, if she may add. And, although it may be daunting, you nudge her to release herself as well. And you love her. You pry open her stone doors and hug every part of her to yourself, whether it is sharp or rounded for others. It's all hers, and therefore all up for your affection. It was never her intention to be quite so attached, but now that she has you, she can't bear the thought of you being anywhere but near her. You've always thought you'd be the one to always be wrapped around her finger, and while that will always still be true, you're starting to think that maybe she wants to be around yours too.
z - zzz (how do they sleep? how does an s/o fit into their sleep habits?)
She doesn't sleep often, truly, but she still lays with you every night. It's like heaven when she does it too. Just you cushioned against her warm and tender frame, her long bare arms running across your back. There are rare times when you do catch her in the act of snoozing, tho. You always drift off before she does, but every now and then, you wake earlier than her. She sleeps like the dead, no pun intended. In that, she's so still and pale one would wonder if she was. But, she is a very light sleeper, seeing as she doesn't typically need it like you do. Any sound, anywhere, from anyone can wake her at any time. She's on high alert at all times, especially when she sleeps.
laszlo x nadja x nandor x reader (reader is gender neutral)
-you'll be honest
-you don't know how you got yourself into this very, very chaotic mess
-it's nice, really, when you think about it
-but in practice, if you're not careful, you can catch yourself tearing your hair out
-vampires are just….so many things
-and your vampires seem to fit that description all too well
-but you all love each other, so it's okay
-okay, maybe you don't ALL love each other ALL the time
-in fact, it can get very violent if things get out of hand
-they're a lot like feral cats you've decided to take in and domesticate
-like ofc they love you and stay with you because you feed them and take care of them and love them unconditionally, but they're still FERAL
-man, you don't even have any more fingers to count on for the times you've caught them at each other's throats
-at this point, you can only chalk it up to their nature
-the jealousy is less than ideal, but manageable actually
-it's more of just an annoyance at this point, rather than an actual concerning issue
-sharing isn't really a vampire thing, you're starting to realize
-one of them will interrupt your time with another, burst in and say times up, and that it's their turn with you
-if you're out in public and holding one's hand, they'll all insist to hold your hand to even the field even though you only have two
-safe to say, it ends with no hand holding at all
-one time laszlo took the liberty of sitting on your head as a bat while nadja and nandor fought for your hands and you had to revoke hand holding privileges for awhile
-you came around later tho
-they also fight over who your favorite is
-frequently
-and when they have civil arguments, which is rarely, one of them will tell you to tell the others that they're right, and then the others will do the same
-needless to say, you've gotten really good at playing diplomat
-they'll ask for your opinion, or for you to break voting ties when technically you would be evening them.
-one braincell between them all and you can never tell who has it at any given point
-most of the time, the dates you go on are individual
-ofc, you love a conjoined date here and there with two of them
-it's great fun when nadja, laszlo, and you go out on walks, or when nadja, nandor, and you accost The Guide
-it's just when there's all four of you, together.
-the chaos is uncontainable.
-the last time you had tried planning a date for all four of you, three people were injured
-they swear it was an accident, but you had to give them all a lecture on the dangers of crashing go-karts anyway.
-but the individual dates are so lovely!
-making music with laszlo, softly listening while he plays the piano and mumbles incoherent lyrics. he always asks you what you think, but you can never catch enough words to have any actual opinion, so you just lie and nod your head along.
-you haven't had the heart to tell the man that three of his latest songs sound like they're from an alternate universe where david bowie was a jazz singer.
-still
-you're favorite one is "space commodity"
-nights on the town with nadja, causing blatant havoc while leaving a hilarious trail of confusion in your wake.
-once, you and nadja accidentally caused a disastrous fire on the ferry. it's somehow still a marvel to her that something strictly designed for water caught flame so quickly.
-and quiet discussions with nandor, ones where you plan for different events in the future, or you sword fight, there's never any in-between.
-sometimes he wants input for council business, and sometimes he'd rather flaunt his skills with a blade.
-tbh, you can't complain. he looks great when he's showing off.
-it's not perfect.
-but they try their best for you!
-when it counts, they really do what they can to put aside their differences and come through for you
-it works...sometimes
-your last birthday was a disaster, but in an endearing sort of way
-they had all intended for it to be a surprise but it had been spoiled from the second the plan had been conceived.
-but you didn't say anything, you wanted them to have their fun ofc
-nandor had been in charge of decorating, something he took quite seriously, but the streamers and "creepy" paper had caught fire because someone had forgotten to extinguish the candles.
-there was no saving it after the hazardous chain of flame began
-they had all sent laszlo off to buy presents and he had instead spent five hours in a Target debating recliner prices
-you really don't even know how he manages to do something like that for that long, but it's honestly a little impressive
-nadja tried her hand at baking a cake, but she got impatient halfway through and skipped a few ingredients.
-and to really put the cherry on top, they had tasked Colin Robinson with the job of keeping you busy until it was time
-do with that what you will
-so, as the signal was given, you walked in, drowsy and half-counting random facts about the French and Indian War in your head, and you were met with anarchy.
-nadja was gesturing rather proudly at her...to say cake would not do it justice.
-a sloppily iced brick would be more accurate. you almost had to stop yourself from asking if she used cement mix in the powder.
-nandor was stumbling around, frantically trying to put out a swiftly spreading fire with random buckets of water
-you're half-sure his cape caught fire too somewhere in the mess
-and Laszlo was sitting in a lovely recliner, hands open with what you can only describe as a "ta-da" expression, a look of delight and expectancy for praise painting his face.
-it may have been the biggest catastrophe possible, and yet, you could only laugh and help clean up.
-because you knew, deep down, that they had put aside everything for you and tried, and that's really the biggest gift you could have asked for.
-plus, you also got a really great recliner at the end of day.
-when he meets you, it's almost like fireworks spark off inside his chest and his entire body feels as though it's lighting up like the fourth of july
-your face, your hair, your smile has him in shambles totally and completely
-he practically has to restrain himself from combusting when you shake his hand
-ultimately, all he can do is panic, because in his brain this feeling is not to be trusted and it's notably too foreign to be sure of anything
-so
-he avoids you
-every time you enter a room, he leaves it
-every time you try to strike up conversation with him, something conveniently comes up and asks him away
-honestly, you can't help but feel as though you've done something to offend him, or something to just repel him from you completely
-but it's so obviously the opposite to himself and everyone else
-he can't take his eyes off of you wherever you are
-once you're in his line of sight, it's like his pupils magnetically stick to your every movement and he has to mentally slap himself for acting like a creep
-but he can't help himself, you just have so much to you, everything about you pulls him in until he eventually has to propel himself out
-when you just so happen to speak to him, he finds himself hanging onto every word seriously, all the while frantically screaming at himself to put a stop to it.
-legit, his only emotion around you is that one spongebob meme. calm exterior, chaotic interior.
-to you, when you speak to him, you watch as his face falls to an almost deathly stone expression, steely blue eyes boring into you as you try to lighten the mood
-but there isn't any give, and as you watch him swiftly stride away, you simply accept that perhaps he just doesn't like you
-he genuinely is just so intense that you can't think his actions mean anything else
-but, he knows he can't avoid you forever, and it might be nice to just get to know you and to have an actual conversation with you
-the first time you notice something off, something different to your perception of him and his feelings for you, all you can do is balk.
-you lose your favorite bracelet.
-you were out on the floor training, and somehow, in the mess of your sweaty limbs and hyperfocused tension, you had misplaced it.
-which, okay, isn't unusual for you, but you can't help but feel a little disgruntled and sad that you had managed to lose it, and your favorite one at that.
-that night it comes up in a conversation with another agent, and you complain half-heartedly about your long lost bracelet when Bucky walks in.
-he acts as if you aren't there, so you do the same, continuing your tangent about the bracelet unphased.
- and by the time he's come in, he's already out again, having grabbed what he's needed.
-you think nothing else of it.
-to you, it's normal after all
-but a day or two after the rather uninteresting encounter, you're sitting and reading intently on a bench in the compound
-and you jolt as this broad, and hugely intimidating man sits down rather matter-of-factly
-it's out of nowhere, and you half-expect him to notice you're here after the fact and leave at once.
-you don't lift your face from the pages, but you side-eye him as he nervously toys with his metal fingers and looks down at his feet
-it's almost as if he can't decide what to say to you, and when he notices you watching him expectantly, a blush spreads across his face
-he's almost...bashful?
-he knows it too
-with you, he just feels so thrown out of his element
-before the war, before hydra, he was so smooth, so in-touch with that flirtatious side of him, but he's different now, different in so many ways
-he's a dangerous, ex-brainwashed assassin
-who would want that flirting with them?
-but everything in him jerks to a stop when he feels a soft, tentative hand on his arm
-and when he sees that arm is attached to you, it's like his entire being short-circuits
-you gently ask him if he's alright, and all he can do to answer is nod frantically
-abruptly, he stuffs his hand in his pocket and thrusts a rather familiar bracelet into your hands.
-you accept it gingerly, with a tiny bit of relief and awe, and as you look up from the unexpected gift, you see he's already staring back.
-and then, as if embarrassed and terrified of your reaction, he gushes, trying to desperately explain himself.
-just going on and on about how he had heard you say you had lost your favorite bracelet, and he knew you had been training when you lost it so he checked back and found it in a bathroom, and he figured it was probably the one because it's yellow like the one you wear on your wrist all the time, and he just wanted to return it and and
-and he's sorry for bothering you.
-as he turns to go, you make the soundest decision you've ever made in your life.
-you grab his hand and ask him to stay.
-bucky.exe has stopped working.
-you're touching him, first of all, which is enough to make him feel like he's stumbling down a flight of steps.
-you want him to stay? you want to talk to him? you're not just being nice?
-but he doesn't know.
-he doesn't know that while he was fumbling to explain, you had made a rather relieving discovery.
-this man had never hated you.
-he was just an awkward dork who didn't know how to deal with someone treating him like a person.
-no, he definitely did not hate you. he had liked you enough to care about your jewelry predicament after all.
-so, for the very first time, you two speak and it's like a breath of fresh air.
-for you and for bucky, who's now wondering why he had stalled all that time to get to know you.
-after implied apologies and rather overdue explanations, the tension expels and instead leaves room for a different, and much better type of tension.
-and if you thought he liked you before, it's turned up to the hundreds now.
-he can talk to you for hours about nothing and everything and still have more to say.
-he watches you like a hawk. no one is gonna get anywhere near you if they have questionable intentions.
-weird guy asks for your number. nah, doll, he's bad news. i saw him leave the bathroom without washing his hands.
-you're his favorite topic of conversation.
-someone mentions your name and he lights up, face lifting into a crooked smile.
-and even if you're not mentioned, he values your opinion and presence so much, he'll bring you up anyway.
-sam and steve offered to take him to a restaurant he'd never been to downtown, and he had almost flat out refused because you said the service was bullshit, and the food wasn't even worth it.
-he trusts you with so much even if you aren't always right.
-you offer all types of new things for him to try.
-sharing your favorite music and albums, your favorite movies, telling him why this one song is the epitome of culture, and filling him in on useless celebrity drama just because.
-you even show him around the vast plain of social media.
-he only follows you, steve, and sam if he ever gets around to having one himself.
-you're just like a gateway and beacon of positivity in his life. where he once felt lost and unsure of who he was, you slowly bring him into the world and into his new self.
-you even help him find parts of himself he thought were long gone.
-he's terrifyingly smooth once he gets in a comfortable groove.
-like he knows damn well what he's doing when he lays a hand on the top of the doorway and leans over you, smiling and teasing like he's the most popular boy in school.
-but oh, if you return the energy, he's back to square one. short-circuiting and blushing.
-please, just kiss this man on the cheek once.
-he'll follow you around like a loyal puppy for the rest of his life if you do.
-you fell asleep on him once, one time, and when he looked down at you drooling on his shoulder, that smile lit up his entire face and he promised himself you would always be it for him.
-it's not long after that when he actually tells you that.
Nadja of Antipaxos x reader (reader is gender neutral)
-pray. just pray.
-you love nadja to bits, but she is absolutely insufferable when she's jealous.
-surprisingly, however, she doesn't get jealous often.
-usually, when she sees someone admiring you, she gets this strange swell of pride in you.
-almost as if she knows people want you because you're just that amazing.
-and good god, she likes to rub it in ferociously when she knows someone's got their eye on you.
-she'll stride over, start talking you up, and then she'll end it with something along the lines of:
-"yeah, you see that tall juicy glass of water, they're mine, all mine. they don't want something as pathetic and miniscule as you are."
-she's like a child waving a new toy in front of all the other kids.
-okay, so maybe she does get a little jealous
-typically, it just reminds her that you're the cherry on top, and she gets to have you all to herself.
-that or it gets really weird and horny fast.
-like, darling, pls, we can't ask the convenience worker if they want to have a threesome.
-but you'll know, you'll REALLY know when she's jealous.
-if she sees you flirting with someone she finds completely detestable, or if she sees someone chatting you up that actually feels like a threat.
-she'll nip it in the bud seconds after. no time to waste when her heart and you are on the line.
-it's wrathful, passionate, and if you're really being honest, hot.
-there's no pleasantries, no politeness, absolutely nothing that isn't blatantly rude and to the point.
-she'll grab your face, sharp nails grasping your cheek like a sordid and heated reminder, and she'll brazenly kiss you in front of the person, maybe even make eye contact with them while you're completely entranced.
-she probably flips them off too, but you're none the wiser.
-and then, as fast as you can register, you're being whisked away, but not before she can whip around and hiss at the person at hand.
-and then, she's sort of hyping you up while also scolding you?
-"i know you like having all these men and women at your disposal, but please, my dark baby, you can do much better."
-and when you get home, oh boy.
-you're definitely in a doghouse of sorts, well, only if it's really bad. like laszlo and lilith level bad.
-but even then, when you're sent away, to sleep in another coffin, or to be somewhere far away from her, you know she's going to find her way back to you.
-nadja, in her own fashion, is act first, think later type of gal. she'll be mad at first, but then when she really thinks, really ponders, she flips like light-switch.
-like i know they made me furious, but at the same time, this is proof that i love them beyond any doubt and i must make them remember just who they have on their hands.
-and when she does come back, it's like a predator zeroing in on their prey.
-she'll tear you apart, but in a cool and acceptable type of way.
-like, she'll snap you half, but it will be very welcome on your part.
-she'll hold you this time, make you beg, and it's so much darker, but also so much more loving in an odd way.
-you know, she only gives this part of herself, rises this part in you, to prove to you how much better she is than all of your other options.
-to remind you that she loves you, and no one else could harbor the same intense softness you two have together.
-it's desperate in a way, but neither one of you would ever venture to admit that.
-nadja is a catch and she knows it, but when she loves you, it's different.
-it's not enough for her to find that same assurance in simply flirting and making you swoon.
-she knows she can make anyone melt, she knows she could have anyone at her feet.
-let's be honest, she could make you do that in her sleep.
-but you're not just anyone.
-and that enchantment does not prove you love her, or need her like she does you.
-she must hear you tell her, whether with the flutter of your heart or your cherished words, that you love her, and really love her at that.
-laszlo aside, i think you're the only one who has that power over her.
-and the worst part is she knows it.
-and after it's all done, after you're next to one another, breathless and still wanting. after she's made you say you love her a thousand times, you say it again, this time without being urged to.
-you say you love her, and she wonders if she should get jealous more often.
-you can't help but silently feel the same.
-next time, instead of praying for her mercy, you pray for her tender wrath.
I saw your post about comfort character letters and was wondering if I could maybe get one? That is if you still do them.
If you do, well
I was wondering if I could get the letter from one of my favourite characters. Tony Aaron from the movie Under Suspicion. He's a man with lots of problems. From health to money to job. Anything you can think of, he met it one way or another. Well, in the movie, he gets blamed for a crime he claimed he didn't commit (spoiler alert: he did but that is besides thw point). Despite all that, he is seen as quite the gentle giant as he never fights back no matter how deep in trouble he gets which he always gets in trouble.
The relationship would be romantic. He is writing due to him simply wanting to check in on me aince he is worried. He is going away for a bit and he is scared I will hate him because of it. But he still wants to show he cares about me. The reason he is leaving is due to him being invited on an holiday with his best friend Frank for a few days.
Hi Anon! Thank you for asking, and while I wish I could deliver at the moment, my character letters are on hold right now until after the New Year as I am on holiday. I'm really sorry for the disappointment, I should have posted that I was on a very small hiatus for the rest of the year. But, after the New Year, I'd be happy to give you a letter for what you're asking for! Just check back and I'm sure I'll see. Thank you 🤗
seven by taylor swift is strictly about tod and copper from fox in the hound. no i will not take any criticism, pls just let me a have a sad song about childhood friends that also relates to a perhaps too real comment on nurture vs. nature. i need this to heal my queer soul okay 🤚
-dating your lady is something special, although it's a little unconventional due to your obliviousness
-at first, you're completely ignorant to the fact that you're on dates with her, thinking she's only using her authority to fulfill her needs
-in your mind, it's only a matter of you being there at the right time when she needs it
-it'll start with her asking you to stay and read something to her, patting the spot beside her as she hands you a book of oscar wilde poems
-it's achingly warm in her quarters, and you have no standing to refuse, so you simply sit and do as she says, not thinking anything of it
-she asks you what you think about the poetry, and it's honestly a little intimidating
-this large, powerful woman is looking down at you over her cigarette with a little smirk
-what if you get it wrong? what if you get it right? what's right and wrong in her book?
-you're walking a thin line between gay panic and gay fear at this point
-but you manage to stutter faintly through your thoughts, thinking honesty is the best way to navigate this
-and you sit in silence for a moment, as her golden eyes amusedly deliberate your answer as she never breaks eye contact
-if blood vessels could burst simply from the heat rising in your skin, your face would be webbed with them now
-will she dismiss you? will she react with vague disinterest? what would be worse?
-you don't have much time to ponder, because she's soon nodding thoughtfully and to your shock, she agrees
-after that, it gets easier and easier to understand what she wants
-but as you get to know her, she makes it clear that she knows you just as well
-one night, as you make your way to clean the dining table of all the mess, she covertly dismisses her daughters with a wave of her hand
-another thing that has you in a chokehold: her absolute dominance
-you can feel her eyes follow you around the table as you make an attempt to clean but then she stops you
-you freeze and prepare for her to reprimand you, or worse, but instead she asks you to sit and eat with her
-it's terrifyingly unexpected, but you do as she says, and you find as the night goes on, you're enjoying yourself
-she asks you what you like to wear, what your life was like before the castle, things of that nature
-your dreams, your aspirations, even your darkest desire begin to gradually lay themselves out for her on her dinner table
-how can you resist? she's not only your boss, but also perhaps the most gorgeous woman you've ever seen
-and god, the first time you make her laugh, genuinely laugh, you feel like you've snorted the strongest ecstasy known to man
-it's quietly amused as she slightly tilts her head back and chuckles. a laugh that isn't overzealous but subtly full of mirth
-she even tells you, straight to her masterful point, that she wants to take care of you in more ways than one
-and
-fuck, you're in love with a nine foot tall vampiric woman
-by then, if you don't know that your mistress is making it clear she has the desire to court you, you may never figure it out
-you never go outside the castle on dates
-she insists that it's not safe nor does the outside have anything more than she could give you right here, and you agree
-as long as you're with her, it never matters where you are after all
-your duties soon find themselves terminated as she brings you closer and closer into the folds of her life
-your life becomes the most exquisite in the most bizarre circumstances
-baths together are her favorite as you lounge together in the hot waves of water, your hands on her legs massaging them ever so appreciatively
-she talks about her day, her duties, and if she's comfortable, she even voices some of her worries and insecurities
-yes, even a woman of her greatness houses a few insecurities after all
-walks in the courtyard by day, and artful discussions by night
-she adores your discussions on art and music. what you think of this writer, or of this piece means all the world to her.
-to have someone on par with her intellectually, even if they aren't physically or in status, is something she treasures
-although, you still know deep down that she loves that she's still your superior more
-you love it too tbh
-she sings to you while she plays the piano here and there, and you always feel winded by the complete and utter 180
-one moment she makes little work of begging servants, and the next she's making soft, lulling music just for you
-ohhh, and she loves the effect she has on you, absolutely relishes in using it to her advantage
-she's so cruel, so purposely devious as she lifts her dress to ask for help with her heel, or when she demands you do her hair
-what can she say? she's a heartstopper in more ways than one
-but, over all else, the best dates are the ones where she speaks her heart
-you could be standing in devastating monsoon together and it would never matter, as long as she told you that she loved you and that you were different than anyone else she had ever cared for
-it takes your breath away when she leans down and kisses you, brushing a finger across your cheek, and whispers to only you that you take such good care of her
-when she says things like that, you know in your gut, in the very sinews of your being, that you would do anything at all for her, all she need do is ask
-and she knows that, but she rarely would ever take advantage of such a gift
-only every now and then when she needs you to remind her just how much you long to worship her after all
a - affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection? do they cuddle, hug, etc. often?)
Nadja is explicitly affectionate. She's all over you at any given second, and gives affection freely. She's also a-okay with pda, and is honestly very much into adoring you in public. Being an exhibitionist at her finest, she loves letting people know you're hers as intensely as possible. Her displays of affection are a little strange sometimes but altogether lovely. She'll often show it by just sitting on your lap or clinging to your arm, talking your ear off about something completely random, and you'll listen because you love her rants dearly. She loves cuddling, but she doesn't often hug. She finds hugs a bit too intimate, so she'll only hug you when you're alone or in desperate need of one.
b - best quality (their best quality)
Nadja is hugely passionate, so when she loves you, she loves you with every little bit of her existence, past and present. Her emotions flip-flop frequently, but when she's in love with you, especially in the moment, you are the most precious thing to her. Walking past her in the hallway could somehow end up with her face crushed against yours. You could be dusting a shelf one moment and the next her hands are on your face, cradling it and calling you pretty names while praising you for doing the bare minimum. She's a woman dictated by impulsivity, by mercurial whim, so she'll express how she feels the very moment she feels it. If you just happen to inspire that ardent heart of hers, then gear up for the most grand and heated gestures of love in your life.
c - confession (how would they confess their love for their partner? what would be the moment they knew they loved you?)
She would know that she desired you immediately, but knowing she's in love would come later. it wouldn't be small, but it would be personal. She's used to people falling at her feet, but somehow, the world turned upside down because she's chasing you. You're oblivious, reserved, untrustworthy, and she finds your vague misunderstandings intriguing, and it spurs her on. But she'd know she loved you, really loved you, when you get into something chaotic or dangerous. Cussing someone out to defend her, getting in a scuffle for her even if you can't fight, being promiscuous in a way she'd never anticipate not only to please her, but because you're into it too. Nadja is a sucker (no pun intended) for a kindred spirit. Seeing the fire burning within you would ignite her own immediately, and she'd tell you in the thick of the flames right then and there. Openly, honestly, perhaps loudly in some cases.
d - domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning and taking care of themselves?)
Nadja surprisingly enjoys domesticity. She likes a simple background with exciting moments, so yes, she'd definitely settle somewhere with you. She's, of course, been married and settled with Laszlo for centuries, so she'd for sure do the same with you. However, she's terrible at domestic tasks. You're honestly shocked at just how terrible her executive functioning is. She doesn't need to eat like a normal person, so she doesn't cook. She doesn't clean because that's what familiars are for in her world. She's not the worst at taking care of herself, she hunts for her "food" occasionally. But she still relies heavily on someone else for almost everything else, including the times she doesn't find her own prey.
e - endure (what would you have to be okay with to live and be with them? what bad habits of theirs would you have to accept to be their partner?)
You'd have to be really cool with her housemates and husband. She's honestly a poly queen, and you'd have to be okay with sharing her with Laszlo. It wouldn't be too bad tho, because you're her favorite (don't tell Laszlo that). Living with her would require you living with everyone else. With Nandor's incessant need for control, with Colin Robinson in all of his insufferable glory, and with Laszlo's general fuckery. Guillermo's not too bad, you actually like him and feel bad for him at the same time. You'd also need to settle into the chaos of her daily life, and her heading of the vampire council. That's about it, besides y'know, the overhang of death and gore in her life too. But she's your powerful gf, and you're nothing if not supportive.
f - faithful (are they loyal? would they stay faithful?)
The terms of faithfulness are a bit...different in Nadja's book. I stand by the fact that she's poly, so if you're poly, that's honestly the best case scenario. She loves you, completely and whole-heartedly, but she's also not a one-partner person. She has Laszlo, and she may entertain a little affair here and there. But that doesn't make her feelings for you any less. At the end of day, you can always be sure that she'll come back home to you, and love you just as much as she did before.
g - gifts (are they regularly a gift giver? what kind of gifts would they give their s/o?)
She doesn't give gifts often. It's not because she doesn't enjoy it, but because it's simply not her style of saying she loves you. But if she were to give you a gift, it would probably be something she likes just as much as you do. A matching outfit immediately comes to mind, so you both could go out dressed to the nines together. That or something outlandish, like a haunted doll wearing your favorite colors or a bag of salt to keep pesky spirits away.
h - honesty (how honest are they?)
She's fairly honest. She definitely doesn't have a filter, being the type to just say how she feels on the spot right there and then without sparing any feelings. An outfit is ugly? Nadja will say it is and even exaggerate a little bit just to get the point across. A person has a shitty sense of humor? Too bad for them because Nadja doesn't hold punches. With you, at least, she tries to put it nicely or staunch it altogether, which you appreciate somewhat. But she's still nadja at the end of day, and it's going to slip one way or another. It's great when you need to know she's being truthful about how she feels, but terrible when you're feeling fragile about something else like your appearance or social skills. She's just bad at social interactions like that, so you can bet that she'll try her absolute best to make it up to you if she happens to hurt your feelings. Bluntness is a blessing and a curse after all.
i - injury (how would they react if their s/o was injured?)
Retribution is swift, ferociously fast when something hurts you, be it an object or a person. But first, she'd tend to you the best way she could. She's not that comforting, mostly panicking and screaming like a half-hearted banshee, but she means well. You know it's just because she loves you. You've heard Madja sing before, and her singing sounds scarily similar to her yelling honestly. Hysterical, trembly, and high. If a person hurts you, well, safe to say that person won't exist long after. We've all seen her rip the heart out of a man that made the mistake of disrespecting her. Imagine what she would do for you. But if it was an object, prepare to fall in love with her even faster. She's the type to comfort her partner after they've stubbed their toe on a table, and then beat up the table later when no one else is around. Literally would snap it in half and burn it for you. One of the rooms upstairs doesn't even have a door anymore because she ripped it off its hinges for you after it slammed shut on your finger.
j - jealousy (how jealous are they?)
it's hard to say with nadja, because i think it would depend on the person. if you were messing around or flirting with someone she had no problem with, someone that meant no harm, or someone you messed around with in the past, i doubt she'd feel too jealous about it. but, if she and the person you're vibing with are on bad terms, or she dislikes them for whatever reason, she'll vocalize it. she may even play the silent treatment or cold shoulder if you refuse to drop them or if she REALLY hates the person you're involved with. but even if she doesn't care for sharing you all of the time, she also understands everyone has needs and if something happens, it happens.
k - kiss (how do they kiss? what's their favorite type of kiss?)
Her kisses aren't a frequent thing she hands out, but when she does, she kisses like an animal. Feral, starving, and with no restraint. No matter where you are, she grabs your face and just melds her own with it. Nose to nose, brow to brow, body to body, so intense you're not sure where your being ends and her's begins. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, you feel like you're crashing down a case of spiral stairs. The type of kiss that makes you grieve for all of the kisses you never had, and all of the kisses that never lived up to it. The type that makes you resent yet miss a softer, far more aching kiss. Those are her favorites.
l - love language (what's their love language?)
Touch. Straight up, no lies, she's a touchy individual. Even if it's not necessarily conventionally affectionate, she just likes to be near you, near your body so she can feel you near her. Her hand on your shoulder behind you as you sit and she stands, both of her arms wrapped around one of yours as you're out together on a walk, a hand on your knee while she chews out someone else in her regular Nadja fashion. You're almost certain that if she were given the chance, she would crawl in your skin and never climb back out. Her love language is also trust. The trust that she gives you when she lets you see her is unmatched, unparalleled. She isn't afraid to be seen as inferior or told she doesn't have what it takes, and she trusts you to hear her. Truly hear her.
m - marriage (do they want to get married? how would they propose?)
She's already legally married to Laszlo, but that doesn't mean she would be opposed to agreeing to a union with you. It's not that she doesn't love you, but she def wouldn't divorce Laszlo. It takes too long, costs too much, and it frankly would be a humorous yet nightmarish sight to watch them in a divorce court setting. But, she'd love to make a commitment to you, and for you to make one to her. It wouldn't be legal, but that wouldn't phase her really because nothing would change. You're already her partner and she's already yours, that's all that matters. To be honest, I doubt she'd propose. You'd have to be the one to bring it up. She's a vampire, and the passage of time and the quality of relationships have different definitions to her, so she wouldn't really think about marriage or otherwise. For her, things are lovely the way they are.
n - nicknames (what type of nicknames, or pet names, would they use for the s/o?)
Let's all be honest here, all of her pet names would be weird as hell but simultaneously endearing. things like "my sweet little turnip" and "my wingless siren" are not things you would have expected to be called, but you treasure them nonetheless. She's simply overzealous at times, but other times she reverts to calling you socially normal things like "baby" and "dear".
o - offspring (do they want children? what type of parent would they be?)
She's entertained the idea of what her own children would be like, but beyond that, she doesn't think of it too often. She's a vampire. Vampires don't typically have children, and they don't typically mate with people that can have children. She's not in the market to become a mother, and she's happy with that. She would be ultimately supportive as a parent, but she would fail at other aspects of the job, like taking care of a child and providing them with the necessities when they're required. She'd make a great aunt tho.
p - patience (how patient are they? do they lose their temper often?)
Patience is not a word that exists in Nadja's vocabulary. When she wants it, she wants it right then, and she gives little leeway to make errors in-between. She has a short fuse when it comes to most things, and once that fuse is set, there's no stopping it. When she meets you, however, she makes an attempt at reeling it in a bit. She loves you, and she doesn't want to do anything that would have you upset with her. She still has a hard time controlling it, but it's now on a shorter leash.
q - quizzes (how much do they remember about their s/o? do they remember every detail, or do they let details slip their mind?)
She isn't the type to forget, but it's honestly up to whenever the occasion arises that she finds herself remembering. Someone could say something completely different than the circumstance, but she'd somehow remember the time you fell in a puddle and caught pink eye. She has the habit of forgetting dates and middle names and favorite flowers, but she then remembers those things because of the stories that come with them. She doesn't recall that your favorite flower is forget-me-not until she walks by the suit of knight armor in the hall, and then she remembers that you love the flower because of how it was named.
r - remember (their favorite memory of your relationship)
The first time she let you do her hair. You sat her down in front of a mirror, and then immediately apologized because you had suddenly remembered that it wouldn't matter if you did it in front of a mirror because she didn't have a reflection. She was happy to let you try while simultaneously intrigued by what you would do. To be honest, she was expecting something nice but basic. However, she was soon proven wrong, very wrong when your fingers began delicately spinning and braiding her hair exactly the way she liked it. She hadn't known that you'd been watching Guillermo do her hair for weeks, subtly taking in every little detail of it all. The ins and outs if you will. She loved it, adored it. This small but meaningful act of intimacy that kept your skin close to hers and left her feeling more beautiful than ever. Every time after that, she asks for you to do her hair in front of the mirror only, so she can watch your fingers deftly trace the air around her curls, and admire the gorgeously concentrated expression that paints your face only for her. It doesn’t even matter if she can’t see herself at all.
s - security (how protective are they? how would they protect their s/o, and how would they like to be protected?)
She’s protective, but she’s not over the top with it. She knows you can handle yourself, and is happy to step in only when she thinks she’s needed. But when she does step in, it’s hell for whoever has wronged you. She isn’t violent from the jump, putting the person back in their place by hypnotising them so they’ll embarrass themself or fuck themselves over. But if that’s not an option, her patience runs thin unforgivingly fast. She can be merciless, and violence becomes a very appealing thought every second after. Nadja loves to be protected, absolutely swoons over someone willing to defend her honor or their own. Knock someone down a peg, preferably brutally for her to watch, and she’s all over you, praising you for how brave and ruthless you were. Your vampire gf is a vicious creature by nature, and she adores watching you lay people low in her name.
t - try (how much effort do they put into the relationship? how much effort goes into dates, anniversaries, and birthdays?)
She remembers dates quite well shockingly, and especially dates in relation to someone she truly values. She puts her definition of effort in, although it may be a little odd. She doesn’t take you out on many dates, but she does create time so you two can play games around the house. Or she’ll take you out after dark to a park to see the stars, or simply stroll with you through the city until sunrise. It’s not extravagant, but she definitely puts effort into the things you do together. Nadja for sure makes a big thing out of your birthday. She yells at everyone in the house to decorate and ready everything for you hours before you’re meant to arrive, and then she painstakingly makes an attempt to assure that you have anything your heart desires. She may have confused confetti with cappelletti and now there’s stuffed pasta everywhere, and she tried to find a bakery but ended up with a candle that smells like birthday cake. And sure, it’s a little weird because Colin Robinson is belly dancing in front of you, but you also love it because it’s her life that she’s sharing with you. The biggest gift of all in your book. Anniversaries pretty much end up the same way, but you can’t deny the excitement you feel to see what madness she has concocted for you both.
u - understanding (how understanding are they? do they listen to their s/o problems? how do they approach vulnerability?)
Understanding queen. Typically, she’ll be a bit edgy about mistakes or irritating topics, but for you, she’s just a huge pushover. She loves listening to you vent, makes time out of her day just to listen to you rant about whatever. Goes so far as telling people to fuck off because now you’re here and she needs to talk shit with her little turnip. She doesn’t know what you’re saying sometimes, but she nods her head dopily with that cute half smile on her face, agreeing or asking questions so often. And if you both can talk shit together about things you hate? There's nothing that can pull you apart. Anyone that walks in on your session is immediately harassed right back out the door. She has a hard time being vulnerable, and often pulls away from things that make her feel too icky, but I think she’d eventually come around to sharing things like that with you. Just give her time.
v - vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)
Nadja is a fashionable lady, so she loves to look her best. She relishes intense, but gorgeous makeup looks and needs her hair done just the way she likes. Every now and then she peels off from her typical, dramatic style and divulges in a look modern to it’s time, but she just can’t deny her favorites. The outside needs to match the inside, and Nadja needs her theatrical style to accentuate her far more chaotic personality.
w - wildcard (something random about them)
She adores Russian nesting dolls. You have no exact clue as to why, but just the sight of one brings her unparalleled joy. You took her to a flea market once, happy to show her all of the festive differences in each stall. She tried to act excited but in common Nadja fashion, she either criticized or expressed vague, but sceptical interest in things here and there. Until you both stopped at a stall where a man was demonstrating how a Russian nesting doll worked to a little girl. Suddenly, to your shock, both Nadja and the little girl stood together in awe at the man popping smaller and smaller versions of the doll out of itself. She accused him of witchcraft once or twice, but also wouldn’t stop complimenting the magic of it, so you made the choice to buy it for her. The entire night after, she sat in the library and kept opening and closing various little wooden casing for hours on end. It was puzzling, and you spent a lot of time wondering, how in all of her long life, she had not seen one before. Safe to say, now she has an entire collection, and you just keep buying them for her because you can’t get over the undeniable excitement on her face everytime you give her one.
y - you (their favorite part of you, why they love you, everything about you)
She loves your vigor. Just absolutely enthralled with you being enthralled with anything. Your passion, your fire, your desire to love in such an ardent way. You could talk to her about anything you hold a tender spot for and she would listen, head in hand, eyes tracking every single part of you. If you have hyperfixations, Nadja is THE one to listen to you infodump because she just loves to love whatever YOU love. The excitement that paints your every move as you spill all the contents from your vast well of knowledge is like a drug for her. You feeling powerful makes her feel ultimately powerful too. But, if you were to ask her why she loves you, it’s clear. She loves you because she respects you. To have Nadja's utmost respect is a divine gift, truly, and she holds you with such reverence and high opinion. Your word, your presence, your energy. All things she would miss dearly if she didn’t have since you understand, listen, and respect her. Nadja is not a particularly sentimental person, and she was always sure that she had heard it all. But once, you told her that she could do anything, and do it better than anyone else. You told her that she didn’t need anyone, even you, to feel strong because she has all she needs, and you said that wherever she desired to conquer, that you would be there to cheer her on. It struck her heart that you had such sincere belief in her, that she finally began to believe in her resilience herself.
z - zzz (how do they sleep? how does an s/o fit into their sleep habits?)
You’ve never actually seen her sleep, at least, deeply. There have been times when you’ve caught a glimpse here or there of her sleepily slumped against furniture. Seeing as they’re commonly crafted for a singular person’s use, you’ve never shared a coffin with her. The space is too tight to crawl in, you figure. You have lain with her in places before to relax. When you’ve laid in bed with her, she knits her entire body into yours. Legs over legs, arms around arms, and head under your chin as she snuggles her face into your chest. She likes to be held, and you’re more than happy to oblige.
