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valeriianz · 1 year

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The Devil Wears Prada AU where Dream manages to get a job working for THE top fashion magazine, as assistant to the editor-in-chief, Lucifer Morningstar. Who works him to the bone.

And Hob of course is his boyfriend, and a sous-chef. But unlike the film, they actually have a very healthy and compatible relationship. And Hob is always super duper supportive of his boyfriend.

They had met in college. Dream was the loner, quiet type who always had his nose in a book and always dressed for comfort, hoodies and sweats. All day every day. All of Dream’s friends are actually Hob’s friends, because he pulls people in like a magnet. And they get looks all the time going out, because they just radiate such opposing auras (Dream in his thick eyeliner, black-on-black attire, uncombed hair and Hob still bright and smiling and colorful despite working 10-12 hour shifts on a cramped line in one of NYC’s busiest kitchens).

Now Dream is coming home to their meager 600 sq ft apartment in tailored suits that accentuate his crazy long legs, shiny shoes with a bit of heel, and pops of color and Hob feels like he’s falling in love all over again. Dream has started putting more effort in to his overall appearance not just with clothes, but with his hair and makeup as well, subtle, professional, and fucking sexy as hell. It’s in the way Dream carries himself now, too. No longer slouching or hiding away from the group at parties or dinner dates, but tall and regal and so full of confidence it just makes Hob beam with pride. Like, that’s my boyfriend. That’s mine. That tall, dark, well spoken man is fucking me senseless every night and I wear his bruises and bites without shame.

Dream is worried his new job is too demanding and is taking away time from them but Hob asks if he’s happy. It's hard work, and it kind of sucks… but yeah, Dream loves it. Then Hob says he supports him. When Dream can’t make it to Hob’s birthday party, he sends a quick text to Hob explaining why he’s missing out, but that he’ll make it up to him. It bums Hob out but he knows how well Dream is thriving in this new job. He’s clawed his way up through the shittiest of situations and is truly making a name for himself. So Hob doesn’t let Dream’s absence sour the mood.

And Dream does make it up to Hob. He takes them out to the cafe they’d first met in the West Village. They walk through a park and Dream takes his hand and pulls him off somewhere secluded and presses their foreheads together and tells Hob how much he loves him. How much he’s appreciated his unwavering support and love. He leans in to brush his lips along Hob’s ear and, with a voice quiet and soft as satin, he asks Hob,

“If I were to propose to you right now, would you say yes?”

And Hob feels a lump in his throat and his heart crashing against his ribs and laughs and says,

“Yeah, I would.”

But Dream pulls back, a glint in his eyes and a secretive smile on his lips and Hob suddenly just wants. He pulls Dream down into a kiss that begs and pleads for mercy, biting and licking and damn near sobbing with it. It’s a miracle they’re able to call a cab to get home before Dream drops to his knees in broad daylight to suck Hob dry.

And when Dream gets that gig in Paris, Hob has a congratulatory party waiting for him when he returns. And manages to get down on one knee in front of all their friends and ask Dream to marry him.

Henceforth they are known as the “Power Couple.”

#dreamling #hob x dream #devil wears prada au #been marinating on this au for weeks now #but can't seem to properly write it #so have this instead #my writing

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rauberrauber · 1 year

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line up baby

wanted to make a sort of ref for everyone so i can keep track of everyone's designs, heights, etc

side hcs below cuz i wanna ramble lol

fyi any links are just for pictures to help visualize what im trying to say

also add to these with ur own i love reading hcs :]

general:

the sides work with a kind of cartoon logic (kinda like who framed Roger rabbit) which is what their shape shifting and such is, they can survive pretty much everything, dont bend to reality type thing

i also dig playing around with the idea that they just arent human, they dont need to eat, sleep, even breathe or blink if they dont wanna. They just play more human around thomas so they dont freak him out (everyone but remus at least, dude doesnt give a fuck lol) they all have their priorities regarding that kinda stuff. like logan doesnt eat or sleep almost at all (there r exceptions tho obvi (crofters)) while patton rly likes to cook and bake so why not eat the stuff you make? meanwhile remus eats literally anything he can find

they can also float if they wanna, same thing where they just dont around thomas. this came about me just imagining remus consistently floating around in the mindscape instead of walking for whatever reason? so yeah they can do that

theres a core mindscape and a ‘dark’ mindscape, that sorta works like the upside down from stranger things (as in the dark mindscape is like literally upside down and mirrors everything, like this)

everyones also got their own unique doors to their rooms. logans is very sleek and modern, pattons in more childlike and almost vintage, romans resemble castle doors while remus’ is more like a dungeons, virgils is typically angsty teenager with tons of posters and ‘keep out’ signs, and janus has tons of locks on his

design wise the core sides have straight teeth and fluffier hair while the dark sides have sharp teeth and rougher(?) hair (since changing, virgil has vampire-esque fangs)

logan:

square rimmed glasses

loves the rain

unintentionally fidgets with his clothes, always adjusting his glasses or rolling his sleeves up and down or messing with the buttons or his tie

playing more into the whole ‘sides dont have to eat thing’ he finds food kinda nasty lol, again only rly eats stuff thats very good to him (ultimate picky eater basically) patton has tried and failed many times to get logan to try and like new foods

roman was the one who got him to try crofters

watches those long ass video essays about random topics on youtube for background noise

patton:

round glasses and heart eyes

has roller blades/skates! specifically these ones that retract the wheels. good way of getting energy out (even if hes super clumsy with them)

tallest + dad bod

tons of bandages, kinda playing around with the phrase ‘broken heart’

him and janus play video games together (both of them are terrible lol)

definitely listens to dad rock/dad music

roman:

starry eyes!

crown can float on its own (same w/ remus’)

has one of these couches in his room to dramatically faint onto

him and remus dont share a room, but they have a sort of portal to each others rooms if that makes sense. a big mirror but instead of reflecting, its showing into the other room and only the twins can go thru

wants to be his own side after the split

roman and remus pierced each others ears when they were younger

virgil:

decently tall but slouches a lot which hides it (slouching hes shorter than the twins but still taller than janus) also rarely stands or sits straight at all so it kinda shocked the core sides when he showed them how tall he rly was (queue roman being mad cuz hes actually the shortest of the main four lol)

has stereotypical emo hair and still has some purple dye in it

hot topic skeleton fingerless gloves and muddy sneakers (idk why it just feels right)

tons of random bruises

draws his nails black with sharpie

listens to metal music to calm down. remus got him into a lot of numetal, screamo kinda music when virgil was still one of the others, it was one of the few times theyd hang out and virgil wasnt 100% freaked out by remus

definitely experimented with scene fashion when thomas was a teenager

drinks tons of energy drinks

janus:

shortest ha

yellow eyes

bow wrapped on his hat

long flowy cape and heeled shoes with spats (thats what theyre called right?)

uses the staff from pof as a walking cane

speaks fluent pig latin, remus and logan are the only ones who can somewhat understand what he says (remus cuz hes been around janus so long, and logan wanting to research and understand whatever the hell janus is saying) it also has always drove virgil up the wall cuz hes never been able to get it, janus will start speaking it just to annoy him

only rly relaxes when by himself, always kinda putting on a mask with the others and thomas, regardless of how trustworthy he considers them

constantly coming up with proper plans and schemes, typically wouldnt let remus near them with a 10 foot pole (affectionately)

knows how to lockpick

scared of the ocean

remus:

broken crown

eyes can go all crazy, pupils can be different sizes and such (there was a cartoon that did this where the eyes would go red and have a ton of rings around the pupils like spirals kinda? i cant find a pic of what im rly visualizing rip i hope that makes sense)

ton of rings (one of em is an eyeball ring)

is like half an inch taller than roman and will never let him live it down

enjoys all the ‘bad’ disney/pixar movies. (cars, home on the range, etc) and like unironically enjoys them. prolly started ironically to mess with roman but he genuinely find those ones the best and cant fathom why theyre disliked (totally not self-indulgent cuz some of those movies are my favorites)

comes up with random weird plans and ropes janus into them whenever possible, janus plays along best he can

somewhat wants to fuse back with roman (even if hes unsure why)

remus and virge used to make fun of roman together all the time

remus is the one who gave virge his septum and gages

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twistedroseytoesy · 1 year

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i've read your other amazing squid s/o stuff and i decided we don't have enough </3

how about the Octavinelle trio with a mer s/o who is a bigfin squid? i imagine their s/o would be stupidly tall, and since they're deeper sea squids they'd be sensitive to light :) s/o standing in the dark corner ominously

-bigfin anon :D

These creatures have very little known about them. so I did a bit of research to try and figure it out.

Also warning for this story due to some body horror. Also a bigfin squid just under the cut!

Description

You are a rather shy and secluded mer, deep in the depths of the ocean and swilling using your large fins on your sides, your long arms shifting around to catch any small creatures floating in the water to eat. You have pale white skin with black eyes. The few merfolk interactions you didn't really like due to how they made fun of your weird elbows.

When you came to the surface you were still made fun of for your odd human form. You are abnormally tall at 6’9” so our learned the art of slouching and keeping your head down. Your pale white skin and black eyes weren't too unusual it was your arms and sides. Along your sides were little flaps of skin similar to your very large fins that helped you through the water. Your arms had a second elbow just above where the elbow usually would be. you're able to contort your arms into very unsettling and unnatural shapes due to this. It also doesn't help that your elbows are able to bend both ways. Creating even scarier contortions. You were bullied a lot for this and when you discovered how often humans will cover their arms you started to do so. you trained yourself to lock your second elbow and try to pass it off as normal. At NRC you are happy to leave behind the rude mers at the training camp but it's so scary and way to bright on the surface. you just hope no one will find out about your arms...

Octavinelle

Azul: Unfortunately any student trying to keep their head down means they have something to hide, and something that people want to be hidden can be exploited. He had Jade observe you and was told about your mer characteristics. Blackmailed you into working for the lounge, mostly in the back of the kitchen, since you practically begged him to not have you work with the public. You were an ok worker but very shy. Honestly found your arms super weird and disturbing, stopped any bullying against you since he knows what that's like. After his overblott, he released you and apologized for his actions. He even offered some small discount in the lounge for you.

The first time he saw your mer form was by accident. It was very late and azul usually would use his personal tank to be in his merform, but unfortunately, it was being cleaned thanks to a certain eel twins prank. You shrieked when you both made eye contact. He stumbled back from the pool not expecting anyone else to be there. You try and hide your arms and flee but the pool wasn't too big. He assures you that you are fine, but when you say that he doesn't have to lie to you about it. You know that others see you as weird with your weird arms and huge side fins. He shushes you and recognized that you've been through similar things like him. you both connect over being seen as monsters. To him, you're so interesting, being fairly boneless yet having what equates to elbows. You both don't move fast either and become good friends behind closed doors, venting and helping each other heal from your pasts. The twins still tease you both but will happily torture anyone who speaks badly about either of you.

Jade: oya? seems a little fish is trying to keep their head down and stay unseen? what are you trying to hide he wonders. Thanks to permission from azul he observed and watched you carefully. Finding out that you were a merfolk wasn't too big of a surprise, what surprised him was what type of merfolk you were. Not many deep-sea merfolk are ever seen. And your type of merfolk, even the species of squid are rare to see. He continues to watch you for a bit before revealing himself. you were blackmailed and forced to serve in the lounge, but luckily the back kitchens were somewhat dimly lit and you worked well. despite a few accidents here and there from your strangely long arms. He likes teasing you and seeing you squirm from his comments. once served you up some squid and you looked rather sick.

He obviously saw your merform when he was stalking observing you. He honestly thought you were interesting. the large fins along your side were something he has never seen on any mer and the strange elbow-like spots on your arms were interesting. Does experiments with your arms and gets morbidly fascinated at the crazy contortions he is able to push your arms too. may or may not have taken a bit off of one of your tentacles when he decided to swim with you in one of the octavinelle pools.

Floyd: Honestly thought you were so boring since you were always so shy and covered up. Once Jade revealed that you were a mer then he was interested. called you little clam. Likes to poke and prod at you to try and see how you would react. He pestered you a lot when you were forced to work in the kitchen. When he was told about your arms he immediately grabbed them and you freaked out and used an impressive amount of strength to throw him back and run away. He liked that!

He chased after you to where you ran away and saw you out the octavinelle windows into the water around the dorm, followed you and you elbowed him back. He laughed at your elbows and noted how he's never seen a bigfin squid! he likes to poke at your big fins and laugh at your elbowed tentacles. He's mean but he will defend you if anyone decides to mess with you, only he's allowed to mess with big fin squiddy! Otherwise, he gets rather bored with you and even just ignores your presence, you like those days.

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watatsumiis · 1 year

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Some Fatui Harbingers height and body type headcanons because I have so much brainrot for them right now it's not even funny oof

General warnings for talk of different body types and weights (all in a very neutral way - except for a brief mention of body insecurity under Scara's entry)

Ok so I'm going to put this list in order from tallest to shortest because that's the way that makes the brain happy - i dont have exact height ideas, but the first three are definitely unnaturally tall in my brain

Technically the tallest would be the big robot that carries Sandrone around but i haven't latched onto them. yet.

Capitano is built like a brick shithouse, he's huge, he's tall and broad and super muscly, but not in a bodybuilder way, think more like Maui from Moana (i do actually headcanon him as being Maori (or at least the teyvat equivalent idk) but that's an infodump for another post. He's the tallest and most physically intimidating, he's got a slope to his shoulders and his quiet demeanour gives him this very scary kind of vibe.

Pierro is close behind, he's quite tall, he'd be pretty close to Capitano's height but he has a bit of a slouch/stoop (perhaps minor scoliosis? i dunno) that makes him shorter, but his attitude and demeanour make him seem taller, so it's not that hard to mistake him for the tallest of the Harbingers. He's not as broad as Cap by a long shot, but he makes sure to layer his clothing to make him seem more physically intimidating - he puts a lot of effort into little visual things like that so he gives off the most commanding aura he possibly can.

Dottore (omega form) is next, he's freakishly lanky, with long, spidery limbs. I'm not sure why, but I keep drawing parallels between him and the ibis bird (which i think is a fun thing to play with, the sacred ibis vs bin chicken type deal), he moves in a very ... twitchy, erratic kind of way. He's very skinny and the long coats he wears definitely lend to that appearance (which he probably does on purpose, he likes being seen as something uncanny, something not quite human, just to throw others off and give him an edge in the interaction).

Childe is within the realms of like, normal human heights, not uncanny. He's lean, but not skinny - he's got a lot of strength that he hides with his clothes (not to make others underestimate him, he doesn't use those kinds of underhanded tactics), but he doesn't go out of his way to hide off the muscle that he's worked so hard to accrue.

Pantalone is slightly shorter than Childe (much to his chagrin), but I can definitely see him wearing high boots just to give him that extra bit of height over Childe because he's petty like that and enjoys lording it over him (the day that Childe figures out how to walk in platform heels it is OVER for him). He's very... elegantly shaped, I think is the word that's floating in my brain, he's got some definite curvature and shape to him that he likes to flaunt a bit with his clothing. He's got some softer bits to him that just show how he likes to enjoy the finer things in life. He's mastered the act of accessorising himself in different ways to suit the situation, he's subtly manipulative like that.

Arlecchino is tall and kind of stocky and definitely has a decent amount of muscle - I can see her having long legs with hip dips (hip dips my BELOVED btw) - she likes giving off a kind of butch vibe (i could actually see her wearing binders on occasion, she's very fluid in the way she presents)

Signora is a little above average height, I can't decide whether she's small and petite or on the broader side, but she's definitely got some curves to her!!

Damslette is sitting a little below average height, I can see her being stocky and a little on the chubbier side, but she's still like... physically small, if that makes sense!

Scaramouche is smack between Damslette and Sandrone - he's small, and definitely gets a lot of flak for it (which he hates). He's proportioned like a younger child, his limbs look a bit too long for his body, and he can sometimes be quite clumsy as a result. He's kind of lean, but definitely has some tubby bits (probably around the hips/thighs/cheeks/tummy/upper arms) that he can be a little insecure about sometimes.

Sandrone is decently below average, she's quite short and very very petite, perhaps even having some kind of chronic illness/pain that makes it difficult for her to walk a lot/do much heavy lifting, hence why she has her puppets do it for her. She's very very tiny and definitely on the skinnier side.

Pulcinella is itty bitty. He's tiny. He's a shrunken old man. If ANYONE in the harbingers complains about their height they get the spiel of "hey at least you aren't as short as Pulcinella!" (unless it's capitano who literally hits his head on doorways sometimes). He looks kind of small and frail, because he is, but he can still kick ass in a fight if it comes down to it! he has no issues with his height

Please don't steal/copy/repost my work!

Likes and reblogs are always super appreciated :D

If you'd like to rant with/at me about any headcanons/ideas you might have I'd love to hear, so feel free to send an ask/dm my way!

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ryuichirou · 1 year

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What's with that adorable sassy little lost child? 😂 Any headcanons for our lil prodigy?

I’m pretty late with this reply, but we got this ask right after we posted a sketch of little Idia, the one that we sketched when we found out that Toboso initially wanted to make him a child prodigy… what an adorable sassy little lost child he is 😭

I’m glad you liked him, Anon! The moment we read that, the image of that cheeky boy appeared before me so brightly and clearly, like, we know exactly what type of a character he would be. Absolutely insufferable in the best way possible! Not so different from Idia as we know him though lol

Oh the headcanons, the headcanons! I do have a couple of thoughts when I look at him, so, here they are.

He is as annoying as regular Idia, sometimes even more-so because he’s a brat, but at the end of the day he is an antisocial shy kid. So if you don’t know better, you might even think that he is cute. But then he opens his mouth…

Idia doesn’t consider himself a kid, he believes that he is even more mature than some of the older kids; he is definitely smarter than them, that’s for sure. But at the same time he can still pull a “why are you being mean to a child, how could you” card whenever it’s beneficial to him.

Ortho carries him around a lot, and sometimes Idia piggybacks on him; in general he is lazier about moving around than his lanky 18 y.o. self. Why not let Ortho do that? He doesn’t mind. It also lets Idia be taller than people he’s talking to. And get away quickly and easily when they get mad at him lol

Adult Idia would cringe very hard if he saw a younger version of himself. A younger Idia would also die of cringe is he saw an adult Idia. They would be horrible to each other…

His taste is almost the same as his 18 y.o. self’s, and he’s seen a lot of the stuff he probably shouldn’t have seen at his age; he’s never had anyone restrict what he’s doing on the internet, so you can’t really shock him with anything. But he is not very interested in the “adult world” of 18+ content.

Despite being a snarky smart-ass and a resident of the anonymous boards who is in his edgy “everyone’s stupid” phase, he is still a bit naïve, especially when it comes to actually genuinely talking to people instead of either trolling them or hiding from them.

He is small, but not super small, it’s just that he’s slouching and stuff. He’ll definitely get taller than Riddle pretty quickly and be very smug about it. God, his relationship with Riddle is probably even worse in this universe…

The tweels are even more terrifying to him than usual, because they are waaaay too tall for his liking, and are way into chasing him. Floyd especially, he chases Idia around a lot, pretty much every time he sees him, because he looks cute and funny when he tries to get away from Floyd. Another reason for Idia to always have Ortho around to pick him up and fly away.

Jade teases Idia a lot and says stuff like “Idia-san, why are you misbehaving, aren’t you our senpai? Shouldn’t you set the example for your underclassmen?”, which irritates Idia a lot. Idia also hates the fact that Jade (and Azul) call him with this honorific, because it always sounds like they are mocking him, especially Jade.

Azul plays boardgames with Idia in this universe too, and he tries very hard to befriend him. He believes that Idia is going to be easy to manipulate because he is younger and more naïve, but it’s not that easy: Idia sees through his bullshit and sees his schemes.

Whenever they play, Azul either complains that Idia is “too childish, but well, he is a child so it’s understandable”, or complains that Idia is “way too smart for his age, but he’s a prodigy, so it’s understandable”. Deep inside, playing chess with a kid younger than him (even though they’re not that different in age) pisses Azul off, he feels foolish when he loses, but if you were to tease him for that, he’d instantly say that it’s an honor to play with Idia-san, who is a such a bright young genius.

#replies #headcanons #idia shroud

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lavenderbexlatte · 7 months

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day 6: size difference

monsta x 1.2k words female reader insert Reader x Lee Jooheon NSFW

🖤 warnings: nonsense. descriptions of body size/body image, mild and undefined size kink 🖤

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There's no way to describe the look on this guy's face other than...shook.

It doesn't seem like it's a bad reaction, though. You smile at him nervously, as he works through whatever is sending him. He's watching you approach the table with that unmasked surprise, waiting as you weave your way through the crowded cafe.

You'd expected some awkwardness on a blind date. It's fine.

At least he's cute.

Super cute. He's got a lovely strong face, deep dimples that you can see even now when his face is at rest. His tight t-shirt and fitted jacket do nothing to hide his strong chest, and he sits in that confident man-spread, legs apart and a deep slouch.

He straightens up a little as you get closer.

For all of his apparent struggles, he does speak first. "Hey."

"Hi," you answer, slipping your coat off in the warmth of the cafe and settling it on your chair back, mostly for something to do with your hands.

"So, you're Jun's friend," he says.

"Yeah." You tell him your name, just in case, and he nods.

"Jooheon."

"Cool."

You're settled into your chair, thinking mostly about what you're going to go order to drink, but also a little bit about this guy and his continued astonishment.

And finally, he lets you in.

"You're short."

It's not your fault. You laugh. You can't help it.

"I guess I am," you agree. "Kinda."

You think you're pretty average. You certainly have coworkers and friends who are shorter, and smaller. But he's looking at you like he's never met someone smaller than himself.

"It's cute," he clarifies, as if suddenly realizing how he's acting, how a different person might take offense to his bluntness.

"You don't meet short people often?" you ask.

Jooheon smiles, and instantly, you're melting. Those dimples sink even deeper, and his eyesmile threatens to overwhelm his whole face.

"I work with famous people," he says. "Tall, dark, and handsome."

You know what he means, even if it's an off-target line to use about women. Celebrities are so often tall and delicate, a cold and sharp kind of cultivated beauty. Not exactly words to describe you. It makes sense, you guess, that maybe wasn't expecting someone like you. But that's an interesting tidbit, overall.

"Famous people?" you repeat, curious.

"I produce., and write."

"Music?"

"Mm."

So, he's a musician. Jun said he was in entertainment, but this is much more interesting than you'd expected, more low-key. You'd been half-expecting a local newscaster, or, like, a theater director.

"Are you ready to order?" you ask him.

"Yeah, lemme..."

He leans forward, retrieves a slim wallet from his back pocket.

"I can pay for my own," you say, as you stand up again.

You can feel Jooheon following you to the counter, and you're hyperaware of him standing a polite distance behind you as you speak to the cashier. Maybe you're shorter than he'd expected, but he's also taller than he looked sitting. You think he can probably look right over you, can see the cashier clear over your head.

The idea of it sends a little thrill through you.

It's not like you go for tall guys, exclusively, or anything. But Jooheon's immediate fascination with your size has you feeling...something.

You're too stuck in your own head, because as the cashier reads out your total, a hand darts in from the side, supplying a card that the cashier takes without even blinking.

"Aw!" you protest.

"I got it," Jooheon assures you.

Oh.

He's very close, now, leaning right up against you, hand propped on the counter as he waits for his credit card back.

"You are cute," he says.

It's a simple compliment, but the sincerity of it leaves you standing there for several dumb seconds after the purchase is completed, and Jooheon has already walked away.

Maybe that's how you find yourself pressed to the wall of his apartment building lobby.

Not even the apartment itself, but the lobby. Next to the elevator bay, right beside the button panel, waiting for the elevator car to come down and meet you.

Jooheon's pouty lips are feeling you out, straying from your mouth, down your jaw, your throat, and back. He has one knee propped against the wall, between your legs, threatening to hold you off the ground completely.

"You're so strong," you say breathlessly.

You hadn't realized he's quite so strong, or so broad. He's got the kind of solid filled-out look of a guy who works out, but also eats well. Working muscles, rather than aesthetic muscle.

Jooheon just feels so big.

He pulls back to wow you with those dimples again. "Thanks."

"Should we be doing this here?"

"Who's gonna stop us?"

It's a valid question, but any complaints about public indecency are answered for themselves when the elevator arrives, and Jooheon sweeps you into it.

"Everything okay?" he asks.

He's holding you gently by the waist, fingers playing up your spine like piano keys. You're kind of lost in him already.

"Yep."

"Cute."

He keeps saying that. He better stop, before you believe it.

You can't remember the last time you kissed someone this much, spent so much time just exploring another person. That's probably why you're so smitten, right now. Pure overwhelm.

His apartment is nice. The lobby was a giveaway, but you can tell by a hazy glance at the interior in the dark that he makes comfortable money. You'd want to take a look around, in other circumstances.

In these circumstances, there's no time.

"I want..."

Jooheon takes an agonizing moment to hang up his jacket, and yours, and he glances at you with mirth in his eyes. He's making you wait on purpose.

"What do you want?"

"Just...I mean..."

"Me?" Jooheon asks.

He lets his expression go wide and curious, childish wonder. He's teasing you, acting cute on purpose. The effect is ruined - or enhanced, you can't decide - by the sight of his broad chest and big arms, biceps wrapped in the tight cotton of his fitted tee. That face and that body-

"You," you agree.

"Then come get me, cutie."

He walks farther into the apartment, and you follow.

On your back beneath him, both of you bare from the waist up, you can't help but compare. The planes of his muscles, the jut of his ribs, the sheer breadth of your chest he can span with only one hand...

"So fuckin' little."

He mutters it, but it sets you on fire.

"I'm not that little," you say.

Jooheon laughs, dimples out full-force. He leans right down until you're face to face, his body covering yours so completely. "Yeah, you are."

As if to prove it, he draws back, takes you by the hip, and turns you right over onto your knees.

Flustered, you let your forehead rest on the mattress. It's like he can just do whatever he wants. He's so solid, so capable. You can't even see him, now, and he's still looming, demanding all of your attention.

"How much can you take, cutie?" he asks.

He's a big guy, in general, but the question has you tingling.

As well as you can with the constriction of clothing on you lower half, you arch into him. "How much do you have to give?"

"Wanna find out?"

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leopardsnake-stories · 2 years

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Julian: The Son CH1 Version1

Brienne tells herself, as usual, that she needs to get herself a car. An absolute clunker would work if anything. Anything would be better than public transport. Especially the bus.

However, today is not the day she gets her clunker. Instead, Brienne is going to get on the bus a block down from headquarters. All so she can go halfway across town.

All for some fancy coffee.

Brienne watches her breath steam in front of her face. Her hands are shoved into the pockets of her puffy winter jacket. It’s not just cold, no, it’s also wet.

When the bus pulls up to the curb, water sloshes across the sidewalk. She doesn’t move quick enough to stop it from soaking through her tennis shoes. Perfect, what a wonderful day.

Brienne takes the first seat she finds, halfway down the aisle. She’s still grumbling to herself. Mostly in an attempt to ignore the other riders around her. It wouldn’t help her at all to get caught in some unfortunate conversation or for someone to catch her eyes.

Out of the corner of her eye, someone leans closer to her. She looks up to find a young teen staring at her. He has poorly dyed black hair, his blond roots are showing, and rumpled black clothing. Minus the smooth black leather jacket and the equally dark sunglasses.

“ Can I help you?” She makes sure to sound as disinterested as possible. She doesn’t care for the attention some teenybopper could cause.

The teen purses his mouth, shrugging at her question. “ You’re ‘Phobia,’ right?”

Brienne squints at him, deciding to shrug back. She knows she isn’t the most popular Super on the team, but she has her own fans. As few as they may be. “ Yeah.”

He sits back. His mouth is still puckered like he tasted a lemon. But he doesn’t say anything else.

Brienne eyes the rough looking duffle bag tucked behind his feet. A run away, she assumes. “ Have a good one, kid,” she says as she stands to get off the bus. The traffic was decent today, at least.

“ Sure, you too,” he said, watching her still. He continues to slouch in his seat. Not bothering to hide that he was watching her.

What a strange kid.

Brienne puts him out of her mind as she walks the final block to her favorite coffee shop. The sight of it soothing her jangling nerves. The idea of fresh brewed coffee soothing her annoyance at the broken coffee maker in her own apartment.

She spends the walk back to headquarters with a blank mind. There is nothing for her to focus on. Nothing she wants to focus on for once. She just wants to drink her coffee and wake up enough to work on her reports.

The coffee is gone by the time she makes it back. She tosses the used paper cup into a public trash can before walking inside.

Headquarters is a bland, minimalistic place. The decor is black and white, what little there is, and tastefully done. The main floor is a basic brick building. It isn’t until the second floor that everything becomes glass and steel. She hates it, honestly.

Brienne rides the elevator to the apartment floor of the building. Three floors from the top. She punches in her log in to get into her apartment. She isn’t in the mood to see her neighbors today.

She hangs her coat up on the wrack nailed into the wall beside the door. Then starts preparing to spend a good few hours in her office. All for her to begin the tedious task of finishing up her reports. A necessary task they are all assured of often.

Brienne hates it all, but she has to do it if she wants her paycheck.

Eventually, she is pulled from her musings and the typing, hours later. The pounding at her door makes sure of it. Disoriented by the abrupt interruption, she doesn’t stop to check the peephole. She just opens the door.

Standing tall and massive, is a grinning Abraham. His teeth gleam white against his dark skin. His hair is its typical mess. His loose basketball shorts and t-shirt tell her he is either on his way to or from the gym.

“ Bri’, good afternoon,” he greets in his usual booming voice. His hands grip he shoulders just tight enough to ache if she were capable.

Brienne frowns up at him. “ It’s afternoon, sure.” She crosses her arms over her chest, eyeing him warily. “What do you want?”

Abraham honest to god giggles before leaning down to kiss her cheek. His short, meticulously styled beard rasps against her skin. “ Can’t I just say ‘hi’ to my favorite lady?”

“ No.” Being blunt is the best way to deal with him when he is trying to break some sort of news. Especially bad news.

His grin drops. He stares into her eyes. He’s never shied away from meeting her eyes like most people tend to.

Maybe that was why she liked him so much. Who knows? Not Brienne, that’s for sure.

“ There’s a kid, downstairs, asking for you,” Abraham said, letting go of Brienne. He shoves his hands in his pockets instead.

“ Oh?” Brienne couldn’t think of anyone that would be looking for her. “ Is he selling something?”

Abraham grimaces, an especially rare sight. Her heart stutters, stops, starts, at his expression. Something is wrong. “ Said he is your son.”

Ice gripped along Brienne’s spine. It quickly spread to her ribs like ivy. Like poison. “ Uh. Okay?”

Abraham gripped her shoulders again. His eyebrows crumpled so hard they almost met in the middle. He was still frowning, but his eyes were soft on hers. “ Are you okay?”

Brienne took stock of herself. She pushed away the ice, knowing her skin would still be gray despite its absence. It wasn’t the time to lose control of herself. “ Yeah, let’s go see this kid.”

She stepped around Abraham, making sure their arms brushed as she did. Touch soothed him in a strange way. It always did.

Time to meet her doom, she supposed.

#leopard writes #Story: Julian The Son #OC: Brienne #OC: Abraham #writing

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sailorwritesstuff · 2 years

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Daddy issues

Bruno x reader song fic.

Drunken Bruno gets a little brave and talks to Someone alone at a bar. Turns out it's both their birthdays and he learns something new about himself

It's song fic Saturday 🎉

If this one doesn't do well I'm taking it down cuz I don't like it

warnings: kinda nsfw?? SUPER out of character Bruno 😅, Alcohol use, but like no smut?? big age gap (22 years), "sir" kink?, pre-canon, implied drunken sex, I literally haven't slept so I don't know if this big makes sense to anybody at all,

You ask me what I'm thinking about

I tell you that I'm thinking about

Whatever you're thinking about

You sat alone at the counter of the local bar. The only one in Encanto. It was your birthday. Just turned 20 and your friends had run off with douchebag boys who had offered to buy them drinks for a dance. That was almost an hour ago. ready to go home You rest it with your cheek pressed against your hands, elbows propped on the counter staring into your drink.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Someone sat down beside you. You turned to look at him and he looked familiar but you couldn't quite place where you knew him from. He was a bit older, scruffy but handsome. He wasn't very tall and slouched in his seat but his voice… his voice made up for it.

"Keep your penny." you smile a bit, straightening up your back and picking up your drink to hide away the grin. "I'm thinking about how I'm turning 20 tonight. and my friends ditched me for some assholes."

"Would you look at that…" he muttered, tossing back his drink.

"huh? looks like we're thinking about the same thing. I got ditched by my literal sisters. It's our birthday. triplets."

"No way."

Tell me something that I'll forget

And you might have to tell me again

"Yes way! What's your name, kid?"

"y/n."

"Want a drink?"

"you know what... I'll take you up on that offer, Senor…?"

"Madrigal. Bruno Madrigal." He was nervous after stating his name but you just smiled. it suits him.

"Why are you sweating, Madrigal? You look nervous."

"Usually when I say my name people go running."

"oh?"

the two of you talked. What felt like hours for getting more drunk last time went on. You can continue having conversation but neither of you could remember anything the other had just said. You couldn't even remember how you got to la casa de Madrigal.

Bruno opened the door to the house whispering over his shoulder

"shhh the kids. my nieces and nephews they're sleeping. One of them, Dolores, has a good ear." You let out a drunken giggle holding your finger to your lips to signal that you understood to be quiet. He smiled at you and grabbed your hand pulling you through the house to his room. You stared in wonder at all of the glowing wooden doors. whispering excitedly as Bruno opened his "that's so cool." he chuckled softly "most people think so."

It's crazy what you'll do for a friend

Go ahead and cry, little girl

He pulled you through the door closing it behind him. "Dude, best birthday ever- i made friends with a magic man." The word friends lingered in the air. Bruno had never really had a friend and you... You were drunk and emotional. your friends had just ditched you on your birthday and thinking about them even though you were in a magic house to distract you still felt sad. Bruno turned and started heading towards his bed hidden away behind his stairs with you right on his heels.

"Hey Bruno? we're friends right?"

"Of course kid." he smiled to himself, going through his clothes for a t-shirt. pulling out a purple one. He holds it up to you. "need to change?"

You smile and take it from him "thank you sir." you salute sloppily.

The word sir sends tingles down his spine and he stares at you with wide eyes. in a drunken state of mind you begin undressing in front of him and he quickly turns around trying to be a gentleman. "warning please, kid."

"What, you've never seen a body before? don't worry you can look. I don't mind. we're friends, remember?" You click your tongue tossing your clothes off to the side and stretching out your back "and don't call me kid. I told you my name. Did you already forget?" he had.

"No. But you're still just a little (girl/boy) compared to me. so I'll call you kid." liar.

"Well I'm good anyway. you can look now." You roll your eyes as a shirt falls down your torso.

you crawl into his bed feeling the nice sheets touch your skin. Bruno laid next to you and and you scoot closer. "Happy birthday, Bruno."

"Happy birthday, kid." a tear falls down your cheek and Bruno couldn't help but admire how pretty you looked when you cry.

"Bruno. we're friends right? Will you help me?"

"with what?"

"maybe im really fucking drunk but i really want to kiss you."

You straddle the fortune teller. webbing your hand into his curls. "Is that ok?"

"ye- yeah. of course. anything for a friend."

Nobody does it like you do

I know how much it matters to you

you lower your lips to meet his, they were a little chapped, but they taste like good liquor. Bruno had only ever kissed one other person before back before he got his bad reputation into a small and cute childish kiss. This was different; nobody had ever treated him like you did. you pull away for second

"Is that ok, sir?" your eyes look like they were begging for praise. "I want to make sure that I do good. I've never really...done this before."

"You're doing so well…" he muttered.

I know that you got daddy issues

And if you were my little girl

His hand rested on your waist under his t-shirt. pulling you closer forcing you to move in his lap and both of you let out a small sound of pleasure at the friction.

y/n whimpered softly and squealed his name, which shocked Bruno, his grip tightened on your body but either you didn't notice, or you didn't care.

I'd do whatever I could do...

he felt a hand tug at the bottom of his shirt and y/n spoke with a breathless whisper. "please... can we-."

"Whatever you want, I've got you."

I'd run away and hide with you

I love that she's got daddy issues, and I do too

#bruno madrigal #encanto #bruno madrigal x reader #ooc bruno Madrigal #disney encanto #drunk meetings #agegap

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babydollmarauders · 3 years

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Nice To Meet You

Requested: No

Summary: (Y/N) meets their favorite super hero

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x gn! Reader

Warnings: none really? just some mild cussing

A/N: i wrote this late at night after finally finishing Falcon and the Winter Soldier. there’s no actual romance in this part, but i’m thinking of doing a part 2. this is more of just a fluffy, person meets their favorite super hero blurb!

Y/F/N : your friends name

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your eyes scan the man at the table a few down from yours. his leather jacket and black gloves hiding the only thing that could make you sure of his identity.

“it’s probably not even him. stop staring!” Y/F/N exclaims. she hits your shoulder, and scoots a little farther to the right, to block your vision, then uses her hand to push your face to look the other way.

“i swear it’s him. i KNOW it. i have enough posters of him on my wall to know; that’s the winter soldier!” you push her hand away, craning your neck to see around her again. but this time, your gaze locks with his, making your eyes widen and you quickly avert your attention to the salt shaker in front of you. Y/F/N ‘s laugh is loud and echoes around you, as she starts teasing you for getting caught. you look up again just as the man gets handed his check, his arm outstretched and his sleeve just barely rising above the top of his glove. but it was enough. it was enough for you to catch a glimpse of the metal arm that you had known was hiding there. your own hand involuntarily makes it’s way to Y/F/N ‘s arm, repeatedly hitting it again and again.

“i was right! i was right! i knew it! i saw the arm!” your gloating was just barely above a whisper, not wanting to get caught by the man in front of you.

“so go get a picture with him! quickly, before he leaves! because i don’t wanna hear you complaining for the rest of our lives about how you saw him and did nothing.” she was right. you couldn’t let the opportunity pass by you. you quickly ruffled your hair and adjusted your clothes.

“how do i look? do i look okay? do i need to fix myself? oh god, you’re quiet. i look horrible.” your words were rushed, your tongue tripping over some of them, your breath caught in your throat at just the mere thought of talking to him.

“if you would let me speak-“ Y/F/N ‘s words were spoken through gritted teeth as she hit your arm after each one. “you would hear me say, that you look fine! now go!”

you abruptly stood from your chair, your hip hitting the side of the table and knocking down a fork. the clattering sound of it hitting the ground makes Y/F/N ‘s face collide with the palm of her right hand as she mumbled about how much of a fool you were before bending down to pick up the, now dirty, fork. you grimaced at the scene you caused and looked back towards the object of your attention, only to see him biting back a laugh and shaking his head as he counted out the cash he needed to leave to pay his bill.

you berated yourself. you’d done it this time. really made a fool of yourself in front of your favorite superhero. you’re an idiot. but you still composed yourself, standing up tall before slightly stumbling your way to his table. his neck slowly bent to look up at you and his eyebrows raised.

“sergeant Barnes. um, sir-“ you stumbled over your words, internally cringing at how stupid you sounded. you cleared your throat, hoping to start again.

“um, Winter Soldier, hi. i’m Y/N. i’m- i’m a huge fan. i was- um, i was wondering if i could get a picture with you? or an autograph? or- both? or neither! neither is fine! i’m sorry for bothering you!” you spun on your heel, ready to just slouch back in your seat across from Y/F/N. who, you could already hear laughing at you from a few tables down. but before you could take a step, he spoke up.

“wait- no! you’re fine. you want a picture? with me?” you could blatantly hear the confusion in his voice, and it made you wonder, hadn’t he ever been asked to take a picture before? you swirled back around to face him again, watching as he stood up from his seat, showing off his tall height, as you now had to look up at him.

“um, yes sir. like i said, i’m a huge fan! you’re a hero! my favorite Avenger, actually.” you clasped your hands behind your back, nervous of his answer. you thought so highly of him, you didn’t want him to hate you.

“i don’t think i’ve ever had a fan. and i’ve definitely never been called a hero.” his words were more muttered to himself, but you were took by surprise of them, and took note of his soft tone while speaking them.

“are you kidding? of course you have fans! me, of course, being one of them. but, there are many more! we have a web-group! as for being called a hero, i refuse to believe that. you helped save the world on numerous occasions! you’re definitely a hero!” His lips turned in a half smile and his head bobbed up and down.

“yeah. uh, yeah, you can get a picture. you can get both. thank you.” A wide smile spread across your face and you thanked him repeatedly. retrieving your phone from your back pocket, you tried to angle it high enough to get him AND catch yourself in a good enough angle, but seeing you were struggling, Bucky stepped in and grabbed the phone from your hand, angling it high. you smiled up at the camera watching as he snapped the picture. figuring you were done, you averted your gaze to him, smiling up at him, but you again heard the familiar click of the camera before he handed your phone back to you.

“thank you! so much. you don’t understand how much this means to me. i can’t believe this is even happening right now!” your words were rushed, all said in one breath. you glanced down at your phone, surveying the photos before you head back to your table.

“god you look so hot!” the sentence was merely supposed to be a passing thought in your head, but your eyes widened and your head shot back up to look at him when you realized you said it out loud. “i mean- i, uh-“

“no, no, it’s all good. your boosting my ego!” he laughed, and somehow, you could tell that he was laughing more with you than at you. his eye dropped closed in a wink before stating, “you’re not too bad yourself.”

you whipped your head around to look at Y/F/N, unsure if you had heard Bucky right or not, but the look on her face showed you that you did, in fact, hear him right.

“oh- uh- thank you. that’s so sweet of you.”

“maybe you’ll let me take you out some time? count it as your thank you to me for, you know, saving the world.” he stuffed his hands in his pockets as he spoke, a smirk plastered to his face the entire time.

“i’d REALLY like that. i- here’s my number, you can use it whenever you’d like. call or text me when you’re not saving the world, or if you’re just bored or- whatever, i don’t know.” You dug through your bag for a pen, scribbling your number down on a napkin before handing it to him.

“will do.” he smirked at you one last time before turning towards his table once more, throwing down a $20 and then walking out of the diner. you slumped back down in your seat across from Y/F/N, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“oh. my. god. ohmygod. oh my god. you just scored a date with tHE WINTER FUCKING SOLDIER” you shushed her but deep down, knew that there would be no shutting her up, because you felt as though you were about to scream yourself.

“did that just happen?” you quietly asked, your eyes following him through the big window of the diner, watching as he walked across the busy street of Brooklyn.

“that just happened.” Y/F/N confirmed to you, snapping her fingers in front of your face. your eyes snap back to her before your phone buzzes on the table. flipping it over you read the text:

i’m bored.

#bucky barnes #winter soldier #bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier x y/n #bucky barnes x y/n #winter soldier x reader #the falcon and the winter soldier #sebastian stan #winter soldier imagine #bucky barnes imagine #imagines

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shoutaaizawas · 3 years

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↳ touya todoroki x reader → ❝safe in your arms❞

summary: your bleeding shivering and scared you stumble to the last place you thought you’d go for safety inspired by @one-lonely-whumperfly post word count: 1.9k+ tags/warnings: injury mention, blood mention, mention of being drugged, angst, fluff, light enemies to lovers a/n: ive been super unmotivated to write but this was a lot of fun so shoutout to this prompt. also it’s super cold here. hope everyone is doing well.

Dabi was enjoying a quiet night at his apartment. It wasn’t a nice place and it wasn’t in a nice neighborhood but it was the place he called home. Being around the league could be too much at times so it was nice to get away and have time alone.

He was laying across his dingy couch with a plastic cup of cheap whiskey in hand as he watched whatever was on TV when he heard banging at his door.

Dabi let out a huff as he stood up, if Toga was here to bother him again he was going to have to move and hide his new address. Opening up his front door ready to scold Toga the words disappeared from his mouth at the sight in front of him.

There you stood, slouched against the wall. Blood smeared across your face, a foggy look in your eyes, and fear and exhaustion rolling off you in waves.

There was a lot to wonder in such a small amount of time. What happened? Why did you come here? How did you even know where he lived? Granted he didn’t have time to consider these things as you were currently falling to the ground.

Dabi reached out to grab you, his arms wrapping around your waist just in time. He pulled you up letting you rest your weight on him so that you could stand.

“I didn’t take you as the type to show up at my place and fall for me.” He teased. Was it the right time for a joke, no, but he was a villain he wasn’t supposed to care about those things. Not to mention the anxious wave rolling through him was unbearable and cracking a poorly timed joke was an easy way to cope. The smirk on your bloodied lips reassured the worry of offending you that he pretended wasn’t there. Despite your acceptance of his joke, your reply was serious.

“Didn’t know where else to go.” You rasped out. There was a rawness to your answer. There was none of that hero bravado. Just fear. It stirred something in him that he had been trying to pretend wasn’t there for a long time. It was easy to brush off when you were standing tall throwing his snarky banter back at him with the same level of wit he had thrown it at you with. There was something terrifying in your vulnerability that he couldn’t exactly place. Or at least he pretended like he couldn’t place it.

“Not sure if this would even be my first choice.” He said as he readjusted getting a better grasp on you. It was tempting to pick you up and carry you over the threshold of his apartment like a princess but he resisted. With your arm over his shoulder, he helped you to his uncomfortable couch, placing you down on it. Turning on the light he tried to get a better look at you.

Squinting from the brightness of the light only made things look worse. The blood on your face was still fresh, dripping down onto your clothes. Casual clothes. He wasn’t sure if he had ever seen you in anything other than your hero costume.

He took your chin between his fingers with a softness he didn’t even know he was capable of anymore, even more, surprising was how you didn’t flinch away from his touch. He wasn’t sure if that was some form of trust from you or just a sign of how out of it you were. There had to be some explainable reason you were here and not at a hero’s house or the hospital.

Looking at the cuts on your face he felt an anger rise in him that he didn’t expect. He wasn’t an innocent man, he had done this to people, he had probably done this to you at some point. Why was this upsetting him?

“Stay here, let me grab some stuff.” He said before going to the bathroom and grabbing his first aid kit from underneath the sink along with some wash clothes covered in warm water. Returning he knelt on the ground in front of you. Your eyes were closed and you were swaying back and forth even seated on the couch. He didn’t know anything about what happened but he had a bad feeling that someone had slipped you something.

“Tell me what happened.” A part of him was dying to know but he also knew you would need something to distract you from the pain of your wounds being cleaned up. Your eyes opened up and you stared at him blankly for a moment.

“Um, I- It-” You took a moment to get started. “I was at a bar. I was supposed to meet my friend. It was supposed to be a girl’s night, I got all ready, I even put on my favorite shirt.” You said looking down sadly at the black blouse you were wearing that was now covered in blood. Dabi carefully wiped away the blood on your face with the warm cloth looking for the wounds. “They couldn’t make it, hero emergency. I thought I’d at least stay for another drink since I was already there and dressed up.”

“Typical heroes, always running off.” Dabi scoffed.

“There was this guy, I didn’t think anything of it. I- I just wanted to finish my drink and go home but he started talking to me.” You said closing your eyes for a moment like you were trying to remember it all. “I thought he was maybe a fan. He wouldn’t stop talking to me, he got me a drink. I didn’t really want it but I didn’t want to be rude.”

“I would think a hero like you would be more careful.” Dabi scolded as finished cleaning up the cuts on your face. The thought of some guy bothering you made him sick which was unexpected. He moved on to cleaning the wounds on your face.

“I- I didn’t think he was dangerous.” You said in a small voice. Dabi paused, his hand resting on your chin tilting your gaze to his. For a moment he was pulled into your eyes, the warmth there even under the fear that still lingered. “I got up to leave, I was outside but my head was spinning. I didn’t drink that much, I knew something was wrong but I could barely stand up. Someone grabbed me, there was no one around, they pulled me into the alleyway there and I couldn’t do anything. My quirk wouldn’t work right, I couldn’t do anything to protect myself.”

The thought of you defenseless was far more upsetting than he could fathom. You hesitated to say what happened next, not that you really needed to, it was clear on the wounds that he was cleaning what they had done.

“Do you know who it was?” He asked trying to keep his voice even. The anger rising in him was hard to control, not that he was used to controlling himself.

“A local crime boss, or at least his guys.” You said. “I’ve been trying to stop him. He’s been using people, using their fear to get money and control from them. I’m going to stop him but he tried to stop me first I guess.”

Dabi made a note, it wouldn’t be hard for him to find him. Especially if he framed it as a business proposition from the league. That could wait, right now he just wanted to help you. How odd that was for him.

“Can’t let your guard down when you mess with underhanded criminals like that.” He said.

“What about criminals like you?” You asked. Your tone was teasing but he could hear the edge of honest interest in your voice.

“I’m a lot more straightforward. No fun beating your heroic rival when they’re already roughed up.” He said as he placed a bandage on your cheek. You had a few scratches on your face light bruises were already forming on your skin. “Let me get you some pain killers.”

Dabi returned with a glass of water and some pills before he went back to his room to find clothes you could wear. He grabbed a black shirt and some shorts.

“You can stay the night here.” He said. “Change into something more comfortable.”

You looked down at the clothes for a moment, possibly reconsidering the situation that you had put yourself in. To his surprise, you took the clothes and shakily stood up. He pointed you in the direction of his bathroom.

Dabi went into his room trying to tidy it up. Making the bed, grabbing the trash off the nightstand. He couldn’t recall the last time he had cleaned up for someone. He never cared what people thought of him or his place and it wasn’t like he had very many guests.

He turned at the sight of you in the doorway. You looked good in his shirt. You looked better in general, you had cleaned off the blood and grime that had been leftover and you looked a little more coherent now. He was still waiting for you to realize you were crazy for being here but you were still here.

You moved to lay down on the bed, pulling the thin covers over yourself.

“I’m cold.” You said.

“I don’t have any more blankets.” He replied. It wasn’t like he even needed blankets, he never got cold.

Before he could do or say anything else you grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him into bed. For a moment he laid there in shock as you scooted closer to him.

The silence wasn’t awkward or tense but he found himself wondering if he should say something to break it. Social anxiety wasn’t something that Dabi faced often, you seemed to be putting him through a lot of unfamiliar moments tonight.

“Why did you come here?” He asked finally. The question had been on his mind all night. The pause of silence made him wonder if you had fallen asleep.

“I was scared and felt alone, I could barely think straight I knew I needed to go to someone but for some reason, your face was the only one in my mind.”

Dabi glanced over to you, you were looking up at him with a soft look in your eyes that made his heart flutter. Having you here tonight made him realize that his fascination with you was past that of a villain has for their rival. His interest in you was resembling a crush more than anything else at this point.

The fact that in a vulnerable state you thought to go to him, no you weren’t even thinking it was an instinct that brought you here.

“You’re safe here.” He said quietly, his arm wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you in. Your head rested against his chest and the way you nuzzled against him made his cheeks warm. Your eyes closed and your breathing evened and he knew you had fallen asleep.

One night had changed so much for him. He wasn’t sure if you would wake up tomorrow and regret coming here or if just maybe you felt similar to him. The thought was scary but for now, there was nothing he could do except enjoy the weight of you in his arms and think about how good it would feel to incinerate the person who had hurt you.

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vermillionbones · 3 years

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I'd love to hear more of your Phobditor HCs!!

ohoho thank you for enabling me anon i am going to kiss you directly on the mouth /pl

also slight warning for spoilers to the new(??) ending of project nexus!! i don't talk explicitly about what happens in general, but the stuff involving phobos is mentioned in the very first hc so for those of you who don't wanna be spoiled you can just skip that one lol. grab sum popcorn lads this one's a long one snbcnkcnvmv

Phobditor HCs!!

rbs very much appreciated 👉👈

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so i hc that phobos didn't actually get banished at the end of MPN, but he did get his ass handed to him to the point where he was so injured and drained of energy that he couldn't use most of his abilities. he went into hiding for a while and eventually found the AAHW, which he proceeded to join since he didn't really have anywhere else to go. after he'd healed and returned to his full strengh the auditor recognised how potentially useful he could be as a second in command, but ofc he'd have to earn her trust first. normally i don't try to make things make sense like this but since the auditor isn't actually in MPN i thought i'd at least try lmao

the auditor: ruthless girlboss by day, feral spouse-adjacent shithead by night

phobos is basically the same but instead he's manipulate mansplain by day and malewife manwhore by night /hj

before they got closer they'd never really physically interacted w/ each other, so phobos kind of assumed the auditor would be at least slightly painful to touch [cuz yknow. she's made of fire lmao]. plus he'd witnessed her setting things and people on fire with her bare hands before and he'd rather not get turned into a walking bonfire, thanks. the closest she'd ever been to touching him previously was like flicking the antenna on his helmet to piss him off

but like way, WAY later he finds out that audi can actually manipulate the temperature of their flames to an extent, so when they touch his hand for the first time he's really surprised when they're just like. pleasantly warm. kinda like the fuzziness you feel after you drink something hot but on the outside of your body

however this has also resulted in phobos using her as a mobile safety blanket lmao. sometimes if it gets too cold in the office he'll wander up to her and bug her until she folds a wing around him and tucks his head under her chin

when he's being a shithead sometimes she'll just pick him up by the back of his jacket and drag him off like a disobedient kitten lmao

They don't really have a super crazy height difference normally [i hc that audi is around 6'3 and phobos is 5'10 if he's not slouching] but sometimes she just morphs herself to have a several-foot height advantage just to fuck with him. like she'll appear in his office as this 9-foot-tall behemoth and he'll just be like "?? excuse me?? ma'am?? you can't do this to me???"

before he got to know her better, phobos had no idea the auditor preferred she/they pronouns over they/it like the agents around him seemed to think. he never made a big deal out of it and never explicitly brought it up, but he remembers to switch it up for her every now and then. plus whenever audi overhears him doing that she gets all fuzzy inside sfbfnckvj

phobos really likes her wings. he actually might be a little jealous of them, but he'd never tell her that sfvngk

ever since audi found out about this, they tend to subtly unfurl them and use them to gesticulate more when he's around. occasionally she'll use the claws at the peaks of her wings on touchscreens in place of a finger n stuff. she's also [gently] swatted him upside the head with a wing a few times when he was being a dickhead, but it doesn't really hurt him lol

she also lets him pet them when they're not busy. contrary to what he'd assumed, it doesn't actually feel like a whole lot to her - she's described the feeling as something similar to how it feels to have someone tracing their fingers along the back of your hand

phobos stims sometimes!! he has a bad habit of masking while he's working since a few of them are vocal and he doesn't want to distract anyone, but if he's just hanging out with audi he's totally chill. one of his more common ones is when he thinks out loud, either quietly narrating his current train of thought or saying unrelated words - usually confirmations like 'yeah' or 'mhm' - out loud cuz he thinks they're fun to say. occasionally he'll start humming low in his throat kinda like a microwave cuz he likes how his voice feels in his chest

also when he's standing idle sometimes he holds his arms closer to his chest and fidget with them

the auditor doesn't stim, but to people who know them well their wings are like big signs that can wordlessly describe how they're feeling [which is like my favourite thing to write cos wing emoting is really fun skdjbknk]. occasionally they might subtly flutter their wings when they're very pleased or receive good news, or flare them out when they're irritated/stressed

i always forget that phobos is actually like super powerful in canon so i hc that audi does too lmao. like it always slips her mind that he can teleport too so she'll dramatically disappear after telling him off for doing some dumb shit and fuckin scream when he somehow appears in the same room as her less than a second later

phobos has a red and black lava lamp in his office!! he'd never admit it but he got it cuz it reminds him of audi :]

phobos loves watching audi in combat for some reason. i mean he already likes watching them do stuff so he can backseat drive, but he's also quietly admitted that her fighting style is interesting to watch

he can't really put it into words, but it's because the way they fight looks incredibly effortless and fluid, mainly due to them having so much time to adapt to and understand their powers [both their original powers and the ones granted by the halo]. when phobos' own abilities started to surface he was incredibly unstable and struggled to properly harness them for months, so he thinks it's nice to watch someone who actually knows what they're doing for once.

much to the auditor's surprise, phobos is actually a bit insecure behind all that confudence, particularly about scars. after being close to her for a while, phobos came out of his shell a bit and explained how he managed to grant himself his powers/abilities, which is something i'll absolutely go further in depth with later [via a longer hc that i'm gonna post eventually lol] but to summarise he basically infused himself with raw madness in what he's eloquently dubbed 'the incident'. Of course, doing that to himself didn't come without consequence, and he's permanently scored with a variation of lightning & burn scars on his forearms, thighs, and most of his torso.

for the longest time, the most casual thing he'd wear even around just her was the long-sleeved sweater he wore underneath his trench coat, and he refused to change even if he was literally overheating. though eventually after he told her about what happened he felt way more comfortable and now whenever they're in their shared room audi practically has to throw a shirt at him to get him to wear one sbkcjcnk

the auditor has a sort of subspace/pocket dimension where they can store different items and recall them at will. normally it's pretty empty, but ever since she grew to like phobos she's started keeping miscellaneous things in there for him. sometimes she pulls out a drink or snack that he likes, sometimes she pulls out a little water gun with phobos' name scrawled on it and shoots him with it when he's being a shithead

they are both,, SO fucking touch-starved. like they will not let go of each other [at least if they're not currently in the middle of something or around agency employees] cuz internally they're both just going "wow!!! that's a hand i'm holding!!!!! there's a hand holding my hand!!!! wow!!!!!! i love this!!!!!"

having one eye isn't exactly the best thing for depth perception, especially when you're really tired, so sometimes audi has to hold phobos' hand and guide him around in the mornings because he can [and has] walked into walls and counters

even since before they became a thing, phobos had been a little envious of the auditor's halo and the powers it granted her. he used to subtly try to yoink it from her, maliciously at first but far more playfully later, where he'd like lightly grab it and give it a gentle spin above her head like a mobile. but his infatuation with the halo kinda died after she decided to let him borrow/try it out once by allowing him to link with it

by linking i essentially mean like wearing it, but the halo is so powerful that you can't just 'wear' it without letting it bond with a part of you

long story short, he went into it with far too much overconfidence & cockiness and the halo violently rejected him, kind of like how it rejected the auditor once. he wasn't at all prepared for the sheer amount of power that surged through him the moment it started to link with him, so it essentially short-circuited his brain and knocked him unconscious for the better part of a week. when he woke again, the auditor told him he was lucky his head didn't explode and calmly suggested they never tried that again, and he felt inclined to agree.

of course, he still toys with the halo while the auditor's properly linked with it since he knows it can't link to more than one host at a time. and despite his seeming ease and "it's in the past" sort of mentality about the whole event, if someone mentions the concept of him actually taking the halo and linking with it again, he'll shudder and shake his head, saying it's not his place to do so.

the auditor has no doubt it delivered a pretty harsh blow to his ego [being rejected by the thing that would make him a god would prolly do that], but knows he's too prideful to admit that.

audi likes listening to phobos when he goes off on super long monologues, especially if they're like those super cheesy villain monologues. like he could literally be talking about anything and she'll sit there to hear him out, especially if it's less related to work and more about himself

the auditor is super deliberate in the way they pronounce things and they tend to casually drawl their words out to further cement their cool, unbothered boss persona. however the way she talks doesn't really intimidate phobos anymore since he's also been next to her right after she's been woken up, when she's mumbling quietly & slurring some of her words together. he knows the big scary boss side of the auditor is just a persona used for everyone but him, so he feels a lot more at ease with them even when they're trying to be scary

even after being together for a while, phobos still has no fucking idea what the auditor is made of. like he's admitted to her that he's genuinely clueless, and if she lets him he'll spend like 99% of their downtime quietly interacting with her flames [read: curling his fingers through them and petting them] while he muses about his hypotheses for how stuff like her liquidy-shadow form works. they were a little suspicious of his motives at first, but after they relaxed they realised he was just genuinely curious and willing to share his concepts to see if he was right

they have like. the smoothest banter anyone at the agency has seen. like it's super cheesy back-and-forth stuff that wouldn't sound out of place in an 80s sitcom, but it just kinda flows out when they're both comfortable. and ofc they'd deny it if anyone mentioned it but they literally banter like an old married couple lmAO

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#madness combat #madness auditor #madness phobos #phobditor #this ended up being way longer than i anticipated but writing this was the most fun i've had in months /gen #oh and sorry if the formatting is a little fucky lmao #i tried to keep related hcs closer together while setting different ones apart if that makes sense??#gfnsbkjck i had to refrain myself from writing more about certain hcs like audi's wing emoting or phobos fucking up his link with the halo #if anyone wants me to elaborate on those i won't shut up about them ever LMAO #still tysm anon this was very very fun /gen #gel.txt

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Fuck Diet Culture

This is going to be long. It’s going to be rambly. It’s going to be sad. It’s going to be angry. There’s going to be language some people don’t like. I can’t NOT talk about it though.

Fuck diet culture. Let me say that again. Fuck. Diet. Culture. It has taken such a huge chunk out of my life. I have lost pieces of myself I’m not sure I’ll ever get back. The only way to heal is to go through. I can’t go back. I have to move forward. But I can’t do it quietly. I can’t hide. I can’t live in the same shame I’ve spent the last 40 years in. Literally. 40 years of my life wasted to this. I can’t bear to live the back half of my life in the same way. What the hell is the point? I’m not going to write this in any particular order because all of the thoughts and feelings swimming around are snapshots of things in my life that diet culture has broken in me or stolen from me. A lot of you aren’t going to agree with me. That’s okay. Truly. This is about ME. This is to help ME heal. You can talk to me about your struggles, your diets, your ups and downs, your successes and whatnot. I am here for you in all of it. But I won’t diet with you anymore. Never again.

Currently I am having severe knee pain. One knee is worse than the other, but both are bad. I should go to the doctor. I should have gone to the doctor years ago for it. Want to know why I didn’t? My weight. I have injuries from overuse and over exercise and I am terrified that I am going to go to the doctor and the first words they’re going to say are “Well, if you lost 20, 30, 40, 50 pounds, it probably wouldn’t hurt so much.” instead of listening to me, examining me, scanning my knees and HELPING me. I don’t feel this way irrationally. This shit happens. I am in pain. I don’t know how to get help without being told to go on another diet that will not work.

Because diets don’t work. Not long term. I am excellent at losing weight! I’ve done it over and over and over. Then I stop restricting, counting, starving, and pushing myself. Then my body says “What the fuck were you doing?” and puts it back. I lost the ability years ago to know whether I’m actually hungry or not. I eat too fast when I do eat because if I snarf it down super fast I can get it in before my brain says “You’ve had too much. Did you count those calories? How many miles on a treadmill will you do to make up for that? Did you actually earn this meal?”

Every time. Every meal. Every morsel.

I have never been officially diagnosed with an eating disorder. Only been told by therapists and psychiatrists that I definitely engage in disordered eating.

No shit.

Every diet under the sun. Cabbage soup. Phen Fen. Weight watchers (MULTIPLE TIMES), TOPS, Noom, My Fitness Pal calorie counting, intermittent fasting, and every whacky bullshit thing in between promising results. I’ve purchased fancy scales. I’ve even tried one that wouldn’t show you your weight, but the color of your progress in the app. Here’s a hint… if you gain, your color is black like death. I’ve failed a million times and I’ve blamed myself. I am the failure. So I hate my body a little more every day and I stress about how I’m going to NOT pass my disordered eating and my food issues onto my kids. My stress levels are through the roof and 98% of it is diet culture related. What the fuck is that about? Every time I start a program I hit it hard. Last time I tried anything involving tracking or counting I was so starving by the time I got home from work that I almost ripped a child’s head off (not literally OBVIOUSLY) but I screamed at her at the top of my lungs because she hurt my feelings. It wasn’t until after finally allowing myself to eat another morsel of food that I realized I was hangry.

Why is living in a larger body not acceptable? We all talk about diversity and equality as though we believe it with our whole hearts, but that doesn’t cross over to fat. Or skinny if we’re really being honest. How many times have you heard or seen online “Oh my god, she’s so skinny. Feed her a damn cheeseburger! She looks anorexic.” I know I have. I know I’ve said those words. I will punch myself in the gut if I ever say them again.

Every body is different. We are supposed to be. Let’s not BLAME genetics like it’s a bad thing. Let’s realize that it’s what nature has intended. My father is over 6 feet tall and a large man. He’s just a big man. He went on Nutri System when I was young, lost a ton of weight, and put a bunch back on over the years because he is a big man. My mother was not tall, but was always large. I hated her body because HER PARENTS told her all the time she was fat and unworthy and cautioned me not to grow up to be like her in any way. Even when she was poor and homeless she was still large. That was the way her body was. I wonder how different her life might have been if the size of her body hadn’t been a factor in the way she was raised or treated. How might that have made my life different?

I know a lot of you are probably rolling your eyes at me right now about being vocal about another health plan or saying to yourself “just because you have trouble with diets doesn’t mean they don’t work” I know there are people close to me thinking “She just always gets excited when she discovers a new diet, that’s probably what this is.” NO.

This is me finally realizing that I can heal and healing doesn’t mean I need to weigh 157 pounds. (That’s the weight limit for women my height to enter the air force when I did in 1992) This is me finally realizing that I’ve been lying about the weight on my drivers license for 30 years because gods forbid anyone saw my real weight on that document. This is me realizing that I’ve spent my life trying to live up to other people’s ideals of what I should look like because I assumed they wouldn’t like me otherwise. This is me realizing how much unintentional harm I could have been doing when sharing another diet, another idea, another bout of “well this is working really well for me!” with people I care about. This is me realizing how much damage I’ve been doing to myself living with this level of shame for 40 years. Hiding what I’m doing. Suffering in silence. Hiding food. Restricting. Binging. Over exercising to compensate. Spending money on one last diet. Spending emotional energy on one last hope. We were in Las Vegas for what was supposed to be a fun vacation last week and I was so hot and miserable and so steeped in hating my body because my painful knees were betraying me that my internal monologue was a never ending loop of “I’ll hit weight watchers REALLY HARD when we get home and get rid of this weight, then I’ll figure out my knees and work on maintenance” Let me say that again, clearly. I struggled to enjoy my vacation because I was obsessing about restricting food AFTER my vacation. One last time. One last meal.

BULLSHIT.

We walked by shops with weird and pretty fashion dresses. (I freely admit I don’t understand fashion) the husband and I would both point out ones we thought were pretty. My brain would get stuck on “Yeah, but they don’t make them in my size” or “Yeah, that would NOT look good on me. It looks fine on that size 0 mannequin” Pretty on other people. Other people are pretty. Not me. Diet culture is pervasive and all consuming. In big ways and little ways. I’m 5 ft 9. I’m not a tiny person at any weight. I’ve always been told I’m too big. Even when I sit, I slouch a little and/or tuck my legs and feet up under me to try to make myself appear smaller and less invasive. This is subconscious. I don’t always realize I’m doing it until my knees remind me. Most of my life has been things that get in the way of my diets. “I should start the diet today, but it’ll have to wait until next week because so and so’s birthday is this week and I want to be able to enjoy that.” or “It’s late fall, I should just start now but first there’s my birthday, and then Thanksgiving, and December happens and there’s all kinds of treats then. Better wait until January, but not the first because that’s new year’s...maybe the following Monday.” or the ever popular “I already had a bad eating day today, I’m a failure. Why bother? Fuck it. I’ll try again tomorrow.” That one was always followed by binging because of the last supper mentality. If I’m starting a diet tomorrow I better eat EVERYTHING NOW. This is how I’ve lived my whole life. The time not spent dieting was just the time in between diets where I was planning my next diet. So much life wasted. The only time I was not actively dieting or planning the next diet or suffering from “I’m just too exhausting to put effort into food right now” was during my 4 pregnancies. I let myself eat whatever and whenever because I was nauseous all the time anyway and something in my brain made me fuel my body for the babies. When the youngest was born and the on call doctor who delivered her told me I was too fat to have my tubes tied I definitely started planning diets again in that moment. I believe now, years later, that my diet and diet culture ruined mind and body is part of what kept me from being as successful at nursing the kids as I wished I had been. I assumed my body was broken and not good enough for my babies. The last time I lost a LOT of weight it was because I didn’t want to ruin someone’s wedding pictures. True story. This was nothing that person felt or anything they told me. IT’s what my brain said to me. It’s how I de-valued myself. There are very few current pictures of me now because I’ve been stuck in a place where I feel shame when I see them. When I’m dead, memories and pictures are all my kids and grandkids will have, and I hate myself too much to let anyone take them. That’s not okay.

I dream about food. I daydream about food. Food I “shouldn’t” eat. Food I “should” eat. When to eat. When not to eat. Every spare ounce of energy is spent thinking about food or hating myself which leads to more thinking about food. I am not in a place where I can prepare dinner for my family right now because it’s too hard to put that much energy into food. I force myself to pick the recipes from the app and get the shopping done via instacart so all anyone else has to do is pull up the recipe and make the food. If I’m looking at the ingredients or trying to prep anything I stare at every individual thing debating whether or not I “should” eat it. This is going to take me a long time to break free from. Today I finally feel like I CAN break free. There is nothing wrong with being in a large body or a small body. Food is not good or bad. Food is food. I have to say these things. I have to repeat them to myself or I fall down the rabbit hole again. None of this is work anyone can do for me. I have to live it. I have to work through it. I have to figure it out. If you read this far, my statement stands. If you’re on a diet, I will listen to your woes and hold your hand and I will not judge you for it. This was very hard to write because I am certain some of you who believe in diets, ways of life, and wellness eating may block me now because I spoke my mind. I’ve clung so tight to the people I love and refrained from being honest and speaking my mind for fear of abandonment. I’ll have to live with it if that’s the case here, because people sometimes need to do what’s best for them. Airing this out is one of those things for me. It’s a scary thing for sure. I also want to say that I’m happy for this to lead to discussion. I’m not going to shut anyone down for wanting to talk to me about this. I am always open to learn new information and see different perspectives. Just know that if I’m emotional and feeling a lot of strong things about how my life has been up to this point, and I am entitled to believe what I believe just as you all are. I’m happy to share sources and books I’ve been reading on the subject. They are not diet books.

Here’s to doing better from here on out.

Here’s to finally being free.

#intuitive eating #anti diet #mental health #fuck diet culture

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America’s Sweetheart 1

HELLO !!

This was an idea I had that I couldn’t walk away from, more chapters to come :)

YFN YLN catches the eye of a Dr. Spencer Reid. The only thing is... he has no idea she’s America’s Sweetheart, Oscar winning actress, and a Hollywood phenomenon. Truly a tinsel town tale of love, crime, and gossip.

MASTERLIST

I was on a beach. Just some random beach. The waves lapped against the sand, and no one was there but me.

A storm rolled over the ocean, sheets of rain beating down on me, giant waves crashing against my body. I tried to run, but my feet were sinking into the sand, and saltwater stung my eyes.

Just as I was about to drown on the water beating down on me, I wake up in my own bed in Washington DC.

In the few weeks after I had moved to DC, I would give the city a 7 out of 10. It was a good random place to hide from the flashiness of Hollywood, but it was honestly overrated. That was until I met Dr. Spencer Reid.

I kept my eyes low as I ordered my coffee, pulling my baseball cap down over my face even though it wasn’t very sunny outside. As I went to pay, the barista shook her head.

“Someone’s already paid for your drink, ma’am.” She pointed to a tall man slouched over a book in a booth, seemingly not paying very much attention to anything else in the coffee shop.

“Um, thank you anyway,” I said as she handed me my coffee. My feet carried me hesitantly towards the man in the booth, studying him as I approached.

“Um, excuse me?” The man looked up, and my breath almost caught in my throat. Dark brown eyes peered up at me, and soft brown curls made him look extremely youthful. I cleared my throat, trying not to get distracted by his beautiful high cheekbones. This man was gorgeous even with the elevated standards Hollywood had given me. He could be a movie star if he wanted to. “Thanks... for the coffee.”

He looked confused for a moment, then he smiled. “Oh, of course. Um... anything for a lovely lady.”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, waiting for him to ask for a picture. But he didn’t. He just peered at me, trying to read my face as I tried to read his.

“What’s your name?” I asked, surprising even myself.

“Spencer. Just... Spencer. What’s yours?”

He was being vague, and I wasn’t completely sure he knew who I was, even though that sounded completely vain. “YFN. Just YFN...” I waited for him to put the pieces together, but he didn’t. Instead he just nodded with a small smile on his face.

“Well YFN, I hope to see you getting coffee around here more often.”

A strange smile came to my face. “Yeah, I think I will be.” I took a napkin lying on the booth, quickly scribbling my personal number down and tucking it into Spencer’s jacket pocket flirtatiously. “Well… call anytime, I guess.”

The BAU

Spencer didn’t realize leaving his phone unattended at the BAU was such a risky decision. The team had noticed Spencer’s upbeat mood and buzzing phone the past few weeks. One day, when Spencer left his phone on his desk while he got coffee, JJ glanced over to see who was making the good doctor so happy.

JJ gasped when she saw the contact name come up on Spencer’s phone, and immediately ran to Garcia’s office. “Penelope!”

“Ah! What- what do you want?” She spun towards JJ in her chair.

“I think... I think Spencer is going out with YFN YLN.”

Garcia’s jaw dropped. “Like... the YFN YLN? The most renowned young actress in Hollywood right now? The Oscar winner?”

“That’s the one.”

Garcia looked around her office, not totally sure on what to do. “Well, we have to tell him right? Reid doesn’t keep up with the modern day Hollywood stuff, there’s no way he knows who she is.”

JJ nodded. “We need to tell him.”

“Tell who what?” Morgan asked, walking in the room with a stack of files.

JJ and Garcia looked to each other then back at Morgan. “Spence’s dating YFN YLN.”

Morgan dropped the files on the floor in shock. “Reid? As in pretty boy? Dr. Spencer Reid dating Oscar winner YFN YLN?”

The women nodded, and Morgan just stood there, the files on the floor completely forgotten.

Later that day, the team was lounging around the office, Spencer smiling at a text he received on his phone. “Hey, Spence?” JJ asked from across the desks.

“Hmhmm?” Spencer said, not looking up from his phone.

“Who’re you talking to?”

“This girl I met at a coffee shop… she’s amazing. Beautiful, kind, intelligent...”

JJ took a deep breath. “YFN YLN?”

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows. “How did you know that?”

“She’s… famous. Like really really famous. Movie star, award winner, America’s sweetheart famous.” JJ broke the news softly, not wanting to raise a big scene.

Spencer just looked more confused then he was before.

Reader’s POV

We had met for coffee about five times in the last two weeks, and I learned there was much more to Spencer than a lanky handsome exterior. He was definitely a genius, a doctor three times over, and worked for the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit. I thought I was impressive, but he takes the cake.

But today something was wrong with Spencer. I could see it in the way he fidgeted with his hands more than usual or how he couldn’t seem to meet my eyes for more than two seconds. “Alright, Spencer, what’s wrong?”

He was also a minor technophobe, which probably explained how he didn’t recognize me.

Spencer seemed startled by my question. “Well, my friend… she saw your name come up on my phone yesterday and told me that you were some kind of celebrity. You told me you worked in the film industry, but the way my friend told it… you’re super famous, like a household name famous.”

My heart sank and I subconsciously pulled my baseball cap lower on my head. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

“Is that why you always wear a baseball cap? So you won’t be recognized as easily?” He asked, and I nodded softly while keeping my eyes down on my coffee.

Spencer looked downtrodden. “Then why are you interested in me?”

“Are... are you kidding?” I asked incredulously. Spencer shook his head, and I almost laughed. “I’m interested in you because you don’t have this preconceived opinion about me. You don’t want anything from me. We can just be normal people, I can be a normal person. Do you know how rare that is in my line of work?”

“That sounds... lonely. And stressful, not knowing who to trust.”

An image of my dream came back to me, my feet sinking into the sand and drowning in waves of seawater. “It is. But... I think I can trust you.”

He still looked confused, but a glimmer of a smile appeared in his eyes. “Why are you in DC?”

I rolled my eyes. “To disappear a little while from all the cameras and flashiness of Hollywood. I’m staying in a town house until I have to fly out to wherever my next project is, and who knows when that’s going to be.”

Spencer looked completely mesmerized. “Tell me more… about Hollywood, movies, award shows, everything. I want to know everything.” His hands touched the tips of my fingers, and he grinned ear to ear. Leave it to Dr. Spencer Reid to want to learn about the ins and outs of shallow Hollywood life.

I laughed, thinking maybe once in the four years I’ve worked in Hollywood, someone was truly honest with me.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. Photoshoot across town, meeting with my agent, talking over movie roles I may or may not get.

My mind kept coming back to Spencer. Spencer with his wild curls and thoughtful brown eyes and astonishing brain. My heart fluttered and I smiled just thinking about him, the impressive doctor with a heart of gold and mind like no other’s.

My mind and body were completely spent from the long day, and I practically sleepwalked up the steps to my house. I was so tired, I almost missed the gift waiting for me. Flowers were left for me on the front porch, blood red roses with a note tucked inside of the petals.

I wonder if all of your fame and awards will protect you from a knife between the shoulder blades, Miss America's Sweetheart?

Part 2 !!

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