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Noone my pretty. I gift you her presence (+ doodles)
#basically her hair was short bc chemo buzz#it grew back in the nowhere#the scarf and mittens are also bc of a fic idea my bf had#tson#the sounds of nightmares#little nightmares#noone tson#myart
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Oh the temptation to write a Resistance fic where Kudo learns to take care of a baby during terrible times
#bruce knows the most about developmental needs and has to teach kudo#whos strict but softhearted and wants to die whenever a baby cries that they hate him#basically kudo fumbling his way through parenthood bc hes too kind to just abandon babies in this dark era#and yoichi went and nicknamed the baby immediately despite kudo saying not to name it to avoid attachment#kudo to bruce: dont name it. itll be a burden if we do#yoichi in the background: oh Baby-chan how can you be so cute?#can u tell what ive been working on recently#bnha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#mha#bruce#kudo#yoichi shigaraki#fic#oc#writing#yoichi just picks up a baby and of course it has to be a Meta baby#two sides of the same coin#one end is Kudo being concerned over Hasta la Vista baby and showing it in the worst ways#one end is Kudo learning how to really deal with babies cuz of baby-chan#he still talks to babies like theyre dogs though#kudo's learning curve for something he never thought hed end up doing. babies were very much not a part of his short life plan#its funnnnn
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hi!! just read your cake at the craft store fic and thought I'd introduce myself on here :) you're a talented writer and seem like a lovely person!
oh my gosh thank you so much! that's so sweet of you 🥰i'm so glad you enjoyed my work! (and thank you so much for the lovely comment on ao3!) also love your handles on both ao3 and here, i'm a big fan of herons myself 😊
#so sorry for the late response! i saw it n wanted to have the best response n then psyched myself out#and life's been kicking my butt however! i am finally here to say tysm and this was a very sweet ask :))#i am assuming that you are herons_and_spoonbills on ao3 this will be very embarrassing to me if you're not lol#but assuming so#re: your comment on 'do you wanna touch' about using neurodivergent tags on rpf fics#i def totally get why people don't use the nd tag on rpf bc you're right! it's def v different to write about real people than fictional#characters and everyone has different lines on how to portray these sorts of things in this genre of fic#and tbc i don't think that cake are nd irl#when i write 5sos fic the basis on irl 5sos is so slim that sometimes it's nearly nil lol#like some of my fics are more original fiction using 5sos' names & faces so as to be able to play in the sandbox genre that is fanfic#as apposed to short stories or flash fiction since these have v different rules in terms of what's acceptable in the medium#but yeah basically i understand why people may be hesitant to tag that sort of thing in 5sos fic lol#and i would love to hear about ur fav 5sos fics with nd themes! i need to get back into the 5sos fic scene tbh i've been absent for too lon#answering mail#ari/silver#do you have a preference on names btw?
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Seeing all these concept ideas and headcanons of Vanessa going around on my timeline is making me realize just how truly different my version of her really is… 😅💀😬
#I can’t say too much bc my Reassembled AU is still a WIP#and is currently an ongoing fic but like#probably the biggest thing that separates my Vanessa from a lot of people#is the fact that I make her autistic and have a lot of her trauma stem from implicit ableism#and why is that? bc she reminds me of myself prediagnosis#an adult female that is severely anxious prone to being short tempered and has a moral code that is more neutral than most#also the fact that my version of vanny is not entirely separate from Vanessa#but is like#an extension of her#she’s basically personified intrusive thoughts if that makes sense#and again this is not just coming out my ass#she reminds me too much of myself it’s almost depressing#but also like#I don’t put her in just angsty and depressing situations bc that’s boring to me??#like yea there’s angst but she also just deserves to be happy??#she’s like a child trapped in an adult body#and is simply longing for youth and FUN#(you ain’t even that old girl calm down🙄)#but that’s all I can say for now 🫡#fnaf#fnaf Vanessa#fnaf vanny#there’s also other reasons I think she’s autistic but I’ll save those for another day
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"tavern/grendel/hercules" sounds absolutely fascinating and I think I will have to read it even though I don't go here
May I ask why both "grendel" and "hercules", since they're from different mythologies?
Olim sudor Herculis (Latin) - Carmina Burana // Beowulf trans. Seamus Heaney (Old English)
okay, so. this isn't really fully based on either of these things. so much as i am rotating them in my brain as i'm writing something. "olim sudor herculis" is a latin drinking song of sorts from Ye Olde Times (this is the version i listen to lol. unironically i love this song. i originally heard it in a class about medieval history and stuff, but like. i literally listen to it for fun. it's part of what inspired this fic, because i was listening to it for fun. ...i probably have weird taste) and the lyrics when translated are about like, love ruins glory, a lover can't be a hero because they're unable to resist their heart and/or sexual desires, and that even the strongest men like hercules can be made fools by it--the only way to win against love is to not have it, and run away from it. which is. lmao. anyway, there's a little more to it than that, but that's the basic kinda run down. and it's really less that the fic is based on that (although i'm thinking about this as a flawed, old perspective--that the only way to not lose to love is to run from it, and then spinning what the song presents as negative--A lover has no regret for wasted time, / But stupidly and pointlessly toils at Venus' comand--as like. the time isn't wasted, the work is worth it, do not run from it--idk that's all just vibes rn) so much as the whole thing has that Medieval Vibe and all which helps lend to the atmosphere for the fic and get me in The Mood as i'm writing hence i listen to it on loop while writing it. so there's the "hercules" part.
grendel is also more metaphorical/below the surface as i'm writing than literal, because the fic is going to deal with loneliness and like. a pretty obvious (not the only, but not a reach either) interpretation of why grendel attacks in the first place is loneliness, feeling like an outsider, being an outsider--obviously, it's not so simple as that, as grendel is a literal monster, but the question of monsterhood and what makes a monster, how we relate to monsters for their loneliness and their bodies and their alienation and their rage and boundless emotion and "disgusting" nature, etc, really comes into play. but like it literally says that like, what harrows grendel is the "hall-joys", the joy and celebration and laughter, the community he is irreparably separate from?? you know?? and that can be interpreted a lot of ways--the extreme version of your neighbor who keeps having loud parties at 3 am and the dorm walls are so thin and you're about ready to rip their arms off? sure. the deep and piercing loneliness of hearing other people laugh and have fun and love each other and be a community knowing that not only are you explicitly not welcome but that you will probably never find that ever? (grendel's mother loved him, was willing to rend people limb from limb for him, but did she like him? did they spend time together? did she kill for him out of the love of a mother, one might call obligatory or biological? did she kill for him out of honor, the bloody cycle the whole fucking epic is about? did they love each other? how alone were they? does it matter, when in the end, they both die alone?) yeah also valid! or the more textual interpretation that grendel's just eeeevil and mean and hates all things good and holy and light and wants to kill it just for the sake of killing it? etc. anyway the point is i have a lot of feelings about monsters and loneliness and beowulf is about cycles and monsters and cause and effect and blood and honor and heroes and the end.
ALL OF THIS however is mostly just vibes that im rotating while writing a much smaller fic which is really more about trent and friendship and loneliness, set in a fantasy tavern setting lol
#dont take my word at all this im not double checking any research at the moment just. talking out my ass from memory#but i have a lot of feelings about a lot of mythology and folklore#ANYWAY im a nerd. im a big nerd#askbox#gertspeak#also the olim sudor herculis english translation didnt have a translators name attached :(#anyway this all just rambling. right now this fic is 90 percent vibes#i do have a plot in mind but i dont want to describe it bc it's short enough in describing it that would probably basically be the fic lmao#honestly though i might just incorporate a bunch of these pretentious literary references anyway#just bc i want to#youre welcome to read it!!!
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— open starter.
status - open to all, but pls read my rules and mobile about (pinned post) first before interacting. don't like my starters. muse - vasti inaiê souza gonçalves, sculptor, potter and printmaker. bisexual, uses she/her pronouns. human, thirty. wanted opposites (in order of priority) - m/nb/f, 30+. mocs (muns/muses of color) preferred. wanted connections - literal strangers, an ex, fellow artist, someone they haven't seen since sixth grade, as long as they're a little richer than vasti is (and not related) go literally batsh*t plot - they're on their way to personally deliver one of their commissions but they haven't slept well in over 48 hours (they've slept enough to not get pulled over, they can drive) and really should have hired a truck or sent it through the post but hey they've done it before and the client is right across town (or city, cough) so it shouldn't be too bad right? they'll make it except you just kind of yk. rear-ended them at the stoplight and their sh*t's in the trunk bc it couldn't fit in the back seat and now you might have just f*cked sh*t up if that packing wrap isn't as good as it's marketed to be. potential meet cute with insurance problems and career threatening happenings basically, what could be better than that
— she hears it before she feels it, the way the body of the car lurches underneath her at the street corner. the rattling in the back is too loud for her to ignore, and she's already doing inventory on what she has with her. registration papers, house keys, studio keys, that flat tire kit she's never had to use in her life and hopes she won't have to now, the delivery— oh God, fuck, the delivery. in the trunk. surrounded by a shit ton of bubble wrap and cling film and whatever the fuck else she wrapped it in at 3am two days ago and placed it in its box, but last she checked no flat tire makes that kind of sound like the kind where there's a bit too much metal and you know in your gut you'll need to call your insurance company. both of them, in her case, if the vehicle in her rearview mirror is giving anything to go by. que se lixe isso, this is not a good day. her blood pressure was not made for this. neither was her neck, for that matter, but she doubts there was enough speed behind the impact to cause any whiplash worth worrying about. she unlocks her phone as she steps out, car door slamming closed behind her, insurance already on speed dial. as a precaution she takes a few photos of the other car's license plate, now neatly tucked (along with the front bumper) just barely under her chassis—she is not paying for this shit if she doesn't have to, especially if the driver in question has enough money to be driving a car like that right into her sedan and especially if they might have just jeopardized her commission. three months, hundreds of hours, possibly damaged in her trunk because it's the one day she didn't have her morning coffee and decided to put it there instead of the backseat, bubble wrap or no bubble wrap. yeah, she'll milk every last penny from that payout while she's at it. might as well be pissed for a reason. 'hey,' she says, coming up to the window as it rolls down, 'i'm sorry, this is going to sound so completely fucking obvious and i know this and you know this but i think you just rear-ended me? and there's something in my trunk that i really need to get out and check on before this day goes any further to shit than it already has so if you could please try and back the fuck up, it would be much appreciated. juro o túmulo da minha mãe.' her mother is alive, thank you very much, but it's not like they need to know that in english or portuguese. // @indiestarter
#* open starters.#( * starters - vasti. )#( * threads - vasti. )#indie rp#indie oc rp#indie bi rp#independent rp#indie starter#open starter#( * so like. funny thing when it's OOC/my main i like censor everything. but at this point i've been on Tumblr so long that the#| asterisks are basically me and my hyperfixation and aesthetic choice than anything else bc IC????? no asterisks babe we are writing#| this sh*t out [see. exactly what i mean look at the starter and then look at this. smh]#| anyway say hi to Vasti!!!!!!! treat her nicely she's been rotting my brain for the past week and a half but whatever you do#| this is not good shipping practice for your artwork do not follow this advice tho in her defense she's running on low sleep#| and zero coffee. i also speak no Portuguese whatsoever i get all of this off the net so if it's wrong i'm sorry. i'll fix it sksksksk#| tldr; it's here i got off my ass and wrote a medium length starter after years of not RPing everybody cheer. do not feel pressured#| to match the length this happened bc i am a fic/book writer first and foremost i don't do short unless i'm replying rip )
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dacryphilia
The very worst thing you can do right now is bore me. Caleen shudders. “You’re not going to believe me anyways, are you?” Her voice tremors, and Dedra wants to hear it break. “No,” she says slowly. She can feel a smile tugging at her lips. She fights like mad to suppress it, and fails. It pulls at her lips, threatening to split them, and she lets her teeth show. “I suppose not.”
Or; The Interrogation Scene and some bonuses from Lt. Dedra Meero's point of view.
Or; Sophia "Dyke With Bad Taste" A-Flickering-Soul saw this
and this
and THIS
and thought, "How can I not write the most reprehensible, terrible, Dead Doveish 2.6k words about it?"
Mind the tags.
#andor#star wars#flickerthoughts#flicker wrote this#dedraposting#and HOW.#man. man. dedra meero character of all time to ME. i hate her sm. i wanna tear that woman apart. i wanna vivisect her.#man i have such cool people following me. i'm sorry guys.#when she said 'you're not going to believe me are you' and she just smiled and said 'no' so gently AUGH!#i had to. i had to. when she dragged her whole hand over her face. i had to. i'm sorry. i had to.#i think daily abt how denise gough was like 'yeah i can't replicate what my face did in that scene now' like....she was POSSESSED. same.#you need to know i literally told myself nah im not gonna get into her there's so many other amazing characters she's not that great#AND YET. there is a canon interracial lesbian couple w the most fascinating dynamic. there are so many good characters. AND YET.#man#mostly im proud of this bc it's basically exactly what i wanted it to be and it's short but still good and i worked rly hard on the ending#but also i feel terrible#but also i'm proud i finally finished a dddne fic! i have so many drafts and this is the first one i finished ;_;#but also...man.#it's like i completed spgtober recuperated for a month and had so much evilness built up in me i had to do this#man i took and edited these screenshots and adria arjona's acting is just insane this scene is genuinely terrifying she looks half dead#every actor in this series just fucking brought their a game im serious
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not to brag but i just wrote a whole section of my reincarnation fic, it's not well written, but it's written which means at some point in the future there will be something there for me to edit
#slowly slowly slowly chipping away at this fic#it's easier i think bc it's just split into little moments in time#like some of them are long and some of them are short but it's basically just a collection of oneshots and snippets#that fit together into one story#the one i just wrote is a universe where they're pirates and it's only like..a page? just over?#and then there's another that's like. set in the gilded age i think and that's probably going to be like. a whole mini-fic#bc i have PLANS for that one#so pretty much whenever i think 'oh that'd be a fun/cool/good au' but i only have the one bit thought out#i can just write it and slide it into this fic#captain speaks
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Lmao at first this was about writing, then homework, now it’s just goofy I love this face
Chilling in the void tonight
#coconut octo (mod talking)#lmao that stare#trying to get better with my Spanish so I’m writing things#I have a tiny pocket notebook so I can write the basic things I see & do#I think if I start incorporating Spanish more into my daily life I’ll get used to it#rewriting an older short fic of mine & my brain has never felt so empty XD#it’s kinda fun tho :D#I can’t roll my tongue to save my life so I should at least be scrumptious at writing & reading (eventually)#never noticed how brain fuzzy it was to write in Not your native language#I’ve always appreciated fic writers (any people/writers tbh) who wrote in English when it wasn’t their first language#but I have doubled tripled and Quadrupled down bc yikes this is tough#life 🐙 update ig#consuming my flash cards
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miracle of miracles ari’s actually going back to outlining? ari waterbearable, known pantser? impossible
#ari speaks#listen it's the small miracles for me#bc in other situations i would be doing a short story where i had the general premise+would not feel the need to outline#or i'd be writing fic and have a preset storyline that i could outline from/diverge as i please#Personal Project has undergone so many permutations/sitting in the ether of my brain that i feel like i only tried to start outlining#for this permutation in like. hm. 2021?2022? which feels like a long time but. cannot express how much it goes thru extended hiatuses#so i've had a basic skeleton for part i a Very Basic skeleton for part ii and the most detailed outline for c0#but detailed progression for c1 just clicked. wild.
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frankie if yr curious
#clothes not pictured bc its actually sooo stressful...#i had her sort of a jock bc i think thats cute but did you guys know its so hard to make a jock outfit look alt or goth or punk in any way.#also in my currently hypothetical band (its stressful... i wanted to have the original ghouls all in one band but. well ok end parenthesis#this is a whole seperate thought. so rpetend this wasnt ever in parenthesis ok. ik i want clawdeen to be bass ghoulia to be kehboard and#drankie 2 be drums. those all make sense for me#and then ive just got voice lead guitar and rhythm guitar. and well personally j dont see draculaura cleo Or lagoona playing guitar lol.#but also cleos umm kusic class she had a harp Which is strings... so thats something#but also idk if cleo would want to be In a band with other ppl since shes sort of. yk. famously#soo yeah im having trouble deciding. im currently trying to figure out the friend groups and im gonna maybe judt do friendgroup bands#instead. bc rn i kinda feel like that kpop tweet where its like they always go out of their way to include every member in fics Why hoseok#the bus driver all of a sudden...#thats me rn. i think mahbe theyll just be in different bands Lol. bc that makes more sense#also idk if its clear at all. and well also i switch between all th time. her hair doesnt make a ton of sense but its basically half up#half down. and depending on how im feeling its either judt a rly high short ponytail the sticky up bit#OR its a claw bun with the hair sticking up. and thats the sticky uppy bit. thats how my hair is 4 worm#FOR WORM?#sry. bt yeah so idk..
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finally got to ask my auntie about tlingit terms of endearments and i'm crying just thinking about getting to use them in this fic and AH 😭💙����🖤🤍
#in short#way down the road#cynthia and diantha are going to overhear adaman or irida call the other 'tseiyï'#(vaguely pronounced (soft t) t'say-yeh - tlingit has a lot of vocalizations that just...can't be written out lol)#and at first adaman and irida are flustered as shit bc nobody was supposed to hear that buT#thankfully neither cynthia or diantha will understand it and not make a deal out of it#and so they stupidly realize they can get away with saying it at least in front of them#but cynthia will eventually either learn the translation or remember the translation#it's (essentially) sweetheart#and then diantha is basically holding her back from teasing the mess out of irida over it#bc as i've already said#irida and cynthia have a bit of a sibling-like relationship#diantha and adaman are also close#anyways i'm finally back to having fun with this fic again#nano blogging
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I want to do so much art of this AU
#considering how long it takes me to do even a single art#and how often i dont even finish the ones i start#it seems unlikely that i will get much if any of the art i want to do for this fic done#but i want to do a family portrait for steve's family#and maybe a short comic of the first time eddie and chrissy meet#and recreate a famous painting but with Billy#and I also want to do a painting of a Big Reveal moment that i cant say too much about#plus the team!#I want to do a full painting of the team#fic: godsverse au#oh and full body character art for basically every character bc I've put a lot of thought into the character designs#I am unhinged#feral!#I am also mostly confined to the bed or couch and sometimes my laptop is too heavy for me rn#ghost.txt#ghost whines#ghost art ideas
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6.5k word post in drafts.
#i wrote a tag today. making some kinda joke abt how its basically a fic now bc its taken me so long#yeah uh. thats uh. it's a short story now#salty talks
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heyy u take reqs for mha, right? if so, can i request for a monoma x gen neutral reader? reader's in class 1A and is close with all their classmates, but is secretly dating monoma. it's basically the trope 'enemies in public, but lovers in private' but class 1A and class 1B end up finding out about their relationship and lose their minds LMAO
gn! reader
💬: tysm for requesting!! this was so fun to write HSSIDI hope you enjoy !! <33
📒: crack fic kind of??, swearing, written in 2nd pov, monoma is the leader of the sassy man apocalypse, headcanons + a oneshot under the cut :>
being neito monoma's secret lover hcs
during the school festival, neito literally suggested for his class to do a plot where two people would play as secret lovers from different kingdoms that hated each other (he was projecting TEWW MUCH)
one time class 1B was playing truth or dare and he got asked if he was single or not, and this mf said: "my partner goes to a different school! 🙄🙄🙄" bc he couldn't think of any other lie
obviously, everyone poked fun at him
"monoma, y'know being single isn't embarrassing, right..?"
"you can tell us the truth, y'know.."
i feel like kendo probably suspected it at one point
since she saw the way monoma kept investigating your classmates about the villain attacks (as a way of finding out if you're okay or not)
and because his insults towards you was like..so much more detailed compared to your other classmates?? like bro knew EVERY little detail about you, even the details that no one in class 1A knew
she brushed it off though, cause you and neito always argued — there was no way, right? (yes, there was a way)
he claims that class 1A "shines" too much because of you (as a way of hiding the fact that you're the one who he actually pays attention to)
when he approaches class 1A to make fun of them, he actually does it so he can see you (when he sees that you aren't with them, he just scoffs after insulting them, and walks away) (born from the sassy man apocalypse)
your classmates.. i think some of them def knew that you were dating someone, but NOBODY could predict the fact that you'd be dating neito, class 1A's biggest hater, some of your classmates were like "🤨 is this a betrayal or.." 😭😭 goes the same for class 1B, because as said earlier, his insults toward you were so much more..detailed, they thought he hated you more than the others ☠️☠️
they found out when they caught you both dancing together during a U.A high school party
"MY JAW.. WHERE'S MY JAW?" - denki when he found out (one second away from going into his "yay mode")
and u have mina in the corner saying that it's like one of those dramatic secret relationship fanfics (which in this case, it is)
for as long as neito monoma remembered, his heart was full of you. almost like the honey of a beehive, slowly overflowing and dropping to the floor. although, he swears that you're sweeter than honey itself. or, at least, that's how it felt. it started with small, short glances, secret hangouts at a small cafe, texting every day, training with each other, bittersweet confessions, and secret good-luck kisses.
but, for as long as class 1B and class 1A (excluding you) knew, neito and you were enemies, rivals, foes, maybe even nemeses. there was only so much your schoolmates could know, though. U.A's rigid course aided you and your boyfriend in keeping your relationship under warp, people failed to notice the longing stare the blond boy would hold whenever he saw you training with what he described to be "tetsutetsu's twin" from class 1A, the slight tone of pride whenever you'd counter an insult of his with your own words, acting like it wasn't your love language reserved for only each other; sneaking away from your respective dorms to meet each other in the ungodly hours of the night, exchanging sweetened words.
you waited on the bus with your classmates, the vehicle bustling with excited conversations; mina and the girls fangirling over each other's outfits, kaminari asking the "are we there yet?" question every five minutes, iida struggling to keep your classmates quiet, and so on. as you fixed your appearance slightly, you checked the time on your watch, reading that it was now 8:00 PM. however, a certain blond texted you, interrupting your moment of silence.
"darling, we have arrived at the venue. where are you?" monoma texts, with a stunning picture of the venue sent under his text. the dim fairy lights hung around the place, the food table with a chocolate fountain and appetizers, and the chandelier that would highlight the bodies of the people dancing.
just as you finished reading his message, you heard your homeroom teacher state that you guys had arrived. almost immediately, everyone cheered, giggling, and rushed out of the bus, exploring the venue after a few reminders from Mr. Aizawa to not get lost, and to behave. you dusted off your clothing, as you looked around for your boyfriend, neito, before you finally messaged him back.
"i'm at the entrance, neito," and not even five minutes later, you heard the only voice that could make your chest feel warm. neito's.
"hey, pretty," you greet, sending him an awkward wink.
he scoffs, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek. "hello yourself, sweetheart."
"shall we dance?" he asks, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. you give him a nod, as well as a chuckle. he had the tendency to make things as "theatrical" as possible. you were reminded of the time when you guys reenacted an old classical dance on a random rooftop, with no one else around.
a few moments later, the U.A high school party was in full swing, the pulsating beat of the music reverberating through the crowded gymnasium. amidst the sea of bodies, you and your blond boyfriend were drowning in the rhythm, dancing together in the dim atmosphere.
however, the dim atmosphere wasn't enough to hide you and your boyfriend, as well as your secret relationship.
kaminari spat out his drink from a few meters away. he, and mina were hanging out in the food table. "is that (name) and monoma?! the guy that hates us all?!" his jaw drops right after his statement, as he nudged the pink-haired girl beside him. the girl's eyes widen, before she squeals happily, "it's like a forbidden romance! eek!"
in the other side, there was tetsutetsu and kirishima. "yo, that's monoma/(name), your classmate!" they said to each other at the same time, and same speed.
you and neito exchanged a knowing glance, overhearing your classmates' reactions.
"monoma, did you force (name) to dance with you?!" kendo exclaimed, looking at her classmate with furrowed brows, and holding empathy for you. your laugh started off as small snickers, and then to a full-blown laugh, as you fell to your knees, giggling and holding your stomach. in the background was your boyfriend explaining, waving his hands as if to defend himself.
"you and monoma?" mina asks with a grin, behind her, were your classmates, who stopped to hear your answer. flies were about to fly into their mouths, at this rate.
"me and monoma," you replied, chuckling at the whole ordeal.
the situation made the night more entertaining than ever.
© 2024 JULSVU. all rights reserved. please don't plagiarize, translate, put in other websites or copy my work without permission. ty!
#monoma neito x reader#monoma neito x you#monoma neito#monoma neito x y/n#bnha x reader#boku no hero academia x reader#mha x reader#my hero academia x reader#monoma x reader#neito x reader#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#fluff
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So obviously Spencer is iconic for his wide range of haircuts over the show, and I have this vision of a Spencer x hairdresser fic where he goes to the same hairdresser all the time because he likes the routine and it’s what he’s used to. So like they’re low-key friends bc he’s been her client so long, but then she notices he can’t come as usual and he tells her it’s because he’s always away or working late. So because they’re close she gives him private late appointments after she closes bc they’re more accessible for him, and then they’re always together late at night, and eventually they fall for each other!! And like she loves his curls and cringed when he wanted it cut short but loves it regardless AHH I JUST LOVE IT. Bonus points if Spencer gets to recommend his hairdresser girlfriend to his teammates just to brag about the fact he has a hot girlfriend lmao. I get it’s kinda long lol, if it’s too long a premise then no worries, just sharing it is nice :)
A/N: Hi! I love the idea of hair stylist reader, so I had a lot of fun writing this~♡ Thank you for your request, I hope you enjoy it!
W/C: 2.1k
Warnings: implied Autistic Reid, brief mentions of sensory issues, writer does not care for the shows Canon hair continuity and does basically whatever she wants.
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The first time you'd met Spencer Reid, you hadn't been able to cut his hair. Which was a damn shame because it really did need cutting.
Sweeping up the floors of the hair salon you worked at, you had noticed the man lingering outside, wringing his hands together and pushing them awkwardly through his hair, approaching and retreating every few seconds.
You watched him through the mirrors, and let him dance around like that for five minutes before deciding that the evening breeze would be a boon during the hot summer night that was about to set in on you.
Opening the salon door, you stepped outside and soaked in the fresh air before turning to the now frozen, slightly awkward man.
“Can I help you?” You tried to put a welcoming smile on your face, but the salon was past closing and empty beside you. You should've been heading home by now, but something in the man's posture had you dawdling.
“The barber shop down the road closed down,” he said quickly, as if the words were practised on his to guess moments before.
“Yes, that's true. It's been six months now.”
“Six months?” he squeaked out, running a hand through his hair as he turned inwards.
“Do you… need a haircut?”
“Yes. Yes, are there any other barber shops in the area?”
You rolled your eyes and walked back into the salon, picking up a robe and a shoulder cover and spinning around the closest chair to welcome him.
“Well, are you coming in?”
“But you're closed. Your sign says you're closed.”
“And I'm still here, aren't I?”
He didn't argue any further and hesitantly stepped into the salon.
You helped him out of his bag and put it away before helping him into the robe and shoulder pad.
He awkwardly stood around as you prepared your scissors and station again, switching on the mirror light so you could fully see his face and hair.
And damn was he attractive. As you smoothed his hair out of his face, you were met with warm brown eyes, open and anxious, like a deer caught in headlights. Or, more accurately, a dear caught in a hair salon.
You had to blink and look away as you remembered what you were about, standing up and leading him over to the sink.
“I'm… I'm a little bit sensitive about my hair,” he admitted quite meekly as you tested the temperature of the water.
“Okay. Is there anything specific?”
He sat himself in the chair but didn't lower his head to the bowl, so you waited.
After a minute or two, he gently lowered his head to the bowl, and you helped his progress, making sure he was comfortably settled. He didn't speak, just let his shoulders relax and closed his eyes as you turned the water on his locks.
You enjoyed the simple repetitions of your job. Everyone's hair was different, that was true, but there were really only so many ways to wash hair.
You rinsed his hair thoroughly, keeping the water away from his face and ears with a face guard before beginning to lather it up.
For a man who hadn't seen the inside of a salon in six months and likely a hairbrush in the same length of time, his hair was healthy.
De-tangling as you went, you ran your hands through the lengths of his hair, taking note of how it fell, which parts were healthy, and which had developed split ends. Then you began massaging his head, working the shampoo into his roots, making sure his scalp was free from any possible dirt or dry skin.
This was the best part of the haircut for you, and you knew your regular clients enjoyed it greatly as well. Which is why you probably shouldn't have been too surprised when the man fell asleep.
It took you a few minutes to realize that was what happened, the face guard obscuring his face from your vision. When you squeezed the water from his hair, patted it dry, and twisted it into a towel so the water wouldn't run down his back, you had no clue that he was away with the fairies.
It wasn't until you asked him to stand, and he didn't even move that you moved around the sink and lifted the face guard.
If he seemed anxious awake, it had melted away now. He looked younger asleep, more calm and confident somehow. His eyelashes were long, a fact you only noticed when you leaned in to get a better look at him.
It was your hand unconsciously tracing a hand along his jaw that woke him back up, and for a second, you just stared at each other, faces inches apart.
“I'm.. I'm so sorry, I should go. Thank you for… I should go,” he said hurriedly, pulling the robes and towels off and snatching his bag up, running out the door.
“Wait, your hair,” you called after him, but he was gone.
And he hadn't paid.
It took a week for you to collect the payment, though you couldn't care less about the money anyway.
But a week thinking about the man's delicate features, his shy smile and stutter, and you were very distracted.
Thinking about him had become your full-time job, as much as cutting hair had, and you'd had a few close encounters with the scissors when you were lost in thought.
You'd been thinking up back stories for the man ranging from the romantic to the obscure to the downright realistic. So, a week later, you found yourself behind on work and needing to stay late, just as he stepped into the shop a second time.
“Hello?” You shouted from the backroom, hearing the doorbell jingle as it opened. “We're actually closed right now, so- oh.”
He stood awkwardly in the door, his face already flushed slightly.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” you said, trying to stop the grin spreading across your face. You didn't want to scare him off a second time.
“Last time, I… kinda ran away. I was… I'm not the best with-”
“With haircuts?”
“With change.” You both nodded at that, awkwardly staring at each other.
“So…?” You lead, trying to encourage him to introduce himself, hoping he would reveal something you didn't already know.
“You're closed again, but could you cut my hair?” He asked, pushing the long locks back on his head as he stood a little taller.
“It would be my pleasure…” you trailed off as a question, needing to know his name.
“Spencer. Spencer Reid. Doctor… just Spencer is fine if you'd prefer.”
“I'm Y/N. Come and take a seat.”
You slid him into the robes once again and got through a hair wash without any accidental naps this time. Though you did notice that he seemed to be enjoying it just as much.
His sighs left you feeling hot, your heart beating as you focused on his hair to draw your gaze from his lips.
When he was back I'm front of the mirror, he again looked like a scared cat that had been backed into the corner.
“So, what'll it be, Spencer?” You asked cheerily, combing your hand through his locks to detangle them.
“Hmm? Oh, a water would be nice.”
“For your hair, Spencer. What haircut do you want?”
“Oh! Oh, um, just a…just a haircut.”
Your face scrunched up in confusion as he doubled down.
“But what kind of haircut?”
“What kind?”
You pulled away from his chair for a minute and went to grab a cut reference book.
“Okay, so we've got undercuts, or trims, I can do pompadour or bowl cut or-”
You looked at Spencer's face again and saw that he looked more than confused.
“How about I just cut your hair and after you tell me if you like it or not?”
He nodded and gave you a weak smile as you grabbed your scissors.
Twenty minutes of silence later, and you felt Spencer exhale in relief as you dusted off the back of his neck and pulled the robes off of his clothes.
You'd gone for a shorter cut, but his curly hair had such a nice natural texture that you left it a bit longer on top. Without his hair in his face, his jawline was sharper, his eyes brighter, and you were somehow more infatuated.
He stood up shyly and you smiled at how good he looked.
“Okay, perfect! Let me just-” You lifted your hand and smoothed out some of his hair, picking up some strands and pushing them back and forth until it was just right.
He caught your hand just as you were about to pull away, and you suddenly realized how close he was. Or more accurately how close you had gotten. It was like you were breathing the same air.
“D-Do you like it?” You asked, voice small and high as it battled your heartbeat to be heard.
“Yeah. I like it. It looks… it looks like a haircut.”
You giggled as his grip became gentler, and your hand fell down to your side, brushing his chest gently as it descended.
“How much do I owe you?” He asked, and you led him over to the register to complete the payment.
“Thank you,” he said as he grabbed his bags to head out the door.
“Just doing my job. I'll see you in six weeks,” you said, waving him off.
“What for?” He asked, voice confused but bright. He sounded almost hopeful.
“For your next haircut, Spencer.”
He smiled and waved back as he walked back into the dark and disappeared down the street.
No one could ever accuse Spencer Reid of being forgetful, and six weeks later, he was back in your chair.
Except he didn't arrive at 11pm this time, but instead 11am.
The other customers and stylists gawked at the man as he walked in, and you thanked the gods that your seat was free as he met your eyes.
“Hi.”
“Spencer! You're back.”
He nodded shyly, head hanging a little as he ignored the many looks from the women in the room and the eruption of whispers and loud glances in his direction.
“It's been six weeks. You said that's when I'd need another haircut.”
You laughed a little as you pulled the robe around him.
“You know, I say that every time, but most people ignore me. I love a man who can follow directions.”
The eruption of red on his cheeks left you feeling suddenly tongue tied, and you carefully redirected the conversation back to the task at hand.
“Same again, Doc?” You asked, readying your spray bottle and supplies.
“Actually, could we, ah, go shorter this time?” Hesmiled sheepishly and watched as you ran your fingers through his tangled hair.
“My boss, last time, said I looked like I joined a boyband, so…”
“Your boss at the hospital?” You asked, clinging to every detail you could get from him.
“The hospital?”
“You said you were a Doctor, do you work in a lab instead or-”
“Oh. No, I work at the FBI. I'm not a medical doctor, I have a PhD. I have three, Chemistry, Engineering, and Mathematics.”
You whistled. “Impressive. You can't be older than 30.”
“I'm 29.” He said, smiling at you in the mirror, and you smiled back, hands still running through his hair.
“So, no boy band haircuts, okay. For what it's worth, though, you look totally hot.”
The words cut the conversation short, and you tried your best to take the words back as you went off to the sides to grab your sheers.
Half an hour later, and you could swear that half the salon had given up pretending to be doing their jobs and were just awkwardly ogling the man. If the shorter “boyband” hair was good, the undercut you'd done for him was even better.
You turned him around to get a closer look, using the excuse of making sure his hair was symmetrical enough to stare at him some more as you got closer to finishing.
“Okay,” you said with a sad sigh. “You're all finished, Spencer. Let's get you rung up.”
He nodded and followed you quickly, pulling out his wallet as he paid quietly.
“Okay. And I'll see you tomorrow,” you said, as he picked up his bags to leave.
“Tomorrow? I thought you said it was six weeks between haircuts.”
“It is. But it's also my day off tomorrow, so I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner. With me.”
He blinked at you once. Then twice, and another time before smiling and looking away.
“Okay. See you tomorrow, Y/N.”
He ran a hand through his hair and nearly walked into the door he was trying to walk through, but your heart still fluttered as you waved him out.
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