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Imagine- the reader is a plus size, who has an interview with Langdon, she then confessed that she in insecureDisclaimer- In NO way am I fat shaming, this is simply my idea for this request. I hope you enjoy❣️
You were sitting in your candle lit room, a book sitting between your hands as your eyes ran over each word. You were in a different world, the book had picked you out from the devastating, lonely world you had to wake up to every day, and brought you to a new one. You were suddenly dropped back down to your world when a knocked entered your ears, causing you to jump.
"Come in" you said kindly, watching the door open, revealing your only friend at the outpost, Mallory. Mallory was a grey, she cleaned, cooked, and was an assistant to a complete nut job. Mallory peeked through the door, a smile on her face, "Y/n, Mr.Langdon sent me to get you, it's time for your interview." She smiled, she looked slightly nervous, upset even.
Her eyes grew worried, "be careful, y/n, I've heard that others say he's really intimidating and scary." Her eyebrows raised, her smile fading for a moment, then coming back, slightly bigger than the own before, "good luck, his office is downstairs and to the left" she closed the door and her footsteps quieted as she walked away. You stood up and flattened out your Victorian style, purple dress. You made your way to Michael's office.
You approached two large doors that slid open in two different directions, leaving a large gap between them. Michael stood, his arms open wide, the tips of his fingers on the edges of the doors where they connected. His body stood perfectly in between both of them. His eyes ran up and down your body, "Ms. Y/L/N" he said smoothly, a small smile on his face.
You smiled at him and watched him move to the side so you could enter. You walked in and looked around the room, waiting to be told what to do. You didn't want to do anything wrong, so you simply waited for his command.
You heard the doors slide shut behind you as your eyes scanned the room, taking in everything. You turned around and saw Michael moving to his desk, he sat down in a leather chair behind a beautiful wooden desk. He propped his feet up on said desk, his expensive shoes shining, reflecting the light of the candles. He waved his hand out, gesturing for you to sit in the leather chair across from him.
You smiled and moved to the chair, sitting down as smoothing your dress, your posture had never been better, your hands were crossed in your lap, a slight smile on your face. Langdon's semi-friendly smile faded the second he looked at you, signaling he was no longer a 'friendly' presence. You however, kept your smile sitting on your face.
He stayed silent for a while, observing you, it's like he was reading your soul, taking in each detail, the way you moved, the way your eyes moved from his icy blue ones, the way your smile faded when you got uncomfortable.
You finally broke the unbearable silence. "So how- ah- how does this work?" You asked, your smile creeping back onto your face, being as polite as always. Langdon held back a chuckle, his stern, serious face remaining the same, he looked unamused, but also, curious.
"I'm not going to tell you the criteria I'm using to judge you. Things you may find helpful may be hurtful. Things you may think I'm not looking for could be exactly what I'm looking for. If you lie, I will know. If you hedge, I will know. If you try to trick me, I will know, this interview will be over and you will die here, painfully." He crossed his hands in his lap. His hair sat perfectly over his shoulders, his cheekbones shined perfectly in the candle light, he had strong features, looking like he was carved from stone, a smooth, stiff face with beautiful, soft looking, plump lips, his eyes were a light shade of blue, he looked like a god.
You nodded, "yes sir" you said, your sweet smile still on your face. You didn't want to ruin the small chance you had at salvation. His eyes roamed you, curious as to why you were so kind, why he couldn't read you very well. He picked up a vanilla folder with papers inside, his eyes skimming the words, not looking up."What is your sexual orientation?" He asked plainly, "I'm straight" you replied, matching his plain and simple tone. "Skipping the useless questions," he tossed the vanilla folder down, his eyes darting to yours, "what is the worst thing you've ever done?" his eyes squinted, trying to figure you out before you could answer.
You took a minute to think, not wanting to say the wrong thing, "I, um," you looked up, "My mom, uh" you smiled a nervous, sad smile, which is what you always did to avoid getting too emotional, "I told her I hated her," you said, your eyes watering up, causing another nervous laugh to come from you, "she was in the hospital, she told me something that broke my heart, so I decided to do the same to her. She, ah," a tear dropped from your eyes, your hand quickly wiping it away, smiling nervously, "she died that night. That was the last thing I told her." You said as one more tear dropped.
This time, your hand didn't wipe it away, you simply let it fall from your cheek and down to your dress. You gave Langdon a quick smile. He didn't say anything, his face remained cold. He didn't seem to care. He lifted his long legs from the desk and placed his feet on the ground, standing up. His hands crossed behind his back as he walked around the desk, and over to you. You shifted in your seat, not knowing what to expect. He held out a hand, which you took, he pulled you to stand up. "Take off your dress." He said plainly, his eyes scanned your face, waiting for your reaction. "W-what?" You stuttered. "Your dress. Take it off. It's time for your inspection."
Your face dropped. You have always been insecure about your size. You've never slowed yourself to be shown to others, you always kept your body hidden underneath dresses and large clothes. You didn't want to strip, you were embarrassed. "Do I have to?"
You asked, looking at the floor. Langdon tilted his head, not seeing the issue. "Why don't you want to take it off y/n?" He asked, his voice curious. You fiddled with your hands, "because I'm not, um, well look at me." You suggested, gesturing at your body, ashamed. "I am. I don't see the problem. Strip." He demanded. You sighed sadly, and started to reach for your zipper, unable to reach it. Langdon walked around you, his hand grazing your skin, starting at your shoulder and stopping at your zipper, one hand grasped your shoulder while he unzipped your dress, allowing to fall to the ground, pooling around your feet. You were left in a bra, underwear, and purple socks. Langdon eyes your body up and down several times. You sighed, your eyes slightly watering up. "What's the problem" Langdon asked, giving your shoulder a slight squeeze. "I'm ugly!" You cried out, unable to hold back the tears at this point. Langdon walked around you, stopping when he was in front of you, towering over you. "Don't you ever say that." He said, planing another hand on your other shoulder."You're perfect."
His face softened, it sounded like he cared, or something. He quickly caught himself acting unprofessional. He took his hands from your shoulder and placed them behind his back, he walked back behind you, grabbing your dress and pulling it up, re-dressing you. He zipped you up and then walked back over to his desk, sitting down and grabbing the folder, writing something down. You stood in the same spot, not knowing what to do. He looked up at you, "your interview is over. You may leave, y/n. I'll inform you more on the sanctuary another time."
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Howdy:) sorry I haven't updated in literally forever, everything I've been trying to write wasn't good lol, but I'm not dead, I've also been really busy lately. I'll do everything in my ability to update as often as I can❣️
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