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lylianrae · 4 months ago

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A list of all the things I have manifested ⋆˚⟡˖ ࣪

We manifest everything in our lives btw - the good and the bad which is why I will be including both to prove that the law does not discriminate. If you can successfully become poor, you can most definately become rich with the same ease because everything is just a state.

Long hair

AHH this is one of my favourite manifestations. Ever since I was young I had a weird bob with a fringe (often crooked) and I wanted long hair like all the other girls (lmaoo) but my mum was strict so she didn't let me grow it out. Although I didn't know about manifestation back then, every new year and birthday I would wish for long hair and I would pretend I was a princess with butt long hair. Guess what, somewhere along the line, my mum let me grow it out and now I have butt length hair (don't really know what to do with it tho </3).

As all kids do, I went through an emo phase where I chopped off like half of my hair like 4 years ago. I literally grew back 7-8" of hair within a month because my parents got too mad. I knew about manifestation here so I just assumed my hair always grows unaturally fast. Same with when I cut bangs, they grew past my chin within a couple of weeks.

Manifesting my way into a private school

Honestly this just shows that you dont need 2430430 hours of working on your self concept to manifest. Literally so many celebs, including Marylin Monroe (the queen), manifested their fame with awful self concept. Likewise, here I was possibly going through the worst time of my life back then. I would wake up at 8 am and start studying and end at 11 pm despite being only 10 at the time. I was so freaking stressed and envious of all the other children and went into a depressive spiral where my two options were pass or die. I didn't even have enough practice and I cried my self to sleep on most nights. Anyways, when i did the exam I was deathly calm and even after the exam I was apparently so chill so my parents thought I failed.

I literally left 9 questions on one paper but throughout the summer, everytime I found a dandelion I would make a wish and imagine digging a tunnel to the examiners room where I secretly change my answers into the right ones (lmfao my tiny 10 yr old brain - idek how it worked). Anyways my results were sent back to me a month later on a random October evening and I got a really high mark. Even after 7 years of going to this school I havn't met anyone who has gotten a mark higher than mine.

Curly hair / straight hair

Sigh. We always want things we don't have. When I was younger I had really straight hair like 1A asian hair but when I was like 10, I really wanted curly hair and I would try to curl it often. After a few months, I manifested a curling iron and my hair literally became naturally curly like right after a wash it would curly af when before it was dead straight. Naturally I grew bored of it and I wanted my straight hair back and for ages I began overcomplicating the law and struggled to manifest it. It was only recently when I actually let go of the 3D that I manifested the silky, shiny straight hair.

Social life?

This is also a funny one, just shows how easily you can manifest. So back in 2021 after lockdown I felt so lonely and felt so left out of my friendship group so after a few months I began stressing myself out and spiraling for like 30 minutes, sobbing to myself about how I was so lonely and how nobody loved me (💀). Anyways it became reality, I found myself uncomfortable in many social situations and found myself becoming forgotten far more easily. I don't really remember the details but it was so bad that I think I accidently manifested social anxiety (oh well we still up tho).

However I am a loa girly so I found myself listening to popularity subliminals and slowly (but surely) my mindset change from having no friends to being the most popular girl in the year. Like no joke I became friends with like 3 people from different social circles so at lunchtime we had to join up like 3 different tables so we can all sit together. Overall I got myself 20+ close friends and even my ex friends began to admire me although it had ended badly. Even now, when someone says something thats untrue - for example saying that they are dumb when they are not, they would be like "ahaha so its like when Rae (me) says she has no friends, the whole school knows who Rae is".

Clear skin

This was sort of in the beginning of my loa (law of attraction back then) journey, I just randomly found out what subliminals were and was still quite new to everything. Now I don't even understand how it happened but I had busted some capillaries under my skin and it looked like small red viens under my skin and bro I was freaking out at the time. One night I was like just, I had enough, I'm going to get myself better skin and so I listened to a sub once for 3-4 days and on like the 4th day, my cheeks began to heat up which was odd and the next day it was 90% gone. Just like magikkkk.

Desired university?

Guys. Feeling is the secret. Don't you ever forgot that - not feeling as in emotions but rather the feeling of knowing. I had 2 entrance exams to do to apply for my universities and it was a stressful time where I wasn't getting enough sleep and wasn't eating enough simply because I didn't have the time. Like I come home from school and would have 3-4 hours of homework, then I need to revise for tests and then the remaining time would be spent on the entrance exams. Each past paper took 2 hours and I have around 13s per questions and I was already struggling on time. Anyways, I began to hate them and I would often complain to my mum saying things like "My score got even lower!!" or "I hate it so much" or "My head hurts / eyes hurt".

Guess what? Not only did I see my score decrease over time but I also made such a silly mistake on the most important entrance exam which I needed for 4/5 of my universities. I left a question and completely forgot to mark on the answer so when I finished the section I realised I had one more space on the sheet with like 10s to spare. I didn't have enough time to go back and fix it and lemme say that I did so badly in the test. Even while waiting for results I was just like "ah it would be a miracle if I scored above this bla bla".

I got the score back and it was so freaking bad like I did not stand a chance at my university at all. However, I started to affirm for a place and to my utter shock and surprise my desired university reached out and offered me an interview. I knew people who had like scores which were 50% better than mine and they still got rejected pre-interview. Anyways I began stressing about the interview and the results of the whole thing and boom. I got rejected 3 days after my birthday lmaoo. But its okay because I'm reapplying and I learnt so much more. I'm redoing the entrance exam and my score is a loooot better than it ever was last year.

A key take away would be thoughts are the result of the state you are in. Your dwelling state manifests and I was focusing on the unrealness and the difficultly of getting into this uni and thats what manifested. At the time I was heartbroken and literally went through the 7 stages of grief and spent so many months trying to revise it only for me to focus on the 3D. Just know that everything is done in imagination and it appears in the 3D as a result.

Photographic memory

So this is also something I had manifested before I actually knew about loa but the takeaway here is that manifestation is always instant. I was around 11 reading a random book on my tiny kindle and the book was on how to develop a good memory and I was like ah that'll be useful. Anyways later in the car, I asked my dad about photographic memory and he sort of explained it to me. I just assumed that I have that and I told him I do. He just laughed at me and said thats something that you have to train for and I was not impressed lmao. Inside my tiny brain, I was just like nope, I already have photographic memory and I dropped that thought. Let me tell you, my memory is actually photographic and has helped me out on so many occasions like my brain just takes pictures of things.

Learning fast

This is also something I did before I knew loa, I was just always wondering why the other kids couldn't grasp concepts as easily as I did. Literally in every lesson I would be like ah I learn so fast and now I am actually blessed with the ability to grasp complex subjects so fast. A favourite example of mine would be when I was obsessed with music but to take it to a higher level you need to be able to play an instrument. I couldn't at the time and my teacher told me the requirements a week before the actual deadline. I have never actually played piano with both hands but one day I sat down and worked through the entire song (fur elise by Beethoven) which is a grade 5 (I think) and it normally takes people months / weeks to learn. I learnt the whole thing in 3 days and from then on, I could play piano like I had been doing for ages. Again the memory thing was so helpful because I never actually used any sheet music, I learnt it off a youtube video and I remembered every single note I needed to play.

Hourglass body + 22" waist

This was a couple of years ago when I actually didn't understand loa. Anyways long story short, I would do a 3 minute workout and then flex infront of the mirror all day (💀) and be like omg I have abs. Overtime, I actually got so skinny everyone around me kept pointing it out to me and my mum got so concerned that she took me to the doctor like 4 times. It was so funny, I would loose like 2-3kg overnight and my parents would have to buy better fitting uniform.

Bigger boobs

This was also back in the day (2021?) when I didn't understand how to manifest things easily af. I had an A cup but I wanted better boobies and I listened to like 2 subs for a week and I went to a B cup. But I just assumed I have a bigger cup size recently and I just skipped C and went to D+ (haven't measured in a long time).

I'm not done but I'm tired now bye bye

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james-bucky-barnackle · 2 months ago

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Froyo

Synopsis: During a premiere red carpet with Drew, an interviewer’s question accidentally reveals that a seemingly ordinary dinner was actually Drew’s attempt at a first date covered by two random tiktoks. Pairing: Drew Starkey x Actress!Reader Word Count: IDK I'm too sleep deprived to count A/N: I know I still owe you guys a Gwayne Hightower fanfic, but the chokehold Drew fucking Starkey has on me is insane. btw, I realized this is the second time I've created a fic based on real people vs the normal Marvel character thingy I do. And to be honest, there's gonna be a lot more... so maybe I should make this a series considering they're all triggered by an interview and Y/N's always an actress lol. ALSO at the end, there's a poll on what you think should happen next, and best believe I'll do my best to write that.

There’s an edit circulating on TikTok of you and your co-star Drew Starkey from your red carpet interview together. You’re both starring in an Amazon limited series about college classmates who become close after witnessing your professor’s murder and are now on a shared mission to solve the crime. You’ve known him closely for a year now, but have been following his career even before that. I mean, who wouldn’t? The man is gorgeous. But of course, you couldn’t let him know that.

As shooting began, the two of you grew closer, and you decided to be professional and put that whole fascination aside. You’ve both even dated other actors and celebrities, which have also been topics for gossip channels and paparazzi photos. Despite all that, you’ve hung out plenty, mostly in groups but also during breaks in filming—often grabbing lunch and coffee together.

Today, you and Drew are laughing as you finally see the edit that’s been at the top of both your PR’s nightmare list.

You’re dressed in an elegant beige gown, skin-tight and slightly sheer, which Carrie Bradshaw would definitely call the naked dress. Your hair is pulled back in a low bun, bangs effortlessly framing your face. You’ve just arrived at the red carpet, taking your time to chat with interviewers. The first few questions are light, mostly about how fun it was working on set and, of course, what you're wearing.

After a few minutes, Drew catches up to you. He’s in a baby blue suit, sepia shades covering his eyes, smelling incredible. His presence is like a tight, warm hug—well, a little tighter on your chest. His voice sends tingles down your spine as he whispers, one hand casually placed on the small of your back.

“What did I miss?” He smiles at you and the interviewer.

“Oh, nothing much, I was just telling Amelia how you’re always late to everything.” You smirk, shooting a playful look at the camera. Amelia, your interviewer, raises her eyebrows dramatically, playing along. Both of you laugh as Drew backs away, feigning offense.

“I’ve been here since like—” He starts to defend himself.

“Like five minutes ago,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“Valid,” he agrees with a shrug, laughing.

Amelia continues her interview, moving on to ask about the possibility of a second season.

“I mean, yeah, I’d love to do a second season, for sure,” you nod, glancing at Drew, who’s nodding along, letting you take the lead. “But I’m not sure if it makes sense, since it was originally written as a one-season story. For that to happen, someone might have to die again so Kelsea and James can investigate something new.”

Kelsea and James are the names of the characters you play—who, of course, end up dating on the show.

“So you’re saying someone has to die for the two of you to get back together on set?” Amelia jokes, her deadpan delivery only making it funnier.

“I mean, I don’t know!” You laugh. “You’re twisting my words, Amelia!”

“I honestly think you just don’t want to hang out with me anymore, Y/N,” Drew chimes in, a playful pout on his face. “I’m hurt.”

“Is that why there wasn’t a second date?” Amelia asks, teasingly. Her tone is light, but the question lands hard. Drew’s eyes widen in surprise, his smile freezing as if even he didn’t see that one coming. He covers his mouth, trying not to laugh while you stand there, looking utterly confused.

“Second date? What?” You laugh, trying to figure out if this is some sort of red carpet joke you weren’t briefed on. You glance at Drew, who’s just shaking his head, still grinning but not offering any explanations.

You lower your voice, leaning towards him, “What is she—what date?” You chuckle awkwardly, trying to maintain your cool, though the confusion is clearly written all over your face. Drew glances at Amelia, then back at you, and you can tell he feels a little bad now.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of awkward silence, Drew admits, “When we got dinner and froyo.” He says it so nonchalantly that it takes you a second to process.

“That was a date?!” you whisper-yell, smacking his arm, your jaw practically hitting the floor. “You said it was just dinner!”

“I know!” Drew laughs, his cheeks turning a little pink. “I said that because I thought you didn’t like me back! I was sending out signals!”

“What signals?” you ask, still reeling from the shock. “That’s unfair, you said it was just dinner! I feel so bad—I didn’t know!” You place your hand on his arm, squeezing it apologetically. You’re both laughing now, but you’re also genuinely flustered.

“I did tell you!” Drew protests. “I said, ‘Do you want to have dinner with me?’ And you were like, ‘Are we bringing Madz along?’ And when I said no, you were like, ‘Why?’”

“That is not enough, Drew!” You laugh, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Your PR team is probably dying, but at least this little moment might boost some publicity for the show. You actually remember the video Amelia might be referring to; your assistant had sent it to you a few months back. You found it interesting and even funny because you honestly thought it was just a fan shipping the two of you together—cutting together videos and photos of you and Drew when you were out to eat. You try to recall what that day was like and pick apart whatever signals Drew was referring to, but you really can’t remember anything different from the way he’s interacted with you since you two first met.

You realize the gag has gone on long enough and decide to wrap it up before the awkwardness can escalate further.

“Amelia, I’m so sorry about this,” you say with a dramatic sigh, trying to regain your composure. “Even while confessing his undying love for me, he’s still late. Men, what can you do?”

Drew, still chuckling, wraps an arm around you and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his way of apologizing. You feel a warmth settle over you, even as your mind is still catching up to everything.

The camera flashes pop around you, and suddenly, those TikTok edits of you looking perpetually confused start to make a little more sense.

When the premiere starts, halfway through the screening, you excuse yourself to the bathroom. You check your makeup, but instead of heading straight back to the theater, you decide to take a moment. The whole "date reveal" situation has thrown you off more than you realized, and you need a second to process it. You stare at your reflection in the mirror, replaying the interview in your head. You haven't had the chance to talk to Drew about it since, and the thought lingers in the back of your mind. You don’t want another clueless moment to make it into the tabloids.

You wash your hands, fix your makeup, and prepare to head back out. But as you step through the door, you see Drew standing there, waiting.

“Well, look who it is—the jokester,” you say, crossing your arms with a mock grin. “Here to ask me out on another one-sided date?”

Drew smirks, stepping closer. “Huh? What are you talking about? I’m just here to pee,” he teases, nudging your shoulder.

“Not funny,” you mutter, rolling your eyes but feeling a smile tug at the corner of your mouth.

“Hey, I’m sorry.” His smile softens, and for the first time since the red carpet, you can tell he actually feels a little guilty. “I really am.”

“You should be!” You huff, but your tone is playful now, your annoyance melting away as you meet his eyes. "That was so long ago."

Drew takes a step closer, and you suddenly become very aware of the quietness around you. It’s just the two of you now, the noise of the premiere distant, almost forgotten. His gaze flickers to your lips for just a second, and your heart skips a beat.

“Y/N…” He hesitates, like he’s trying to find the right words. “About that second date…”

“You mean actual first date?” you correct him, raising an eyebrow, trying to keep your cool.

Drew pauses, then chuckles softly. “Yeah,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. “Actual first date. What do you think?”

You stare at him, caught off guard. You weren’t expecting him to just put it out there like that. His easygoing nature usually means he hides behind jokes or avoids direct confrontation. But now, with no cameras, no noise—just you and him—he’s being sincere.

“You know,” you say, your voice quieter now, “if you made it clear the first time, I still would’ve said yes.”

Drew’s eyes widen slightly, and a smile slowly spreads across his face. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you nod, feeling a mix of relief and excitement. “Really.”

His grin widens, and there’s something boyishly excited about it, like you’ve just given him the best news of the day. “No froyo this time, I promise.”

“Good,” you laugh. “Because that wasn’t a date.”

“Duly noted.” He steps closer, his hand brushing yours, and this time it doesn’t feel accidental. His fingers curl around yours lightly, the touch sending a spark through you.

“You know, we could leave early,” he suggests, glancing back towards the theater. “Skip the rest of the screening, maybe grab some dinner… somewhere where I make it clear it’s a date.”

You bite your lip, considering it, but your eyes narrow playfully. “And deal with the wrath of our PR teams later? You must love living dangerously.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “You make a good point. But I promise, after all the photos, after all the interviews... we’ll do this right.”

You nod, smiling at him. “I’ll hold you to that.”

With that, you both walk back into the theater. His hand lingers on yours for a moment longer before he finally lets go, and even as you take your seats for the rest of the screening, the air between you has changed.

You glance at him once more, feeling that familiar warmth return, only this time, it’s not confusing or awkward.

The noise of the film dims around you, though you’re still hyper-aware of the room, the hundreds of eyes on the screen, and the occasional flash from the press in the back. Drew leans back in his seat, arms crossed loosely, but he’s not watching the movie either. Instead, he looks over at you, catching your eye.

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks, and you quickly face forward, pretending to focus on the movie. But then, from the corner of your vision, you feel him move slightly closer. The tension that was always there, that you’d pushed aside so many times, is undeniable now.

After the premiere ends, there’s the usual round of applause and the hum of people slowly rising to leave. Drew stands up first, offering you his hand, and even though you can stand up just fine on your own, you take it. There’s something about that gesture that feels significant—like you’ve crossed a line you didn’t realize you were approaching until now.

You’re both still in work mode, nodding and smiling at the industry people you pass, but the moment you’re outside, the cool night air hitting your face, Drew turns to you, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Alright,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “How do you feel about grabbing that dinner tonight?”

You blink, caught off guard by how fast he’s moving. “Tonight? We just got out of the premiere,” you laugh, though there’s excitement bubbling under the surface. “I know, but if I wait any longer, who knows what crazy schedules we’ll get caught up in again.” He steps closer, his smile genuine, warm. “I’ve waited this long to actually do it right. What’s a few more hours?"

“Alright,” you say, a grin breaking through. “Let’s do it. Dinner—our actual first date.”

His eyes light up. “Great. I know a place.”

The restaurant Drew takes you to is tucked away, quiet and intimate, and you laugh at how quaint it is, most of the other diners are old enough to be your grandparents. You feel comfort knowing most of them don't have phones let alone know who the both of you are. For all they care, you could be two kids coming home from a costume party just ending the night with a bite.

“So,” you say as you both sit down, menus in hand but neither of you really looking at them. “This is what a proper date feels like, huh?”

Drew leans back in his chair, grinning. “Better than froyo, right?”

You laugh, rolling your eyes. “Significantly better.”

There’s a moment of comfortable silence, the kind where you both just look at each other and realize this is happening—really happening. You’re on a date with Drew, and it’s not some PR stunt or a casual hangout. It’s real. And for the first time, you’re letting yourself want it. "You think they're wondering why we're over dressed?" You hide behind a menu. "Overdressed? Excuse me? This is what I wear everyday." Drew retorts, making you chortle.

“So,” you say, resting your chin on your hand, “What’s the plan after this? Froyo?”

Drew chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Not a chance.”

He grins, eyes glinting with that same playful energy you’ve always liked. “Well, I’ll make sure tonight’s memorable enough that it overshadows that.”

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mercillery · 3 months ago

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STRAWHATS AND WAXING…

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + NOT PROOFREAD

SUMMARY: Just hcs on how some of the strawhats are like during the waxing experience. You’re the one waxing them btw.

CHARACTERS: Luffy + Zoro + Nami

NOTES: I made this random mess because I got my face waxed for the first time a few days ago and they peeled a small part of my skin off. I wish I was joking.

When Luffy first hears about waxing, his initial reaction is pure confusion. He tilts his head, eyes wide, as if you've just told him about a new, mysterious kind of devil fruit. "Waxing? What’s that?" he'd ask, genuinely clueless, probably thinking it's some sort of bizarre new adventure or maybe even a weird dessert. In Luffy's world, anything unknown is either something to eat or something fun to do, so naturally, he'd assume waxing falls into one of those categories.

You’d have to break it down for him in the simplest terms possible: "It's a way to remove hair. Like, pulling it out so it’s not there anymore." He blinks a few times, processing this new information. "Remove hair? But why would anyone want to do that?" he’d ask, clearly baffled by the concept. For him, the idea of going out of your way to get rid of something as trivial as hair is as foreign as trying to understand why Sanji doesn’t just eat the ingredients instead of cooking them.

Once he finally gets it—or at least he thinks he does—his curiosity piques. But not for the reasons you'd expect. He might think the wax is some sort of edible goo (which, let's be honest, he'd probably try to eat). Or he might be intrigued because it sounds like a new kind of challenge. "Does it hurt? Is it like a fight?" he'd ask with an eager grin, already ready to face this 'hair-removal' challenge head-on. You can almost see the gears turning in his head as he imagines waxing to be some sort of mini-battle he has to win.

Now, Luffy isn’t exactly known for his patience or for thinking things through, so when you finally explain that it involves ripping hair out by the roots, he just shrugs it off. Pain? Discomfort? Those are small potatoes for the guy who’s taken down warlords and emperors. "Let’s do it!" he’d declare, without even a hint of hesitation. After all, in his mind, if it’s something new and weird, it’s got to be worth a shot.

Luffy, being the impulsive bundle of energy that he is, obviously doesn’t have a shred of patience—especially when it comes to something as boring as the prep work for waxing. The moment you start heating the wax, he’s already squirming in his seat, looking like he’s about to jump out of his skin. He watches you like a hawk, his eyes darting between the wax and your every movement. It feels like time has slowed down—that's how bored he is right now.

“Come on, just do it already!” he’ll exclaim, practically bouncing up and down with impatience. The waiting is torture for him, and you can tell he’s seconds away from grabbing the wax himself and slapping it on in whatever haphazard way he can manage.

It’s like trying to calm down a hyperactive kid who’s been told he has to wait five minutes before opening his birthday presents. Patience is not in his vocabulary, and the idea of sitting still while you carefully prepare everything is almost more than he can bear. And honestly, with Luffy, you know the clock’s ticking before he does something crazy, so you better hurry up.

When the waxing process finally begins, Luffy is… well, to put it mildly, underwhelmed. He thought this whole thing was going to be a lot more exciting, maybe even a little dangerous—something worthy of a future Pirate King, you know? But instead, it's just you, applying warm wax and smoothing down strips with what seems like no end in sight. He starts fidgeting almost immediately, shifting around as if the chair is suddenly the most uncomfortable place in the world—it’s not, he’s just really bored. He might even start poking at the wax with a finger, trying to figure out what all the fuss is about.

“Can’t you go faster?” he’ll whine, looking at you with those big, expectant eyes that are practically begging for some kind of action. The boredom is killing him. Luffy’s the type who thrives on chaos and excitement, not sitting still while something as mundane as hair removal drags on. He’s clearly disappointed that this isn’t turning out to be the grand adventure he somehow imagined it might be.

However…

The moment that first strip is ripped off, everything changes. The look of boredom is instantly replaced by sheer shock as Luffy’s whole body jolts. His eyes go wide, and without missing a beat, he lets out a loud, explosive yell. “OW! WHAT WAS THAT?!” He practically leaps out of his seat, clutching the now-hairless spot as if he’s just been ambushed by an invisible enemy. It’s not that Luffy can’t handle pain—it’s the surprise of it all that really gets him.

Even though you carefully explained the whole process beforehand, he somehow managed to forget about that crucial detail. He was too focused on the idea of wax being some weird new eatable substance to pay attention to the part where you mentioned that it might, you know, hurt a bit. His reaction is pure Luffy: loud, dramatic, and completely honest. You can’t help but laugh a little as he rubs his arm, still looking at you like you’ve just pulled the ultimate prank of betrayal on him.

But if you think the pain is going to make Luffy tap out, you’ve got another thing coming. The shock may have caught him off guard, but backing down? That’s not in his nature. Instead, Luffy’s all in—gritting his teeth and getting ready for the next round, like he’s about to face down a sea king. The pain with each wax strip is real, but it’s also the one thing keeping him from reaching that extreme level of boredom that was starting to gnaw at him earlier.

Every time you rip off another strip, his eyes widen for a split second, and you can see him visibly brace himself, but then he’s right back to his usual self, shaking off the pain with a grin. “Hah! That one wasn’t so bad!” he’d boast, even though you can tell from the way he’s rubbing the spot that he definitely felt it.

And in true Luffy fashion, he starts to get into it, almost like he’s made a game out of enduring the waxing. He’ll throw out little challenges, like daring you to rip the next one off faster or harder, because if he’s going to do this, he’s going to go all out. “Come on, hit me with your best shot!” he’d say, grinning even though you know he’s still feeling each pull.

But as determined as Luffy is, eventually, the boredom creeps back in. He’s the type who needs constant action, and once the novelty of the pain wears off, there’s not much left to keep him entertained. After a few more strips, you notice he’s not reacting as much—his bravado is still there, but the excitement has clearly faded. He starts to tolerate the pain to the point where it’s just another thing happening to him, like getting rained on during a storm.

Before long, you hear the unmistakable sound of snoring. You glance over to see him slouched in the chair, completely conked out as if he’s taking a nap on the Sunny. His body is so used to pushing through discomfort that it just decided, “Why not catch some Z’s?”

You don’t even need to check if he’s okay—those snores are a clear enough sign. You work as quickly as you can, ripping off the strips one after another, half expecting him to wake up at any moment. But he just keeps snoring away, completely oblivious to the fact that he’s still in the middle of a waxing session.

When you finally finish and wake him up, Luffy blinks groggily, still half asleep as you tell him it’s all done. It takes a moment for the realization to sink in, but when it does, his eyes light up like you’ve just told him there’s a mountain of meat waiting for him. He immediately sits up and admires his newly smooth, hairless legs with the same enthusiasm he’d have for discovering a treasure chest.

“Whoa! My legs are so smooth!” he exclaims, rubbing his hands over his legs in amazement. He’s completely mesmerized by the feel of his skin, as if it’s the coolest thing in the world right now. You can already tell that any discomfort or redness is the last thing on his mind.

And before you can even suggest taking it easy, Luffy’s already up and bolting out of the room, eager to show off his fantastic new smooth legs to the rest of the crew. “Hey, guys! Check this out!” he shouts, practically bursting onto the deck with a wide grin plastered on his face. He’s flexing his legs, striking exaggerated poses like he’s just achieved something monumental.

“Look how smooth my legs are!” he brags, showing them off to anyone who will listen. He’s so caught up in his own excitement that he’s completely oblivious to the lingering redness or any stares of confusion from the crew. Even if they’re wondering why he’s so excited about hairless legs, Luffy doesn’t care—he’s just thrilled to have something new to show off.

If someone asks him how it was, Luffy will flash that signature grin and say, “It was easy!”—completely forgetting that he’d screamed bloody murder when the first strip was ripped off. To him, the pain is already a distant memory, replaced by the thrill of showing off his new, smooth legs.

Meanwhile, the rest of the crew is left in a mix of surprise and confusion. They’re all quietly wondering how on earth you managed to get Luffy to sit still for so long without him bouncing around or possibly even eating the wax. The idea of Luffy sitting through the entire waxing process without causing total chaos is almost more shocking to them than the fact that he went through with it in the first place.

When the idea of waxing is first brought up, Zoro’s reaction is about as predictable as you’d expect. He barely gives it a second thought before letting out a low, uninterested grunt and going right back to whatever he was doing—probably napping or lifting absurdly heavy weights. Grooming beyond the basics just isn’t his thing. In Zoro’s mind, as long as he’s clean and his swords are sharp, there’s no need for anything extra, especially something as seemingly frivolous as waxing.

His first response would probably be a blunt, “No way,” with a look that says he’s already decided the conversation is over. You can tell that he’s genuinely baffled by the idea. Why on earth would he willingly let someone rip out his hair for no reason? The whole concept just doesn’t compute with him, especially when it’s not going to help him train or fight better.

If you push the idea a little further, maybe teasing him about how even the toughest swordsmen could benefit from smooth skin, he’d probably snap back with something like, “Why would I let someone rip my hair out for no reason?” There’s a hint of irritation in his voice, as if the whole suggestion is almost offensive to his sensibilities. Zoro’s the type who lives by practicality—if it doesn’t make him stronger or help him achieve his goals, it’s not worth his time.

The only way you’re getting Zoro to agree to waxing is if he’s somehow backed into a corner with no other way out. Maybe he lost a bet after one too many drinks, or someone bribed him with a stash of rare alcohol. Or maybe, just maybe, he’s doing it to shut someone up—most likely Sanji, who’s probably been teasing him nonstop about being too scared to go through with it. Even in that case, though, Zoro would make it crystal clear that this isn’t his idea of fun.

When he finally agrees, it’s with an irritated sigh and a muttered, “This better be quick,” as if he’s about to endure some grueling, unnecessary challenge. You can almost feel the weight of his reluctance hanging in the air, and he’s definitely giving you a look that says he’s only doing this because he has no other choice. It’s a rare moment, almost like spotting an endangered species in the wild—Zoro, the one who faces down powerful enemies without flinching, is now about to endure the ultimate test of patience.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and you know it. Getting Zoro to sit still for something as non-essential as waxing is nothing short of a miracle, so you best not let it slip through your fingers. It’s clear that he’s mentally preparing himself, as if this is just another battle to get through—one that he’s determined to endure but not exactly thrilled about.

Like Luffy, Zoro has zero patience when it comes to things that waste his time, and waxing is no exception. The moment the process begins, you can practically feel the impatience and irritation radiating off him. As soon as you start heating the wax or doing any kind of prep work, Zoro’s already showing signs of frustration. He’s tapping his foot, arms crossed tightly over his chest, and scowling as if the entire process is some sort of personal insult.

“Is this really necessary?” He’d grumble under his breath, casting a sharp glance your way as if daring you to say otherwise. Unlike Luffy, who would probably be whining and fidgeting, Zoro’s complaints are more subdued but no less pointed. He’s the type to internalize his frustration, letting it out in low, growly mutters and the occasional heavy sigh. The whole thing feels like an unnecessary distraction to him—one that’s taking way too long for his liking. Still, he’s not backing down.

Every minute that passes just adds to his annoyance. He’ll let out a groan every time you mention there’s another step or that the wax isn’t quite ready yet. The delay is clearly getting on his nerves, and you can tell that if it were up to him, he’d already be done and back to his training. But instead, he’s stuck here, enduring this tedious process with nothing but his grumbles and scowls to show for it.

When the wax is finally applied, Zoro’s expression remains as stone-faced as ever. There’s no way he’d let anyone see that he’s uncomfortable, especially over something like this. He sits there with a cold, indifferent look, acting as if the warm wax is just another insignificant obstacle in his day.

He’s not scared—Zoro doesn’t do scared. He’s just getting himself ready for the moment you rip off that first strip. It’s like he’s preparing for a fight—not with an enemy, but with the sharp sting he knows is coming. His eyes narrow slightly as the wax hardens, and you can almost see the gears turning in his head, calculating the best way to endure this new form of discomfort.

When you finally rip off that first strip, Zoro doesn’t scream, flinch, or give you the satisfaction of seeing him react. He’s been through far worse than this, and he’s not about to let something as small as waxing get the better of him. The sting is sharp and sudden, but Zoro just grits his teeth, his jaw clenching ever so slightly as he breathes out in a slow, controlled manner. That’s the only sign you get that he even felt it.

As more strips are applied and ripped off, Zoro’s irritation steadily grows—not because of the pain but because of the sheer, mind-numbing repetition of it all. For someone who thrives on action and hates being idle, this process is torture in its own right. The longer he has to sit still, the more his patience wears thin. You can see it in the way his brow furrows and the slight twitch in his jaw as he tries to keep his frustration in check.

“How much longer is this going to take?” he finally asks, his tone laced with impatience. There’s no mistaking the edge in his voice; he’s clearly reaching the end of his rope. His gaze flickers down to his still very hairy legs, and you can practically feel the silent judgment radiating off of him. It’s as if he’s questioning every decision that led him to this moment, where he’s stuck sitting through what feels like an endless ordeal.

A long, loud silence hangs in the air as your eyes trace over the hair still covering his legs. This is obviously going to take a very long time. But as you glance back at Zoro, the last thing you want to do is push him over the edge. With a small, reassuring smile and eyes that do their best to hide the truth, you muster up your most convincing tone and say, “Not long.” You know you’re lying through your teeth, but hey, it’s for the sake of Zoro’s sanity.

But despite the mounting irritation gnawing at him, Zoro wouldn’t back down or even think about asking to stop. Once he’s committed to something, no matter how trivial or annoying, he sees it through to the bitter end. His stubbornness is practically legendary, and there’s no way he’d let something as simple as waxing break his resolve. The idea of quitting? Not even on his radar. Zoro isn’t about to give anyone the satisfaction of thinking he can’t handle it.

Besides, he knows for a fact that if he even hinted at tapping out, Sanji would never let him live it down. The thought of that smug blonde cook mocking him is enough to keep Zoro going, his pride and stubbornness fueling him through every irritating strip. So he toughs it out with grit in his jaw and steel in his eyes.

Once the waxing ordeal is finally over, Zoro will act as though it is no big deal. There wouldn’t be any complaints or mentions of pain—he’d simply brush it off with his usual nonchalance. “Done already?” he might say, as if the whole thing was just a minor inconvenience, nothing worth talking about.

Internally, though, Zoro would feel a wave of relief wash over him. He’d never say it out loud, but he’s glad it’s over. The thought of sitting through another round of that repetitive, irritating process? No, thank you. He’s more than ready to move on to something that actually matters—like getting in some serious training, polishing his swords, or finding the nearest sunny spot on the ship for a well-deserved nap.

Even if his skin is red and irritated afterward, Zoro wouldn’t show the slightest sign of discomfort. He’d carry on with his day like nothing happened, even if the soreness lingers with every move he makes. To anyone who might notice the redness and dare to ask how he’s feeling, he’d give them a simple, “I’m fine,” in that gruff, no-nonsense tone that shuts down any further questioning.

Don’t even think about suggesting that he try it again. Zoro’s already made up his mind—this was a one-time thing, and there’s no chance he’s ever doing it again. Once was more than enough, and he doesn’t see any reason to put himself through that kind of hassle a second time. If you’re ever brave enough to suggest it in the future, you’ll be met with a hard glare and a flat, uncompromising “no.” There’s no room for negotiation in that tone.

From that moment on, Zoro will subtly avoid any situation where waxing could possibly come up again. If he hears the word “waxing” in passing conversation, he won’t even acknowledge it; he’ll just walk away without a word, his mind already moving on to more important matters. The crew might chuckle about it behind his back, but Zoro doesn’t care. As far as he’s concerned, this is one experience he’s leaving firmly in the past. He literally wants nothing to do with wax ever again.

My girl is a seasoned veteran when it comes to waxing. She’s practically a walking encyclopedia on the subject, knowing all the different types of waxes, which ones are best for specific skin types, and which methods give the smoothest results. She could probably run a beauty salon in her sleep if she wanted to, though she’d charge a hefty fee for it. With all that being said, when you bring up the idea of a waxing session, she’s more than ready to jump on board. She’s no stranger to grooming and self-care; in fact, it’s something she prioritizes.

When the waxing begins, Nami is completely relaxed. She’s no stranger to this, and her confidence shines through. She'll engage in casual conversation with you, keeping the atmosphere light and friendly. However, despite her composed demeanor, she can’t entirely shake the anticipation of the pain that’s about to come.

The thought of wax strips being ripped off makes her just a little bit edgy. To ease her nerves, she might ask, “You’ve done this before, right?” The question comes out half-joking, but there’s an underlying need for reassurance. Whether you decide to tease her or not is up to you, but be careful—you might end up on the receiving end of her temper for playing with her like that.

She knows waxing isn’t exactly a painless experience, so she prepares herself mentally. When the first strip is pulled off, she might exhale sharply, but she won’t scream or cause a scene. Instead, she’ll bite her lip and maybe squint her eyes briefly before quickly regaining her composure. “That was nothing,” she’ll mutter, partly to herself, determined to get through the session with as little fuss as possible.

Throughout the waxing process, Nami would keep the atmosphere light and breezy, effortlessly weaving a stream of witty commentary to distract herself from the sting and keep things fun. “You know, I’ve had marines chasing me who were less painful than this,” she might say with a smirk, her voice steady despite the sharp tugs on her skin.

If Luffy or another crewmate happened to wander by during the session, Nami wouldn’t miss the chance to throw a playful jab their way. “Hey Luffy, I bet you’d cry like a baby if you tried this,” she’d tease, knowing full well that Luffy’s curiosity (and his competitive nature) would probably lead him to try it just to prove her wrong. Honestly, that might be how you got him to sit down for waxing in the first place.

But despite the jokes and banter, Nami wouldn’t let the conversation stray too far from the task at hand. She’s someone who can multitask like a pro, keeping up a lively chat while making sure you’re following the process correctly. “So have you ever tried sugaring? It’s less harsh on the skin,” she might ask casually, as if you’re both just having a normal conversation over tea rather than ripping hair out by the roots.

For the most part, though, the two of you would be chatting away like it was just another day. Nami’s not the type to let a little pain faze her, and she’d take the opportunity to catch up, swap stories, or maybe even get the latest gossip from you.

Once the waxing is done, Nami will pause to admire the results, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she runs her fingers over her freshly smooth skin. “Now this is what I’m talking about,” she’d say with a pleased smile, clearly impressed with how everything turned out. Any lingering redness or irritation wouldn’t phase her in the slightest; she’d already have some soothing lotion on hand, applying it with the practiced ease of someone who’s been through this routine many times before.

After making sure everything’s perfect, she’d flash you a grin. “You did a great job,” she’d say, a hint of genuine appreciation in her tone. And because she’s not one to keep something good to herself, she’d probably hold out her leg toward you with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Go ahead, feel how smooth they are,” she’d encourage, clearly eager to show off just how soft her skin is now.

But just when you thought you were in the clear, happily basking in the relief that Nami enjoyed the waxing session despite the occasional sting, Nami gives you a smile—one of those sweet, too-innocent ones that immediately puts you on edge. Before you can even process what’s happening, Nami turns to you with that sweet, knowing smile of hers, holding up the waxing materials like a challenge. “Your turn!” she announces cheerfully, and it dawns on you that things are far from over.

ﾟ｡ ₍ ꙳⸌ ♡ BONUS ♡⸍ ꙳ ₎ ｡ﾟ

You blink, momentarily dumbfounded. “Wait, what? Nami, no, I’m good. Really. I’m totally fine.” But she’s not hearing any of it. “Come on, we’re going to have matching smooth legs! It’ll be fun!”

“Fun for who?” You protest, trying to back away as she advances with the wax strips. “Nami, seriously, I think I’ll pass. I’m more of a ‘keep my hair’ kind of person.”

“Oh, come on,” Nami insists, her smile widening as she edges closer. “It’s not that bad! We’re gonna match—smooth legs for everyone!”

You try to squirm out of it, but Nami’s determination is as solid as the Thousand Sunny itself. “Nami, please, we can talk about this! I’ll give you all my berries, or maybe I can wax someone else for you!”

“Not a chance,” she grins. “You’ve already committed. Now hold still!” Before you know it, she’s expertly applying the wax, and your protests turn into frantic pleas. “Nami, come on, let’s not do anything rash.”

“Too late!” she chirps as she preps the first strip. “You’re going to love this.”

“NAMI, WAIT—!”

With a swift motion, Nami rips off the first strip, and in that instant, you feel a jolt of fiery pain shoot through your leg. It’s like your soul has just been forcibly evicted from your body.

“AARRRRGHHHH!” The scream that escapes your lips is loud, raw, and absolutely blood-curdling. It echoes through the entire ship, startling birds from nearby trees and probably sending some poor marine scrambling for cover somewhere in the distance.

The rest of the crew pauses mid-task as they hear your shriek of horror.

“Sounds like someone’s having a rough time,” Zoro comments, raising an eyebrow but not moving from his spot.

“Are they… Are they torturing someone in there?” Usopp asks, wide-eyed.

But before anyone can even think of rushing to your aid, Nami’s calm, reassuring voice rings out, though it’s almost drowned out by your continued screams of agony. “It’s fine, it’s fine! Everything’s under control!” she calls, her tone as soothing as someone trying to calm a wild animal. “Just a little waxing!”

Inside the room, you’re practically convulsing, clutching your leg with a mix of horror and disbelief. “Nami…that was—ow—absolutely brutal! I think I’m dying!” Nami’s smile is as bright as ever as she pats your shoulder encouragingly. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic. It isn’t that bad, just a little sting!”

The second strip is suddenly torn off, and you let out another soul-piercing scream that echoes throughout the entire ship. The sound is so loud and terrifying that even the fish swimming under the Thousand Sunny probably stop dead in their tracks.

Meanwhile, outside, the crew is collectively wincing with every scream you let out. “Maybe we should just let them handle it,” Robin suggests with a small smile, knowing better than to get in Nami’s way.

“Yeah, good luck to them,” Franky adds, cringing as another scream reverberates through the air.

Luffy, who’s lounging nearby, tilts his head and grins. “Hey, maybe they’ll have smooth legs like me!”

Back in the room, you’re gripping the sides of your seat, your knuckles white as you endure yet another strip being pulled off. “Nami, this has to be illegal in at least ten countries!”

“Relax, you’re doing great!” Nami reassures you, her voice as chipper as ever, even as you let out another ear-splitting shriek. “Just a few more and we’ll be done!”

“Just a few more?!” you practically wail, but it’s no use.

The crew collectively decides that maybe it’s best not to check in on you just yet. After all, they know better than to interfere when Nami’s on a mission.

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THIS ASSHOLE

Mattheo is Y/ns older brothers best friend, they have a frenemie relationship since Y/n got over *not really* over hed crush on him

MATTHEO X Y/N (LOVERS)

WARNING: fingering, smut, cursing, degrading

"Bye" the fourth guy who had come up to Y/n during luch period said after she had rejected him.

It was her 6th year, and suddenly every girl hated her ofcourse not her two amazing best friends and every guy wanted her.

She hadnt really changed thay much she onlu improved her style and got rid of her glasses (btw i love people with glasses) by getting contacts.

"Why cant you just say you're not interested by other guys cause you alreadt have someone on your mind?" Astoria, one of your best friends since 1st year when you 'Accidentaly' spilled a smoothy over a girl who was making fun of her for not being a pureblood slytherin said as your other best friends Pansy agreeded.

"Cause i dont like anyone else and i dont want to use a boy as excuse to not date" she said before almoat choking on her food when Cerdric the huflepuff most popular guy scared her by accident.

"Hey, Y/n, i wanted to ask if you wanted to go to hog-"

"She's taken" Pansy said as earned a glare from Y/n before the girl turned to Cedric with an apologetic smile.

"Sorry"

"No its okey" the boy said before walking away.

"I hate you, i hate your kids and your grandkids" Y/n said to Pansy annoyed before leaving to her dorm to unpack her stuff.

It was late, she had 15 minutes till curfew so she decided to run really quick to her brother as she found his uniform that he was looking for.

"Theo" she said knocking on the door and he opened and his whole friend group said hi to the girl.

"What are you wearing" Theo scolded as the girl rolled her eyes placing his uniform on the bed as he refered to her black shorts nearly visable under her oversized shirt and her slippers.

"Im leaving"

"Cover up" he said annoyed at her.

"Ill walk her, make sure nothing happens" A boy spoke, more like Mattheo who Y/n used to have a huge crush on and also her brothers best friends so she knew she never stood a chance.

"Fine" Theo said ruffling the girls hair before sushing them out.

The walk was okey, quiet for the first few minutes but soon they talked again after Mattheo had cracked a joke about the shirt Y/n was wearing.

"Where you get the shirt" he had asked.

"Oh you know it was a gift"

"Well whoever gave you that had an amazing style" he joked placing his hands in the pocket.

"Its okey"

"Okey?? My style is great" he said faking an offended look as one of his hand fell to his chest.

"Yeah yeah" the girl stoped when she got a notification on her phone looking at it.

"You good?" Mattheo asked her and she nodded.

"Just Pansy, she told Cedric that im dating someone, now she is just sending me random boys to try and get to be my boyfriend since she overheard Cedric thinking it was fake" Y/n explained before typing a no to Pansy when she saw Comrac who was not only aftet her since 3rd year but also a totak creep.

"Do you tho" he asked.

"Do i what" she asked still looking at her phone as she was explaining to Pansy she would rather date Hagrids dog that Comrac.

"Dating anyone"

Y/n couldnt help but laugh half true and half convince herself that her imagination of dating Mattheo was over a long time ago.

"Have you seen the rats that go to this school?"she asked looking at him, suddenly feeling small under Mattheos gaze.

"Y/n?" Aris who had to round the halls to make sure noone is out asked suddenly.

"Hi, Aris" she said " sorry we are out this late its just that"

"Dont excuse yourself its cool, by the way do you maybe want to go"

"She's busy dude" Mattheo said placing a hand over Y/ns shoulder making the boys excuse himself amd leave with no second though.

Mattheo smirked but it droped when Y/n smacked his hand.

"Ow" he said.

"How dare you, you know you cant just"

"Cant what?" He asked steping closer to her.

"Scare away every boy that talks to me, you know you have been doing this since 3rd year with Theodore its so- " she pulled looking for the word when Mattheo leaned down their faces inches apart.

"Its called caring"

"Its called being annoying" she said steping back and going away from him.

"Y/n, c'mon dont be like that" he said callinh out for her.

Y/n raised her hand flashing him her middle finger as she walked away earning a chuckle from the boy.

TWO DAYS LATER

Y/n pressed on Mattheos number on her phone, very much annoyed and ready to have a screaming match after Daniel, a boy from Ravenclaw, suddenly stood her up yesterday.

She was sad all day, talking with her brother when suddenly he sliped and exposrd his friend.

"I just dont understand" the girl sniffled as she layed in her bed, her neat hair now messy, her masscera running down her cheeks as she sat in her bed drowning her sadnes in icecream while Theodore comforted her.

"Look, if he stood you up, he probably an idiot or at least more of an idiot than you" he said recieving a death glare from Y/n as she agresivly stabed the ice cream with a spoon " okey sorry but i mean-"

"Nope you're right, i shouldnt have trusted him to like me"

"Nope, its code red, you said im right" he said placing a hand on her forhead askinh if she is sicm or anything.

Y/n laughed at her brother her smile making him smile as well.

"There she is"

"Thanks bro"

"Hey hey, im your big bro and you are my lil sis no matter how old we get, or how much of an asshole Matthep can be scaring sweet old Danny"

"What?" Y/n asked feeling her blood boiling at what her brother said.

"Yes, princess" Mattheos voice sounded godly over the phone but Y/n was angry.

"HOW DARE YOU SCARE DANIEL AWAY?" She yelled over the phone.

"Yelling much" he stated " look he plays girls like quiditch, stoped you from making a mistake"

"Yeah well i would have liked to make that mistake my self, you what Mattheo"

"What?"

"The days of you controling my life are over"

Mattheo smirked only imagening the girl screaming this was while she was under him, nope he cant think like that, that was his best friends sister.

"Yeah, we'll ses about that" he stated before pressing the red button and droping the phone call while Y/n screamed at him.

Two weeks had passed and Y/n has went out of her skin to avoid Mattheo at all cost.

It went from being the last in the class and the first out of it, taking konger routes just to not meet the boy in the hallway.

Matthep had noticed it, tried talking to her during the first week as they had three classes together.

Just whem Y/n got used to her new lifestyle profesor Snape happen.

"And finaly, Y/n and Mattheo will work about love spells, love potions and all things considered in that major"

"Wait what no, he is an asshole" Y/n protested making Mattheo scoff.

"Well this asshole is now your buddy" the profesor said making Y/n slouch in her chair.

After a few hours Y/n was in the library looking for book about their theme.

Y/n was reaching for a book on one of the higher shelfs when she felt someone press against her taking the book she was reaching for as she silently cursed herself when she realised who was behind her as she slowly turned around not looking at him but atempting to leave but she gasped when he grabed the shelf next to her head stoping her in her tracks.

"Hi, Y/n" he said leaning in his hand to see her face better.

"Heyy, Mattheo, how you been?" She said as she tried to make a convo with him to get out of the situation.

"Pretty good, taking the fact that one girl has been avoiding me" he said

"What? I havent been, i mean who would avoid you" the girl said " ill just " she tried moving his hand but to no avail his hand barely moved.

Y/n turned to face the book shelf her forhead leaning on the shelf her eyes closed as she whined out loud earning a sush from the librarian so she yelled out sorry.

Mattheo chuckled a bit placing the book on some other books.

Y/n reached for the book but Matthep grabed her hand.

"You wanna get out?" He asked earning a nod from her.

He felt her breath hitch when he leaned in kissing hed hand before moving closer to her ear he smirked a bit when he saw saw the flush on hed cheeks " then you gotta talk to me" he said before Y/n turned her head a bit meeting his brown eyes cursing herself when she realised she would never or at leasf any time soon be over the 'silly' little crush on Mattheo.

Mattheo smiled at hed as he turned her over.

"Why are you avoiding me princes?" He asked.

Truth be told she didnt know, she thought maybe cause she was mad but now she realised that she avoided him to avoid her feelings.

"I-um well you see- i um was just, we really gotta start this project " she spoke as she tried walking away again.

She knew she had to get out herself as they were in the locked session where she begged to be let in.

"Nuh uh" he said going closer to her as she felt the pool in her underwear.

"Matt"

"Hmm?" He asked

She gasped grabing on to his upper arms when she felt his fingers dance on her inner thigh.

She followed his movements with her eyes as he got on his knees a smirk on his face whike he looks up at her.

She moved her hand to his shoudler on to be stoped as he grabed her hands placing them next to her.

He lifted her skirt a little before pulling her white laced panties down he looked at them amd examened how she looked as he tucked her skirt up by the belt so it wouldnt fall.

Y/n felt small under him as she tried to cover herself ip suddenly feeling shy and insecure.

He sighed and closed his eyes before getting up looking at her.

"Turn around" he said and she did while Mattheo took his tie off placing both her hands behind her back and tying them together before turning her around.

He looked at her, looking at her blouse.

"Can i?" He asked and she nodded " use your words"

"Yes" with that he began undoing her blouse the non stap white bra caught his attention as he pulled her shirt off till her wrists.

Her hands behind her made her chest pop out as he undid her bra it falling on the ground.

He kissed her roughly before pulling back and steping away from her looking at her.

He had imagened this a thousand times.

Her hair neat, hed lipstick speared, going lower her chest bare, nipples perked up as hed hand were tied behind her back.

The bottom of her skirt was tucked at the waistband of her skirt revieling her freshly shaved pussy, as her juices made it glossy, some even driping down her legs as she stood in her black heels that didnt make her even close to be his height.

He steped closer his hands going to her hips as he moved closer to her.

"I may or may not have scared the boys away cause ive been madly in love witj you for the past 3 years" he whispered as she looked up at him.

"I-"

"Dont say anything, let me show you what no other man can do for you" he said falling to his knees slaping hee thighs lightly for her to open her legs and with no second thought his mouth was on her clit, sucking and licking as his fingeres toyed with hed folds.

After few minutes after he felt her legs shake he got up inserting 2 fingers in her entrance, kissing her roughly as he held her up.

He felt her juices leak in his hands the white mixture of her pleasure on his fingers when he pulled them out, stoping the kiss.

He ran the cum covered fingers over her lips before bringing her to her knees before placing the fingeres into her mouth and ordering her to suck.

The sight was unbearable, her lips around his fingers her doe eyes looking up at him, her legs spread by his feet while shw mindlesly tried do rub against air needing more.

He chucklsd as he looked at her, her drool driping on her chest, her masscera stained, her lipstic as well while she mindlesly sucked on his fingers, her legs spread as she was desprate to get more so she rubed against air.

He pulled his fingers out, pulling her hair back as he squated ths same level as her.

"Did you plan on getting fucked, i mean you look so pathetic, like a whore" he said " but dont worry darling, ill take care of you, you are mine afterall, do you want more" he asked.

She right away said yes, making him chuckle as he lifted her up a little while getting the book he previously had in hand placing it under her cunt.

"Do your work, princess" he didnt have to say it even as the minute she felf something on hed clit she rubbed in no time the book was coated in white fluid as Mattheo kissed her thsi time gently while untying her hands

He pulled her fo him, using his wand to teleport them away to her dorm, him laying her down.

"I love you, my good girl" he said.

"I love you too"

THE NEXT DAY

"You wanna go out" a random boy asked her again.

"No, i have a boyfriend" she said loud enough to catch Mattheos attention as she kept an eye contact with him.

"Girll, tell-"

"Dont you see" Pansy cut Astoria off showing that the girl was looking at Mattheo.

#mattheo x you #mattheo riddle x reader #hp x reader

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aleksanderscult · 10 months ago

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Why do you hate Mal?

(TW!: verbal abuse! slut shaming! alcoholism!)

Well, long story short, he's a huge dick.

I could write three long metas about his toxicity and why I dislike him but I don't want to tire my fingers for him. 😑

Maybe because of his slut-shaming behaviour?

Oh and what is this? Ah yes, Mal being angry that Alina found happiness away from him:

I'm so sorry Mal that Alina wasn't tortured so you could feel okay. I'm so sorry that she didn't feel insecure enough to run back in your arms, needing you and depending on you like you always wanted for her.

You know, that's the thing with Mal. He did nothing to Alina.

Not when his "friend" was mocking her appearance (and yes this is serious for me because I too have a very thin body and people from my own family have mocked me for it. So it's no joke).

Not when she was apparently sad that he fucked around girls knowing that she knew.

He did literally nothing until Alina wanted to fuck the Darkling and showed interest for him.

(slut shaming her even here)

From then on he ✨magically✨ noticed her out of nowhere and he said that "now I see you".

BULLSHIT!!

According to Mal, it's okay if he fucks girls every other night but it's not okay when Alina wants to do it with a man that....I don't know. Supported her power and abilities maybe?

And he seems constantly so concerned that she has fucked him that he apparently doesn't care if she's truly okay.

What a normal person would say to Alina: "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? I'm sorry you had to go through this."

What Mal said to Alina: "FUCK TORTURE! DID HE FUCK YOU BY ANY CHANCE?!?!"

He's so unserious FR

That's his only concern. If Alina likes or fucked the Darkling (sometimes I wish she had done the latter just so I could see Mal's face after it).

Also! He's an extraordinary bad influence for Alina and her confidence! 😍

A few minutes ago, Alina decided to return to the Little Palace to lead. To do the right thing and stand in this war.

And now we have Mal threaten her: "If you go, I might not follow!!"

And that shattered Alina's confidence. Now she feels ashamed ("maybe he doesn't want me", "maybe he'll leave me") and after that passage when Mal exits the tent, Alina starts thinking "What am I doing? I'm no soldier, or Saint. How will I make it?"

Mal is an influence that constantly wears her down emotionally by making her doubt herself, making her have guilts and making her thoughts come back to him constantly ('cause he's always "What about me?? Think of me!! Look at how shit I feel!!").

Again, he makes the whole matter revolve around him.

There is a civil war ongoing and Mal is like "Okay, but what about me, Alina??!!?!"

LIKE BRO NOBODY GIVES TWO SHITS ABOUT YOU!! THERE ARE PEOPLE DYING HERE!!

And another toxic trait of his. Apparently, if a woman says "no" to him, it's unacceptable:

(The first passage is when Mal tried to kiss her but Alina saw the Darkling behind his back and the second one is when Alina saw Mal kissing Zoya, btw)

He gets angry for the fact that Alina withdrew from his attempted kiss. And apparently he "knows what that means" because every girl he had ever kissed was willing to him.

I'm sorry, Mal, for the fact that a girl changed her mind at the last minute.

If a girl changes her mind, then you must respect that. Not shout at her. NO MEANS NO, MAL.

Mal is that type of guy that throws you in bed, you kiss him and all, and at the last minute when you change your mind and don't want to go for it (for whatever reason the girl might have of course) he gets angry and says "BUT YOU SAID "YES" TWO MINUTES AGO!!!"

He gives me the ick for real, guys.

And, of course, his fury for Alina's power and status. Because, since she gained them, she's no longer depended on him.

Yes, people. Mal wanted to take out a piece of her soul essentially, so he could have her! Romantic!! 🤩🤩

Also, the fact that he was constantly looking like shit in S&S because he was drunk every night is also selfish of him. Mal was Alina's personal guard and protector. One of her three closest ones. By doing this, by having this behaviour, he gives a VERY bad image to Alina.

Imagine what the nobles would think if they saw him this way. The power of image is everything. Nikolai knew it. The Darkling knew it. Even Alina came to know it. By having one of your protectors drinking heavily all night, get into fights and look like shit makes Alina feel embarrassed for the image she gives to the other people. And she was actually in a very delicate position at that time, because she had to gain the trust of the King, his counselors and nobles. Mal should know better than embarrassing her.

Imagine if you were in a high position for the first time in your life, trying to make an impression so everything could go alright and, in the meanwhile, your guardian walks around drunk.

This is not good. In today's world, they fire such people from their work.

And all these bullshit from him in R&R saying "I told stories of you from your childhood so they could see the real Alina" is also bullshit. Bitch, if you wanted to do something good, look respectable for the part. If you want to cry and drink kvas 24/7 then resign, lock yourself up and do it. Don't embarrass your boss.

Also, Bardugo had said that after S&S she received a lot of negative comments about Mal's character. So it's no wonder she made him suddenly all "good" in R&R. She wanted to give reasons to the readers to like him and support his eventual marriage with Alina.

Anyways, I know people will say that the Darkling was no better but, guys...

This is not a competition. Of who is better or worse.

And just like another person had once said in this fandom "The Darkling represents a fairytale character while Mal reminds you of every jerk you've met in your life"

And it's a perfect quote to describe them.

The Darkling is the type of guy we all fall in love in fiction. A fantastical character that does bad deeds but still you swoon over.

While Mal is that asshole you met in high school treating you like shit. That boy you were seeing in corridors flirting with every girl he saw and being a fuckboy. That relationship you had that undermined your value.

Mal is a character that hits very close at home for the readers (with his actions and personality).

This post about him and M*lina explains my thoughts perfectly.

Go read it when you can, guys. It's an incredible mini meta.

#fuck that man #reminds me of a relationship my sister had with an asshole #so his character really hits close at home for me too #FUCK! HIM!#the Darkling should be redeemed by the very fact that he wanted to kill M*l #Aleksander + the readers 🤝 wanting to obliterate M*l's ass #anti mal oretsev #anti mal #anti malina #grishaverse #shadow and bone #siege and storm #ruin and rising #grishaverse trilogy #alina starkov #the darkling #pro darkling #aleksander morozova #pro aleksander morozova

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okiankeno · 5 months ago

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2 Truths 1 Lie Reveal:

TDLR: option 3 was my lie! The first love letter I did lose and never opened until 3 years later (funnily enough, this was from the academic rival's best friend btw) but my second letter, from a girl I knew, I opened right away after finding it. Hence, I lied.

If you would like to learn more about me and the stories behind the options I picked for myself, they're under keep reading!

Most of Smoshblr voted for option two, which everyone dubbed Wattpad fanfic adjacent. It happened lol. I have a long explanation in response to @unknownteapot that I will reiterate here with some edits:

The academic rival was a guy I had a 'crush' on in grade 6 (my last year of elementary school in Canada). I say 'crush' in quotations bc I didn't understand the concept of sexual attraction or romance until the year after. Before understanding sexuality and attraction, I thought that picking the smartest person in the class would make me fall in love or something (spoiler alert: not really). We were compared a lot to each other as overachievers because of the extracurriculars like music and sports that we did, but I never thought we were rivals outside of school.

He and I were pretty good friends too, we ended up going to different junior highs (grades 7-9) but we texted and emailed each other every so often to keep in contact. The summer before high school started, he sent me a flurry of texts pretty much saying "Please go to x school with me, if you do we can date each other" (as if that was like a cool reward for going to the same school as him like??)

He is a nice guy but it was weird to me. He knew that I had a 'crush' on him years ago because I either told him or my best friend told him I can't remember tbh. I have no idea if he liked me tbh it just came out of the blue but what do I know, I miss flirtatious cues a lot so 😔😭😣 oh, and if you are wondering, I did not take up his offer because I thought it was really weird, plus I didn't have feelings for him.

Option one, stopping foreplay because of a joke that I never told my girlfriend? This too, is true.

My girlfriend and I took edibles before nightfall and when I'm high is that I get very bubbly and it's super easy for me to laugh. Additionally, it's very easy for me to get locked in on intimacy — so that's how I found myself in my girlfriend's bed, you know, bodies pressed together (there's a slew of other effects, but these are most integral to this story). But as I was touching her I could not stop thinking about how funny yet unsexy it would be if I cracked a joke. And this thought just kept repeating over and over in my head making me giggle and then into full-blown laughter. So naturally, sexytime had to come to a halt. She asked me what was going on and I told her, "I kept thinking about how funny but unsexy it would be if I made a joke right now," to which she asked, "What was the joke?"

There was no joke, just me laughing in anticipation of potentially making one during sex. Really lame, I know. I ended up getting frustrated at myself for a few minutes (my girlfriend comforted me with, "We don't have to do this right now if you're not in the mood") while we paused but then I locked in and got to home base.

Option 3, unopened love letters! This is my lie! These stories have a lot of sadness carried with them, so if you don't like hearing about heartbreak, prepare yourself!

The first letter, Valentine's Day, I'm the only gal that gets one from this guy. I misplaced it in my bedroom in one of my books and didn't find it again until I deep-cleaned my room three years later. I open it, it's a card that tells me about how cool I am and is filled with Naruto drawings (I doodled a lot of anime characters in class) and a $20 bill. $20 is a lot for an elementary school kid! So, yeah, I missed that signal. My best friend at the time even said to me on the bus home, "Oh I think [guy's name] likes you," and I went hm yeah interesting, not interested (I didn't care for or understand romance at the time - this was grade 6).

Second letter: An anonymously signed love letter was found in my locker in May, a month before I graduated high school. I opened it immediately because I wasn't gonna have a repeat of missing a confession from someone. It's typed in Times New Roman, and signed with an uppercase 'L'. It's from someone I knew because of the details included in the letter. They wanted to confess to me before we graduated but didn't have the courage to do so in person.

I spent a week trying to figure out who this could be, and unfortunately for me, I pegged down the wrong person, someone I had an ongoing crush on for 5 years since junior high, and wrote a letter to him. He reads it. He says it's not from him and he doesn't like me. I'm heartbroken and baffled.

Almost immediately after conversing with my crush, I knew who it was from: the girl who sat beside me in my physics class for the past year. Her last name started with an L, but I never thought it was her, because her words, to me, in the context of my delusional crush on a guy, sounded like him. So in my heartbreak, I write her an emotional reply letter overnight, bringing the one I wrote for my crush as well, and approach her at lunch break.

It's a sunny day, two weeks have passed since getting the letter in my locker, and I bring her to the end of a busy open hallway. She's sitting on the concrete floor, I'm standing above her, letters in hand; everything is bright, but I know the next thirty minutes will be anything but naught. I opened the conversation by telling her I received her letter and by mistake, thought it was from someone else. I let her read the letters. She starts crying, and I do too — she's a very sweet girl and my friend. A teacher walks by and asks if we are OK, and we both are sobbing, saying, "Yeah." We do not look ok.

I felt soo shitty, having heartbroken her heart from my heartbreak, and she tells me she has to write a math exam after this. I still cringe thinking about this story to this day because it fucked me up emotionally and I couldn't sleep right for the rest of the summer. Anyway, I think about the experience and think I could make a Webtoon about it and it probably would pop off because a high school love triangle that's unrequited on all ends? Pain.

Anyways thanks for coming to my story time 🫠✌️

#smoshblrtwotruths #if you reached the bottom of this post thank you for your time #i can take questions or comments in the asks or dm's LOL feel free to talk to me im not scary i promise #fiery rambles

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normal-internet-user · 2 years ago

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I imagine the turtles’ nibbling being very smart growing up, imagine if they get accepting to an out of state Ivy League college and has to be gone for long periods of time. Like the turtles are super proud but also nervous and sad that they’re not with their little angel. Also Donnie having zoom calls to help them study that his brothers “help” with so they can talk to them.

NO CAUSE LIKE THAT'S LITERALLY HOW IT WOULD GO-

The second they find out their little nibling (the gender neutral term for neice or nephew btw) is leaving for college, tears all around.

So here's some little headcanons on what I think their reactions would be-

Mikey:

"Wait, you're leaving? Like, leaving New York?"

"Yeah, I got accepted into (college name)!"

"I mean that's great and all, but like, how long will you be gone?"

"I'm not sure, but I'll visit during breaks and stuff. I'm not leaving forever."

*Cue hysterical sobbing and the biggest bear hug of your life*

Donnie:

"You got accepted? Really?"

"Yeah! First semester starts in a few months."

"I'm so proud of you!!"

*Then he'll hug you while he gushes through tears of joy about how much his little genius has grown*

Leo:

"I mean, I'm proud of you for getting accepted, that's awsome, but are you sure you'll be safe?"

"I'll be fine! I learned to protect myself from the best teacher out there."

"Well thanks, I guess I did-"

"Not you, Uncle, I'm talking about Gramps."

"Oh-"

Raph:

"WHAT!? No way, you're joking right? You're joking?"

"Nope, not joking, I leave in afew months actually."

"But you'll be so far away, how will I know if you're ok??"

"Are you- are you crying..?"

"NO- it's just my allergies."

The video April took of the day you left is literally just your uncles clinging to you while they cry about how quickly you grew up. Casey's sobbing in the backround and April is laughing so fucking hard-

Can you imagine doing like a group assignment and you get the 100th call from your uncles "just checking in"?

Like, "Hello, yes I'm fine. nothing has changed since you called me two minutes ago."

They call you so often that your roommate wonders why they never visit with your parents, and you have to be like "Oh, it's complicated!"

That's so fucking funny-

#normie rambles #normie writes #tmnt x reader #tmnt #x reader #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016

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galexiee · 2 years ago

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Chilly night.

Hotch x Reader (anyone)

I could possibly make this another part btw hehe. hope u enjoy xx.

Word count: 1.3k

TW: physical abuse. And lovey dovey shit.

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It was a cold chilly day but the sun was beaming bright and warm. A few days ago, you had gotten dumped by your ex because they just ‘fell out of love’ but you knew it was because your job was your number one priority and they could never understand that. It was for the best though because they were starting to get a bit physical and hit you a few times. You never told the team because you they’d get involved and you didn’t need that right now. All you need though is a little compassion and you are in need to feel loved.

“Hey y/n are you okay?” JJ asked. “Yeah of course, it’s just a bit drafty in here”. “No worries y/n, I’ll just the window” Garcia said with a smile. You smiled back as a way of thanking her. JJ nodded and proceeded to talk about the case in the round table room. We’re alongside Hotch, Rossi, Emily, Spencer, Garcia, and Morgan. “Okay wheels up in 20” Hotch said.

We landed in Maine and a sudden burst of wind swept the team. “Fuck its cold” Emily joked around. “Language Prentiss” Hotch said sternly. “Whoops sorry” Emily said while Morgan laughed at her. “Shut up Morgan” Emily snapped. “Prentiss?!” “Sorry Hotch”.

Throughout the investigation you noticed Hotch keeps staring at you like he’s trying to figure out what’s wrong. “Stop the profiling Hotch” I snapped without thinking. “What’s wrong y/n?” he asked sympathetically. “Nothing why?” you asked back. There was a moment of silence because he answered. “As much as you want to hide it, I know what happened. I haven’t told anyone else. I ran into y/ex/n and he told me part of it but I connected the rest.” “Hotch I need help” I pleaded. You suddenly felt a wave of relief wash over you because he was the first and only person you felt like reaching out to. “Of course I’m here to help I” Hotch got cut off as Emily and JJ walked into the conference room. “Hey Hotch, y/n, we think we have the profile ready.” JJ told us. “Okay let’s get the team together” Hotch told them. Emily and JJ walked out and you started to follow but Hotch grabbed your hand to stop you. His hands are warm which sent shivers down your spin. “Hey y/n we’ll talk later okay?” he said with a smile. A SMILE? “Yes of course Hotch”.

Later that night, we returned to the local hotel and started checking in.

"Sorry, team, there are only four rooms available, so you'll have to double up," the hotel manager informed us.

"Well, we know Pretty Boy will have his own room," Morgan groaned, earning a playful smirk from Reid.

"JJ and I will share," Emily quickly volunteered.

"I'll go with Rossi," Morgan chimed in, nudging Rossi playfully.

"Okay, that leaves y/n and I. Everyone, get some rest; we have a big day tomorrow," Hotch declared, shouldering not only his bag but also mine. I caught Emily's eye, and she gave me a cheeky smile.

Hotch gave me the bathroom as common courtesy while he unpacked. “The shower is free Hotch” I told him as I walked out of the bathroom.

“Since we’re going to be sharing a room why don’t you just call me Aaron?” He confessed. “Okay Aaron, the shower is free” I asked jokingly and smiled at him while he smiled back. I got a sudden jerk in my stomach. It felt a lot like butterflies. No, it can’t be butterflies, can it?

Around 20 minutes later Aaron walked out with dripping wet hair and his abs defined through his pyjama top. “It’s a bit cold tonight” I said breaking the ice a bit.

“Yeah it is, do you want to talk about it now?” Aaron asked straight away. I nodded and I moved over to his bed and sat at the end. He sat opposite to me.

“They hit me a few times. Whenever they got mad at something they’d take it out on me.” I stated. Tears started to fill my eyes. Hotch suddenly got up and grabbed a box of tissues.

“Take your time y/n”. Aaron said with a calming voice.

“I didn’t want anyone to know because I knew the team would overreact and I just didn’t want that”.

“Fair enough y/n. Would you like me to do anything for you?” Aaron asked.

I laughed and said, “I could go for some BBQ pringles right now”. Aaron laughed as well. There was a moment where we caught each other’s eyes and felt like nothing else mattered.

“Right well I think I’m going to get some sleep. Goodnight y/n.”

“Night Aaron”.

About ten minutes later we were in our own beds and I was freezing my ass off. My teeth were shattering and my body was shaking.

“Y/n what’s up?” Aaron asked.

“I am just really cold that’s all”.

“Hold up” Aaron got out of his bed and rustled through the hotel closest and found an extra blanket. He turned the light on so he could see. He placed the blanket on me and I instantly got warm. He pulled the blanket right up so it was nearly covering my face. His hand gently grazed my cheek and we both stopped and stared into each other.

“why don’t we sleep in the same bed? We’ll keep each other warm.” I blurted and automatically regrated it. “Sorry if that was inappropriate” I told him.

“No, it wasn’t.” Aaron insisted as he went over to turn the light off and then climbed into the other side of my bed. He scooped me into his arms and we both moved around to get comfortable.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“Yes, thank you Aaron” I said as I looked up to him. Suddenly I felt his warm, soft lips on mine and he engulfed me into a tender kiss. I kissed him passionately and he did so back.

“Wake up y/n and hot- woah what’s happening in here” Morgan said as he was caught by surprise that Aaron and I were in the same bed and cuddling. We must of fell asleep last night. All I can remember is we made out and then called it a night.

“We were really cold last night so uh yeah” I said. It was the truth but it really didn’t feel like it was.

“mhm sure it was” Morgan laughed and walked out so we could change.

“How are you feeling today?” Aaron asked.

“Yeah I’m okay. And thanks again for last night we should defiantly bunk more together.” I joked.

“No doubt we will be. And about the other part, y/n I don’t want this to ruin our friendship but do you think we could grab dinner one night?” He anxiously said.

“Oh yeah sure” I smiled at him. He embraced me in a bear hug and then we got ready for the day.

Aaron sent me out on field work with Reid and by the time I got back I noticed a present with a card that had my name on it.

“Ooh who is it from?” Reid asked as I opened the card. But the card only had ‘you said you could go for some’ written on it. I was confused and then opened the box to see three packs of BBQ pringles and a box of chocolates.

“Aw lucky I want some” Reid groaned and I shut the present. Aaron walked in and smiled. ‘Thank you’ I mouthed to him and he kept on smiling. Aaron pulled out his phone and my phone alerted with my text message tone.

Hotch: I hope you’re feeling okay, we’ll “talk” more tonight ;).Me: TYSM, can’t wait for the “talking” :)”.

#aaron hotch x you #aaron hotch imagine #criminal minds #thomas gibson #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch fluff

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g4yforethan · 1 year ago

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ethan landry x male reader

plot: reader is anxious about the news of the ghostface killings after surviving the events of scream 5 and ethan decides to cheer him up!! (ethan is not the killer in this story btw!)

note: this is my first fanfic ever so please don’t judge just doin something fun for the summer :))

ever since you heard about the murders of two students from Blackmore University, you’ve been a little bit on edge. you’ve only been attending classes once a week and in the meantime, you’ve been isolating yourself from society. some days are easier than others but some days are filled with never-ending anxiety and worry over if you or your friends are next to be attacked. it also doesn’t help knowing that you and your friend group are survivors of the 2021 ghostface killings as well. it was a random day and this time you decided to attend your classes for the first time in a week. while in econ, you sat next to ethan landry who was also your roommate and friend although you two seemed to be flirting with each other at times. during class, a random asshole runs into class with a ghostface mask and pretends to stab some of your classmates. you turn to ethan in fear and he starts to hold you tight. the rest of the class takes this prank as a joke but soon the laughter begins to die down after your classmates start to notice you hyperventilating. ethan walks you out of class and you two go to a nearby park to calm down.

“i’m sorry for freaking out on you like that. after everything that’s happened, it’s really hard for me to go back to normal.” you say eating your ice cream that ethan got for you and him. his favorite flavor is mint chocolate chip.

“it’s okay it’s not your fault at all. i know it’s been hard for you these past few days after what happened last year but i want you to know that i’m always here for you.”

“thanks ethan. i don’t know if i’m ready to go back to class for the rest of the day now to be honest.”

“that’s fine. we can go back to our room and put on a movie and relax. would you like that?”

“i would love that” you notice him start to blush after you replied and you found it as the cutest thing ever.

the two of you walked back to your apartment which was pretty close to sam and tara’s apartment as well. you decided to take a shower and put on some pj’s since it was already turning nighttime. you go to the dining room and see ethan sitting down in the living room.

“i ordered some pizza not too long ago so it should be here in a few minutes. i was thinking we could watch a disney movie to lighten up the mood if you want.”

“sounds like a date. i like it.” you sit down next to him which makes ethan blush even more.

after eating some pizza and watching halfway through ratatouille while ethan rants about how remy is a better chef than gordon ramsay, you start to fall asleep. you rest your head on ethan’s shoulder and he notices and puts his arm over you. he starts to admire you and finds your sleeping face the cutest thing on earth. when the movie ends, he wakes you up and asks you if you want to go to bed.

“sorry for knocking out on you like that. i was just really tired from today.”

“nah it’s all good i get you. do you want to head off to bed?”

“yeah but i was maybe wondering if you could sleep with me. i’ve been kinda scared sleeping by myself the past few days. only if you’re okay with it you know.”

“yes of course anything to make you feel more safe.”

the two of you go to your bedroom and head into bed. you notice ethan get a little nervous about getting into bed with you but you reassured him there was nothing to be nervous about. you two talk for a while about life and plans after college and then it soon turned into talks about crushes.

“so any crushes since the beginning of the school year? you start to ask ethan.

“i mean not really but there is someone i got my eye on.”

“oh really? who is it? tara? sam? cha-?!”

he pulls your face towards him and kisses you. you start to kiss again and again until you pull out to breathe for air.

“you.”

“me too ethan.”

you get on top of him and lay your head on his chest. he puts his arms around your waist and starts to play with your hair. you start to fall asleep again and ethan watches you and gives you kisses on your forehead.

“sleep well pretty boy.” he gives you one more kiss and falls asleep holding you tight in his arms.

#ethan landry #jack champion #scream #fluff #jack champion fluff #ethan landry fluff #male reader #scream6 #malereader #avatar the way of water #male reader insert

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humblefryingpan · 2 months ago

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I'm making a lil play thing at school and my group is driving me fucking insane

I wrote the entire script and storyline, as well as creating all the characters. I literally just want them to learn their lines and to get through one singular rehearsal without someone interrupting or joking or arguing

There is a scene in a preschool that lasts like a minute and everyone's like "WE SHOULD BRING IN PRESCHOOL TOYS AND KIDS ARTWORK"

There are 5 of us and 1 person hasn't even tried to learn her lines (+ she gets mad at us when we tell her to) despite us having to perform it in ab three weeks. This is for our gcse grades too and the idea of failing drama makes me feel nauseous

This girl literally ignores everything I say too, I got mad and said "do you just forget everything as soon as you leave the classroom" and she said she did. And she isn't even trying, she has a script (but she lost it so I have to go print another one) and she finds it really funny

And every single lesson one guy literally lies on the floor and refuses to do anything. We have to either drag him into place or just pretend he's there and talk at the ground. One lesson he said he felt sick and refused to do anything (more than normal) and then in that same lesson said we'd be doing better if I wasn't sick a few months ago (I had fucking surgery and couldn't walk). I don't even like this guy but he's friends with my friend so

And another girl can't get through 2 scenes without doing an entire (joking) speech and she jokes through every scene she's in (and some she isn't)

And lastly, my friend. They're generally okay but they get really pissy when I tell them to do something different. The difference was "I don't think your character would wear a suit". And I said their character isn't the main villain (we don't even have a villain it's a play about grief), it took like a month for them to stop arguing that he actually is.

And there's a clusterfuck of other stuff but yeahh fuck this. Btw I think I'm going to post the story at some point bc I'm really proud of it

#vent post #sorry for the rant #i havent even got to school yet im just thinking about it

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comicaurora · 2 years ago

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I've recently finished Leverage and Leverage redemption and am in the process of casually rewatching it. (Thanks for introducing me to FMAB and ATLA too btw) I just want to ask you a few questions about it, like: What are your favorite things about each character? What are your favorite things about each relationship. What are your favorite things about the group? How do you feel about the sequel? How do feel about the romance in the show? What are your favorite running jokes? Thank you

hoohoohoo, it's like an essay prompt but about something I actually like

What are your favorite things about each character?

Nate: to be honest, kind of a hard sell - definitely the protagonist I like the least, intentionally so. That said, when they're dealing with a really hateful bad guy it's always fun to see Nate turn all his asshole powers against them and get really smug about it

Sophie: extremely insightful! fun to see it weaponized, extra fun to see her very gently use it to try and help the rest of the team live their best lives, especially Parker

Parker: oh how easily Parker could have been an Obliviously Sexy Unhinged Harley Quinn type, and instead we got the first thoughtfully written explicitly neurodivergent female character I've ever seen. Never infantilized despite it being a frequent plot point that the others help her through her difficulty in social settings and with processing loss. Full-fledged character in her own right, grows and becomes more comfortable without ever having her neurodivergence "fixed". she's a great character and I find her writing refreshingly free of red flags or "oof" moments. love that she's good with kids and teaches them Crime in the first ten minutes of hanging out

Hardison: literally the only normal person in this group and I say this as a compliment. everyone else is at least kind of a james-bond-style superspy with borderline preternatural abilities but hardison is the only character I trust to order a coffee without making a scene. unconditionally the emotional heart of the group and the only character able to openly admit that he likes the other characters, which is vital in a group of Edgy Loner Crime-Boys.

Eliot: joke answer, the hair. real answer, I love any character who turns themself into a weapon and stoically accepts that they'll never be anything else again. "Incredibly simple, but in the same way that a sword is simple." Adds a beautiful substrate of angst to all of his funny or lighthearted moments, as underlying it is a character who concluded long ago that he's irredeemable, and because he thus considers himself entirely disposable and even irrelevant is now determined to spend the rest of his life making the world a better place. Also, one of the only Edgy Badass Lancer types who is incredibly overt about how much he likes and cares about his teammates and never even jokes about "bah I'm better off on my own I was just passing through etc etc."

Harry: just an absolute wet noodle of a man. Love that he's taken Hardison's role of "only normal human being"

Breanna: absolutely love how bad she is at the social grifting side of things, because that is 100% accurate to every tech person I know

What are your favorite things about each relationship?

There's a lot of relationships and I'm not about to highlight all 10 OG pairings plus the 9 new pairings added by Harry and Breanna, so instead I'll just highlight my absolute favorite underrated one, which is Parker and Eliot. They have this odd synergy where they're both by far the most physically dangerous people in the group and also the most scarred by a country mile, and they have this kind of unspoken camraderie about it that only gets overtly highlighted in Season 4 Episode 1, "The Long Way Down Job." Everyone else in the group is a person, they seem to think; people they want to protect. But the two of them are tools and weapons, and that means they can do the things that people can't. Also within this synergy there's a good foiling dynamic where Eliot has basically seen it all and come to terms with everything under the sun, while Parker is comparatively extremely hyperfocused and rather sheltered and is constantly grappling with new situations. Underrated dynamic.

What are your favorite things about the group?

They just hang out sometimes! It feels like they keep existing when the camera's off them. Valuable screentime is spent on them just chilling and chatting, getting dinner together and bringing up more wacky offscreen hijinks. A story that's relentlessly All Action And Disrupted Status Quo All The Time starts tuning you out after a while, but it's the slow, peaceful moments that make us invested in their success and in them being able to help the innocent-victims-of-the-week.

How do you feel about the sequel?

Loved the first season, tentatively optimistic about the rest of it - I've been burned before so I'm taking it slow.

How do you feel about the romance in the show?

Parker and Hardison's thing is cute and compelling! Big fan of how it doesn't override the other dynamics and isn't treated as intrinsically more important than the rest of the gang's relationships. Nate and Sophie's thing feels a little more plot-mandated and tbh Nate is kind of an unlikable fuckhead so I'm not sure why Sophie was so hung up, but it wasn't too disruptive and it was always very funny seeing them play a dysfunctional couple on a grift

What are your favorite running jokes?

"Dammit Hardison." Parker pushing people off of things. Someone asking Eliot if he knows about some niche thing or random bad guy and then it flashes back to him getting waterboarded in Area 51 or whatever and it cuts back to him mildly going "yea". Wil Wheaton is in this show and everybody hates him. "It's a very distinctive [thing]." Harry, walking befuddled sunshine man, being like "yes I know all the inner workings of this specific niche evil lawyer thing, I was a bad guy remember?" to this group of expert crime boys and somehow surprising them every time

#asks #not aurora #media recs

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darthmaclunkey · 5 months ago

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the three of you who read my posts may remember me gleefully posting about my first ever blood donation a few months ago and how stupendously well it went. well I donated a second time this week and it did……..not go stupendously well

so after sitting in the waiting room and chugging water, a nurse takes me into one of the wee rooms to check my haemoglobin. she takes three samples from my finger, frowns, and is like “it’s low, but it’s only just under the limit. we can take another sample directly from the vein which may be more accurate, but if you’d like to stop and try another day, that’s totally fine.”

I’m like no let’s do this! test my vein! so she gives me a plaster for my finger and sends me into another room.

another nurse draws blood from the vein in my other arm and tests it, and it’s looking good, well within the limits. we’re cooking with gas! I now have two plasters! I get taken through to the donation room and given a chair.

everything’s going smoothly. I make a joke about how I’m just here to collect plasters and tell the next nurse I’m going to try and break my earlier record of being the fastest woman donor at the centre. she tells me I have good veins and I’m like yay :) being excited about having good veins is a very normal thing to be :)

(jokes aside, it was all so smooth and chill - like 99% of my experiences with the nhs, the staff were all so professional, communicative, and so lovely)

anyway, I donate the bag of blood (still fast, but not beating my previous record). the needle comes out, and the nurse gets me to hold down gauze and apply pressure while she sorts the donation out. she comes back with a plaster, except when I stop pressing down on the needle entry site, blood comes gushing back out again.

she’s very calm about it, says no problem, and grabs a fresh bit of gauze and applies some pressure herself. I’m sat patiently waiting for my post-donation carton of apple juice. my little treat :)

except then the same thing happens again. I am still bleeding. we get fresh gauze and more pressure applied. another nurse wanders over and is like “wow, you just don’t want to stop donating, do you?”

I laugh and I’m like “I guess not!” but then I start to feel very funny.

“by the way,” I say, “I think I’m about to faint”

the first nurse very calmly says “ok” and flips the chair back so I’m lying upside down. I pretty much instantly feel better and tell her this.

she goes “I’m glad you told me you were feeling dizzy. your lips were going blue, btw.” #slay

by this point I’ve soaked through the plaster she applied, so she changes it and we reckon I’ve stopped bleeding. she sits me back up and lets me have the apple juice (yippee!!!) and then asks me to just sit and chill until I’m confident I’m ok. there’s no phone signal in the donor centre and the wifi is broken, and I finished reading my book on my lunch break, so I spend a very calm 10 mins looking at my shoes and sipping apple juice before I tell her I feel fine and I’m going to head out.

she still looks a bit worried, so she’s like “ok, but please take as many snacks as you need and sit in reception for a little longer just in case, my colleague there can keep an eye on you”

I go and help myself to chocolate and some stickers then park myself in reception to cram the chocolate down my throat and chug more water. at this point I just feel tired, so I decide to patch my original plan of walking home (45 mins, by the way, I was insane for thinking that’d be viable) and head for the bus.

ten minutes down the road and almost at the bus stop, I realise I am feeling…….not so good. my hearing is going all static and my vision is tunnelling a bit at the edges. I’ve fainted before, so this is not my first rodeo. the bus stop is just over the other side of the huge 4 way junction I’ve stopped at, but I decide I need to sit down expeditiously, so I walk over to a nearby planter and park myself on the edge. btw, it had been raining all afternoon, so I immediately got a soaking wet arse.

this does not make me feel much better. I decide to put my head between my knees to try and get the blood flowing back to my head. and then the next thing I know, I’m slumped on my side on the pavement.

it’s not my first rodeo for fainting and not even my first rodeo for passing out in the street (although the only other time it happened I was just blackout drunk) so I feel weirdly calm. I’m soaking wet and on the pavement, but I feel….kinda okay about it. I don’t seem to have hit my head or hurt myself. I sit myself upright and take a few deep breaths. a rare good thing about me is that while I’m usually a very anxious person, I do tend to power through and keep the heid in the moment.

what’s not okay is that nobody came over to see if I was ok. I definitely tried making eye contact with people as they walked past, but everyone just ignored me. so to everyone in [redacted] area of [redacted] on tuesday night at 7pm, you’re all cunts. your da sells avon and your maw eats chuggie off the ground.

anyway, since I’m feeling weirdly calm, I start thinking about what to do. I could go to the nearby cinema - I know it well and they’ve got a quiet bar and nice staff who’d probably help me out - but it’s across the busy junction. the donor centre is a 10 min walk away. I pull out my phone and ring my partner, who picks up on the third dial. turns out he’s in a zoom meeting, so funnily enough this is the second time he’s had to abort a zoom meeting because of me having a medical emergency (the first time I’d cut my hand badly, which meant that everyone on his zoom call just heard him yell “OH MY GOD DARTHBINGUS IS BLEEDING” (not my real name) (obviously) then abruptly hang up)

on the phone, i go “hi, I think I just fainted”

he’s like. “what? where are you? shall I call an ambulance?” and I can hear the genuine panic in his voice.

I’m like nah I’m good. I don’t need an ambulance. but I don’t really know what to do. at this point I feel too weak to get up, but I don’t feel like I’m going to pass out again. he asks if I want him to come get me and I’m like 🥺 yes pls. except neither of us drive, so it’s a 30 minute bus journey.

he runs for a bus. thankfully I’ve managed to pass out next to a major busy bus route that runs right by our flat. I send him texts every 2 mins like “still alive” “still conscious” “I am breathing” “interesting pigeon just walked past” and he replies with things like “on bus” “got a seat on the bus” “bus is 10 mins away” “glad you didn’t die in the last 30 seconds”

by the time he shows up (my calmness broke and I nearly cried at the sight of him running across the road with a tote bag full of random food from our kitchen) I’m feeling pretty much better (albeit very feeble, cold and wet), so he feeds me some strawberries and then I call a taxi to get us home. and because I’d been sitting on the wet pavement for half an hour, I leave a giant wet patch on the seat in the taxi like I’d pissed myself. I hope the driver didn’t notice.

and then I’m fine for the rest of the evening, get my dinner cooked for me, change into dry clothes, and play bg3 (6 TPKs on the ansur fight, but then again I had the [bloodless] condition which nerfed my stats IRL)

anyway here’s the swag I got (kitkat and tunnocks teacake not pictured), PLUS I got loads of sympathy from my colleagues at work the next day once I told the story. 10/10 will definitely try donating again.

#putting it under a cut because it’s long and also for mentions of blood and fainting

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1800-page-not-found · 2 years ago

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Arcade games <3 (Modern AU Wanderer/Scaramouche/Kunikuzushi x reader)

I wanna redeem myself from the first cringy post i made with scara bc i find it cringy. this is my redemption arc

(you both are university students btw)

Summary: You and your boyfriend go on a cute date to the arcade after not going on dates for a while. But ofc, trouble has to arise. So why not deal with it?

Warnings: fighting, Sexual assult

"Hurry up y/n otherwise I'll go by myself!" Your boyfriend called you from downstairs (he moved in your rather large apartment. money stuff ig). "You'd be lonely if you did so wait!" you yelled back. You rushed to put on a good outfit for your date at the arcade with Kuni (this guy has three names and we are going with this one idc) and rushed down the stairs, making sure to not forget your bag and all the other shit you needed.

"Finally y/n. took you long enough." He rolled his eyes at you as you scoffed. "I dont want to look like shit when we're going on a date ok? I gotta look good for you" Now it was his turn to scoff, but you could see a tint of red on his cheeks. cute.

You both headed out the door, hand in hand walking on the sidewalk. It was still winter outside but it hadn't snowed for days. It was winter break for your school (you attend the same school) and since a ton of people were out on vacation, you decided to ask kuni out on an arcade date. His flustered expression was quite cute you've gotta admit. Nevertheless he excepted.

The arcade was quite close by, and was quite popular among students to hangout or go on dates there. After walking for a few minutes which seemed to go by too fast as you were too focused on your handholding with kunikuzushi. You would've continued to walk if he didn't tug on your hand and pull you back.

"We're here. lets go in." he was worrying you'd catch a cold, but he won't tell you that. He tugged you in-but not too hard-and the door chimed. "Wait here" you said. You walked up to the counter and check in. you did book the whole arcade. You didn't even know that you could do that until you asked as a joke a few weeks ago.

Walking back to your lover, you linked arms with him. "surprise! i booked the whole arcade for us!" you laughed. he stared. "You WHAT?" being rich and its benefits. feetfinder

You laughed, ignoring his shock. "C'mon! I only booked this place for two hours." you started heading for the prize area. "Alright, today i'm spoiling you. look at these shelves, tell me which one you want" You studied him. did he stare at something for a longer period? did his facial expressions change? "I-I want to get you something not me!" he stuttered. Your darling lover was not used to affection, until he met you. He was still trying to get used to it, but he loved anything you did honestly.

ah ha! you saw his eyes linger on a cute black cat plush. you thought it was adorable. you loved your boyfriend so so much. You were going to win it no matter what. It costed a lot of tickets. Thats alright though, you were an arcade pro!

An hour through, you came to learn that for some goddamn reason, kuni was an absolute pro at arcade games. better than you x1000. you cried mentally. He kept beating you in every single game.

ding the door chimed? but you booked it for the whole time? kunikuzushi saw the frustration in your eyes. You both were playing in the back of the arcade, so you couldn't really see what was happening. "I'll go check it out, ill be right back" that was your boyfriend, six minutes ago.

You started to walk to the front, and saw three females all attempting to flirt with your boyfriend. You laughed internally. Did they think they could ever be better than you? "Hello ladies." You showed up behind kuni, arm slithering around his waist. You had lectured him a week ago about not beating anyone up, and you could tell he was trying, just be seeing how uncomfortable he was with those girls.

"and you are?" bitch no.1 spoke. "This is my girlfriend" kuni spoke glaring at them. "Now leave us alone."

"Stay out of this pretty boy" bitch no.2 spoke. "Did you not hear my boyfriend? Leave. now." You were fed up.

"Hmmm..how about no?"Her arm started to crawl up your boyfriend, in a seductive way. "I can make you feel g-" you couldnt take it anymore. You stopped hugging your boyfriend and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it back.

"I wasnt asking whore. leave my boyfriend alone." You grinned at her, like a psychopath. "OW! You fucking bitch!" she yelled in pain. her other goons were already attempting to fight you, but it gets even better! You grab a table tennis racket, and S W U N G. And they were down in a couple seconds. Needless to say, your date was ruined. so much for not beating people up you damn hypocrite.

In the end, the staff, who fucking disappeared, gave a refund of the unspent time there, and also gave you the cat for free, and then you presented it to kuni. "Darling i got this for you!" you cheered excitedly as if you weren't in a police station answering questions.

He gave a light hearted laugh at your attempt to cheer him up from his rather unjoyful time with the stranger. You both ended the night watching netflix and cuddled together, eventually dosing off.

"I love you so much kuni.."You were soon asleep. Your boyfriend, whom was in your arms blushed furiously (he's your no.1 fan) "I love you too...sweet dreams darling"

happy ending yey

i still feel like it sucks but its better than the one b4

#kunikuzushi x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kunikuzushi #scaramouche #wanderer #modern genshin au #modern genshin impact

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