#I don’t know just random thoughts in my brain

[xmads-omensx]

Noah meeting you and slowly learning that you're a huge history/archeology/paleontology nerd. He noticed you would drop random facts or correct facts (especially while watching your favorite movie; Jurassic Park). Falling for you a little bit more everyday when he finds out you are way smarter than you look (dumb blonde jokes inserted here haha) and he loves that your house is basically a museum.

Word Count: 1,470

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

Content Warnings: swearing, very vague mentions and description of a mummified person, questions surrounding morality of museums

Tags: @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @lacy1986 @collidewiththesav @kenjipepsi1 @follow-me-down-to-wonderland @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @chey-h @tosoundlessdarkistare @thisbicc @fadingangelwisp

ANON YOU GET ME! Not to pick favourites right now, but this is literally my fave request ever!! I'm such a literature and history nerd. SMOOCHES TO YOU ANON

(and yes I did put some of my uni museum assignment ideas here but we shall move bc it is still HEAVYYY on my mind rn)

As a self-proclaimed nerd, it was easy to be misjudged.

Typically, nerds were associated with comic books, maths, science and the like, which I most definitely was into don’t get me wrong, but I was a different kind of nerd.

The kind that finds true joy by learning heaps of useless information about dinosaurs and other extinct creatures. The kind that knows just a little too much about the Berlin Wall. The kind that you really want on your pub quiz team for the history round.

That kind of nerd.

Dating came with its challenges, since I had to physically refrain from correcting my dates on their incorrect factual knowledge, which I had discovered didn’t exactly go down too well the hard way.

Meeting Noah was an absolute blessing. He was a nerd too, not quite the same kind as me, but a nerd none the less, and I loved him for it.

Despite this, Noah never knew how into history I really was.

I had told him about my interest in anime and sci-fi movies, which he had really taken to, but my history obsession never really came up.

Our dates and hangouts had regularly consisted of watching movies or some episodes of an anime, but nothing that had particularly made my heart leap with joy and my brain whirl with interest.

Until our five month anniversary.

Obviously, that isn’t a long time and we didn’t do anything crazy to celebrate, but Noah still went above and beyond with preparations.

He had laid out blankets over his bed, with trays full of Chinese food and snacks, with my favourite soft drinks on his bedside table.

It was quite beautiful to be honest.

The dimly lit room was cozy, with the fairy lights that I had bought him hanging down from above his wardrobe, and his LEDs illuminating the room in a soft orange glow.

His TV was displayed on his wall in front of his bed, further illuminating the room with the familiar image of the Jurassic Park title card.

Noah had never seen it before, and had made it his personal mission to watch them, seeing as it was my favourite movie franchise.

“I thought that we should watch something you like this time, instead of always watching what I want.” He said, breaking the silence with his soft voice.

“Sound like a good plan.” I replied, reaching up to kiss him on the cheek. Noah had to lean down to meet me halfway so that my lips would actually connect with his cheek.

We snuggled down on his bed, with my head buried in his warm chest. The beating of his heart relaxing me as I was absorbed into the movie.

However, the peace didn’t last long.

“Fucking stupid.” I muttered when the scene depicting John Hammond explaining how the park was created to his guests.

“What?” Noah laughed.

“It’s stupid! This whole mosquito bullshit!” I exclaimed.

Noah paused the movie in order to let me explain my grievance with the scene.

“How is it bullshit? Baby it’s not real.” He said with a slight laugh.

“Well obviously Noah! But they could have at least made it more plausible, because then it would be a better movie!” I said, throwing my hands up in frustration.

“How is this inaccurate baby?” Noah asked, slightly intrigued by where I was going with this.

“The mosquito. Only female mosquitos bit animals, and there is no way in hell that they had the means, time or budget to spend all of that time identifying the gender of the mosquito, which they portray as male. And, there is no way to guarantee that that particular mosquito did, in fact, bite a dinosaur!” I was out of breath by the time I had finished ranting to Noah.

He simply chuckled, before pulling me back into his chest and pressing play on the movie, letting me rant about all of the inaccuracies as we went, which there are a lot of.

By the end of the movie, I had fallen asleep listening to Noah’s soothing heartbeat, whilst Noah sat and thought about all of the new and completely useless information he had gained throughout the movie.

He kissed the top of my head before snuggling into my body and drifting off to sleep.

The next time I had overshared far too many facts was when Noah invited me out on a group trip to the museum.

He had planned to go with his group of friends since they had a new samurai section that they all wanted to go and visit, whilst he also saw this as the perfect opportunity for me to meet his friends.

We all met up at a nearby coffee shop and hit it off like a house on fire.

Folio and Matt rapidly became my partners in crime as we walked behind Noah, making small jokes about him and giggling, making him turn around and look at us funny before walking away.

The museum was huge. Tall marble pillars stood strong outside the entrance, giving off an ancient Greek look.

Inside, the high ceilings held skylights which illuminated the entire building in a bright, warm glow, perfectly highlighting each of the exhibits.

The guys made a beeline for the samurai section, whilst I took my time looking at various artefacts from across the world, sprouting off additional facts that weren’t on the little information stands next to them, which had clearly impressed Folio as he whispered to Noah, “She’s a lot smarter than she looks.” And “I wish I was as smart as her.” Which mad made me laugh.

I never felt as though I was particularly smart, I just knew a lot of facts about a lot of things. But I guess that is more or less the definition of smart.

“Hey babe.” Noah called out, “The museum kind of reminds me of your place.”

“How come?” I asked, slightly confused by what he meant by this.

“All of this old stuff. It doesn’t all look important, but it is important. I don’t think that makes any sense.” He rambled.

“I collect a lot of stuff, if that’s what you’re getting at. I like to collect old things.” I laughed.

“Yeah, that’s what I was trying to say.” He laughed, pulling me underneath his arm and placing a kiss on my head.

I always had mixed feelings on museums.

Sure, they were cool to look around and see all of the different artefacts and displays, but something in my gut told me that it was wrong.

Was it okay that museums were taking all of these different things that don’t belong to them?

It was the archaeology exhibit that solidified my stance on the issue.

Right in the middle of the room sat a sarcophagus. An open sarcophagus at that. And inside this sarcophagus laid a mummified person. To the museum’s credit, they were covered enough to keep them decent, but the whole display boiled my blood.

Noah noticed my change in demeanour quite rapidly.

“You doing okay, bub?” He asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

“I hate this.” I said simply. “She doesn’t even get a say in this. They’re using her like she’s an object.” I sighed, gesturing defeatedly at the display.

“Do you want to go and look at something else.” Noah asked quietly.

I wasn’t sure, so I just shrugged.

“That’s so fucked up.” Nicholas said, looking at the display.

“It’s not fair.” I said, loud enough for the others to hear. “If they’re displaying her like this for education, then it’s pointless because she isn’t teaching us anything that we don’t already know. Besides, it’s inaccurate. They’ve taken away the amulets she would have been buried with that she would have needed to get to the afterlife. These canopic jars are replicas, so they don’t even have the real thing. It’s a piss poor attempt at bringing the past to the present.” I ranted.

The guys fell silent before Jolly began to speak.

“Museums suck balls.” He said simply.

“Fuck yeah they do!” I exclaimed, making the rest of the guys laugh before suggesting we got get some food instead.

The rest of the day was spent with the guys quizzing me on random questions that popped into their heads.

It was nice feeling this close to people that I had only just met, who were impressed by my stupidly vast knowledge of history.

“Why history?” Noah asked. “Like, surely there are cooler subjects out there, like… biology or something.”

“Hey!” I exclaimed. “History is cool, dumbass!”

The guys all burst into laughter at the look of pure shock that had crossed his handsome features.

Being a history nerd was rapidly becoming one of the best decisions that I had ever made.

[demo-whale]

Brosten Pt. 2

I reposted by Brosten hcs recently and I'd remiss if I didn't include Pt. 2 - enjoy!!

Matt and Neil can both speak Spanish 

instead of using it to talk shit, they just say absolute nonsense to each other

Nicky always acts like they’re saying super offensive or petty shit

he’ll gasp dramatically and it just eggs them on

they drink from each other’s cups and water bottles and eat from each other’s plates all the time 

everyone else thinks it’s absolutely disgusting

“you didn’t even ask...”

“i don’t have to ask??” 

they go tailgating to other PSU sporting events in Matt’s truck, bringing along whoever is in the mood for hotdogs and busch lite

Matt teaches Neil how to throw a football, and they like to hang out at the park on the rare occasion that they have some downtime

Matt constantly has food for Neil in his bag, like little packets of fruit snacks or granola bars

Neil invites Matt to come running with him, and even though Matt doesn’t think he’ll like it, he agrees bc Neil thought of him and wants to hang out with him

he actually ends up really enjoying it, and Neil slows his pace way down to stay next to Matt

once Matt builds up his endurance they actually talk while running

Matt likes to say whatever pops into his brain, like he has no filter, and most of the time the completely random things he says just make Neil cry-laugh

Neil has a twitter account called shit-my-dad-says and it’s all the random nonsense that Matt says on a daily basis

it has over 500,000 followers

when Matt graduates, he continues to text Neil the funniest, randomest shit and Neil posts screenshots  

(Dan has a similar account called shit-my-work-husband-says and posts the absolutely horrible one-liners he says to her. it gets almost as popular as Neil’s account)

they know how to make each other laugh so hard they can’t breathe

once Neil becomes more comfortable with affection, they say “love you” to each all the time. 

at the end of phone, during practice, whenever the one of them does something small but sweet for the other

Matt makes Neil watch finding nemo with him, and from then on they constantly do the “gimme some fin. gimme some noggin. duuuude.” 

they watch TLC shows together

90 day fiance, say yes to the dress, Darcey and Stacey 

they like to yell at the TV

which is why they also watch bad horror movies together

when they get older and Neil and Andrew make Court, Dan and Matt take their kids to the summer Olympics every four years to watch them play

Neil makes the first exy game of the season for every single one of Dan and Matt’s kids, and the first basketball game of the season for their youngest who doesn’t play exy

Neil is the best man when Dan and Matt get married

he tells stories about them and about how much they love each other

he doesn’t get too sappy, but at the end he says, “Matt, you were the first person on the team to trust me and help me without wanting anything in return. I know the love you have for me is only a fraction of the love you have for Dan, so I know that you’re marriage is going to be unshakable. Here’s to forever.” 

Matt cries and Dan beams

they name their first child David Abram Boyd (Matt says it’s because those names are significant but Dan says it’s because the initials spell DAB)

they are the brothers they never had

[sillygoofyqueer]

I don’t know if you or any of your anons have said something like this before but what if Corvid King/Crow Deity thing Shen Yuan gets B-points whenever he’s prayed to, given offerings, etc?

First of all, it has been a W H I L E since I've seen a crowyuan ask in my inbox, you should have seen the WHIPLASH I got when reading this - I thought I'd gone back to Summer last year!!! And this isn't a bad thing, my brain immediately started ticking, thank you for sending this bad boy! I always love asks, especially ones like these. Now, *cracks knuckles then dies because I hate the sound* let's get back into my crowyuan mindset, ehhehehehehe!!! Honestly, this is such a good idea! Because it's like, Shen Yuan is getting these random offerings and prayers (and obviously he both accepts the offerings and helps out, he's going to be a good deity!!), and then he gets B-points for it?! I think this would almost throw him off, because the system's been pretty silent in the AU so far (from what I can remember), and then he's suddenly getting an influx in all these B-points, reminding him that he wasn't born in this world! You can have angst from that - y'know, imposter syndrome and all that - and/or you can also have Crowyuan going out of his way to gain more followers, for more B-points! This is great comedic potential because before he was just casually helping out whoever needed assistance while being a social devil who broke through literally all of the demons' different social rules because he didn't know them, and now he's actually going out of his way to help people? He's actively seeking out people to help out and gain as followers? That shit's hilarious. Imagine for a moment, that you're an NPC in a random village, a village that is kind of removed from the cultivation world as a whole, that has heard whispers of some sort of 'corvid deity' that helps out those in need. Now, you may believe it, you may think it's bullshit, but you know that it won't affect you because your village doesn't get involved with any of that!! You go about your normal day, right, helping out in the local village, and then out of nowhere, this demon with golden crow wings and golden eyes and feathers (or like feather scale type shit (think those feathered dragons as a reference of sorts)) dancing down his neck and cheeks and {insert other cool features here} is like "hi, friendly neighbourhood corvid deity, here! Y'all need any help around the village? Any beasts terrorising you, or curses befalling you, or....broken fences that need mending???" I think I'd devote myself right away, my bad for even doubting you Mr. Crow King sir!!!

[urinarythreatinfection]

Is This Love?

Luffy x male reader. Angst(?) Slowburn still. 1703 words Part one, Part three

Desc: You confessed to Luffy and he tries to find out what it means to him.

You’ve started sleeping in the men’s quarter’s again. It was hard to get some sleep at first, but life at sea is tiring, especially with the occasional marine attack and random weather conditions. Your body will shut itself down eventually. Unfortunately, someone else isn’t having much luck tonight.

“Hnnnnnnnn..”

Rustle

“Hrrrmmmmmmm”

Rustle rustle

“Hnnnnngaahh!” Luffy sits up quickly, his arms in the air. “Can’t sleep.” A shoe is thrown at his head by Sanji. “Ow!”

“Then go outside instead of bringing us into it!” The chef barks while the rubber man rubs his head. He pouts while getting up, making his way out onto the deck.

“waaatchhhh… night watchh.. heheheh. As if I even need to. Who would even dare approach the ship of the GREAT Captain Us-”

“Usopp.” The sniper feels a hand on his shoulder.

“EEAAAAAAHHH!” He screams and bursts into tears, ready to plead for his life before realizing it’s just his friend. “Oh. Luffy.” He has a hand on his chest, quickly pretending nothing happened. “Why are you up?”

“Wh- What happened!? Did you scream!?” A large muscular human reindeer runs over. “Luffy?” Fwoosh, back to small.

“I scared a bird, that’s all. I already took care of it.” The captain tries to open his mouth but is quickly shushed by Usopp. “You couldn’t sleep, right? Why?”

“(Y/n) sleeps back in his bed now but he still doesn't talk like before.” Changing the subject works, why wouldn’t it.

“Like before?” The two crewmates ask.

“Yeah like, he doesn’t.. look at me, the same. Like it’s… different. Not as warm.” He wracks his brain to explain, making weird hand signals because he can’t translate his thoughts into words he knows properly.

“Loving? Caring? Like you’re the only thing that matters in this unforgiving world?” Usopp finishes and Luffy nods, similar enough. He hums while nodding, eyes closed with a hand on his chin.

“Seems like he fell out of love with you.” The sniper states after a bit of fake pondering for dramatic effect.

“Out of love?” Chopper and Luffy ask before Usopp nods.

“I mean, you rejected him, right? Even outed his feelings in front of all of us, sounds like he just moved on. Let the feelings fade out into the wind.” He explains while the doctor nods. Luffy’s brain goes empty-er as he lets how he feels translate into thoughts,

“I didn’t reject him” and out through his mouth. The two previously chatting teens stop.

“You didn’t?” They ask and Luffy shakes his head.

“I just called him weird, then he didn’t say anything else.”

…

Is that not a rejection?

“Is that not a rejection?” That’s what I said. Usopp furrows his brows, trying to see through his friend’s eyes. “Did you also stay silent?”

“I didn’t know what else to say.” The sniper hums, he would definitely start ugly sobbing if someone he was in love with did that to him.

“You could’ve said, ‘Thank you for your feelings, I do not feel the same way.’ If he continues then scold him.” Chopper says with a hoof on his chest. Very kind. “Or kick him off a mountain.” Two different parents taught him two different things.

“That could kill someone..” Usopp points out, slightly concerned. Chopper nods.

“If they survive they ask for your help and then you have a new customer/patient.” What did Dr. Kureha teach him? The long nosed man stares at Chopper in concern and shock before Luffy speaks.

“I don’t wanna do that.”

“Well yeah he’s still our friend, kicking him off a mountain is a bit mu-”

“I mean, I don’t wanna lie.” He clarifies and Usopp stares at his friend, lips jutted out still from being interrupted.

“Lie?” The small reindeer asks instead and the captain nods.

“I do have feelings for him. I just.” Luffy motions at his chest, “Just…” This is why he couldn’t sleep. “I don’t know what love like that is. Being in love. He’s in love with me and I love him but I don’t know what my love is if he feels like that.” Luffy feels platonic love easily, he feels joy and happy and angry all very easily. Even something like excitement from a woman’s chest he can feel via living through Usopp, but romantic love he doesn’t know a lick about feeling. Passion and smooching, hugging and holding hands, staring into each other's eyes. You could do that all with a friend, mostly, so what’s the actual difference? It’s not like lust is the difference either since people do stuff without loving each other all the time.

“Romantic love…” Hiriluk loved Drum Island and Dr. Kureha loved having fun. “Romantic love is having big antlers and sturdy fur.” Chopper reverts to what he learned when he was a wee baby. Luffy rubs his own head, no antlers. In response to his captain’s confusion, Usopp speaks confidently.

“It’s okay. They call me Captain of Love Usopp for a reason!” He strikes a pose and Chopper claps. “Love is like the warm sun on a snowy day, a ray of light peeking through storm clouds, an oasis in a desert. It’s the light at the end of a tunnel.” A lot of metaphors, but not a lot of actual explanation. It’s not doing much good, though Chopper at least seems into it. The rubber man isn’t as interested though, realizing this isn’t answering much of his questions. He looks down.

“I don’t want (Y/n) to be out of love with me if he’s like this because he doesn’t love me romantically anymore.” Luffy mumbles to himself, deciding to go to the restroom. Maybe that’ll help.

“Amorrr is- Luffy? Where’d he go?” Usopp looks around, realizing he’s gone. He looks down at Chopper, who’s expecting more. The sniper clears his throat and continues. “Love is like!” You get the point. Chopper doesn’t know about romantic love much, even as a reindeer. They don’t usually love romantically to mate, while both Hiriluk and Dr. Kureha were interested in their medical endeavors and danger. As for Usopp, he’d been on the same island all of his life always focusing on other things to ever truly register romantic love. His sick mother, her death, then trying to become a brave warrior of the sea. No parents to teach him either. His assumption was it would be figured out once on the ocean, being surrounded by lovers and admirers all the time. Neither of them can help Luffy, at least not in the way he needs.

So what does Luffy need? He doesn’t know, and neither do they. So he goes to the restroom.

“Love…” Luffy says while sitting on the toilet, not going or anything, just for thinking. “Loovvee. Loav.” Repeating it isn’t helping, “Louuvee, loaf.” though it is cheering him up. “Shi shi shi!” He laughs a bit, then stands up. This didn’t give any answers, but he won’t stress about it. Things will work out eventually. Luffy splashes water and soap on his hands, dries them off, then leaves the restroom. He goes back to the men’s quarters. Before going back to his own bed he stops by yours. “...” He crouches down and stares at you. “..luv.” A small mumble before flopping onto his mattress. His heart and mind feels clearer.

Meanwhile, your eyes open, what was that about?

_____________________

‘Why’d he just stare at me? Or maybe he wasn’t? My eyes weren’t open but I definitely felt his body heat and breath.’ You think to yourself as you poke at your food with a scowl, finally taking a bite out of it.

“Luffy’s gonna steal it if you don’t eat in time.” Nami tells you, pointing to your plate with her fork. On cue, the captain tries to reach for her food, hand smacked away before he could grab anything. No time for thinking during breakfast, but you’re on dish duty today. That should give you a chance to think.

“Hey.” A voice says behind you and you almost drop the plate you’re rinsing off. It’s Sanji. “So… about you and Luffy.” He starts, looking awkward. “You’re really in love with that id- with him?” He’d like to insult Luffy but feels it’s not the time.

“Way to bring it up again.” You grumble, placing the last dish to dry.

“Did he reject you?”

“Yeah, obviously. Don’t know what I expected to happen.” You don’t really feel like talking about it but he’s asking so you answer.

“Are you sure?” The chef asks and you look back at him, irritated.

“Hell you mean ‘are you sure?’ I’m pretty sure, dude.” Your eyes glare at him. “He called me weird and acts like I’m a specimen now.” Your sass makes Sanji frown back.

“I’m trying to help you, dumbass. Luffy’s not like other people. What you think might be a rejection can be something else entirely. He could say someone has a strong smell and consider it a compliment.” He lights a cigarette, annoyed at the attitude. “You could’ve read him wrong.” It’s a bittersweet thought that you just misunderstood.

“Even if I did misunderstand, so what? It’ll still mean a rejection, just in his own way.” You’re too stressed to talk about this. You were already trying to move on.

“He asked me about love yesterday.” Your eyes widen. “Usopp and Chopper said the same thing happened the day before.” Sanji says after taking a breath of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out the window. “That’s what I mean, but if you’re going to be a dick about it-” He leans into your face “-I don’t have to tell you anything.” He says mockingly.

‘Asshole.’ Though you were mean first, technically. Still, you really want to know the details. You clench your jaw, then speak. “I’m sorry for being an ass, tell me.”

“Huh? What’d you say? Tell you what?” He puts a cupped hand to his ear.

“Tell me more about what Luffy asked you.” He continues to stare at you until you sigh. “Please.” That gets a satisfied smirk out of him.

“Should’ve just said so.” You hold in your anger so he can continue. “What Luffy asked me…”

Cliffhanger wooaaaAAOoah. But still, theres another chappa. I already had a good portion of this one finished but the next one will prob take longer. Also my bad if this one was more comedic than you would like, all of my stuff ends up having a moment like that, plus moments with Usopp always tend to be unserious. I thought about not posting this immediately after it was done to space stuff out but.. nah. Not my style ig. Comment if you want, idk. Havent done slow burn in a long and by a while i mean years and also only like 2 or 3 times.

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[sturnwh0re]

— blurb of chris giving an attitude adjustment —

chris’ hips rutted harshly into yours that was for sure to leave a mark if kept up, and it dared to knock your knees down that were the only support your ass had to keep it up. Chris’ right hand was planted right above ur ass as he had you right where he wanted, doggy.

“so much for that attitude you were having huh? Now ya getting dumb fucked stupid kid.”

you were letting out incoherent babbles and whimpers as your hands gripped to his sheets for more support. You were already upcoming your 3rd orgasm of the night, and chris wasnt planning on stopping until that attitude was wiped from you.

“C-chris— pl.. fuck.. please..”

You didn’t even know what you were begging for, for him to keep jamming his tip into that gummy spot that made your body twitch, or for him to stop. Fuck, you knew you didn’t want it to stop. Your legs that were holding your hips up were becoming unstable from the relentless abuse on your cervix, creating a domino effect now affecting your legs.

Your knees had been dug into the bed god forbid it would leave a mark. Your throbbing knees started to slide down making chris’ cock slip from your swollen pussy. He instantly groaned and put your knees back up.

“Nope, don’t do that. We still gotta fix that ‘tude.”

He wasn’t careless, so instead he put his hands on either sides of your hips holding them up for him. Once he had you steady again he pushed between your folds again. You moaned as he perfectly filled your empty hole once more. He had paused thrusting for a second; which made you groan impatiently. You pushed your hips back for some sort of friction.

“Please.. just please don’t stop..! I’m—“

Your words instantly got cut off by chris switching angles, and as soon as his length dipped into your tight pussy he hit that soft spot of nerves. Once his tip kissed it, your back arched again; which made you let out the loudest noise of the night. You looked behind you to see chris smirking with amusement.

“That’s the spot pretty bird, that’s the damn spot.”

His hips slammed hard into those nerves over and over again, each time it filled you with this euphoric feeling. You felt that same knot start to build in your lower abdomen, the same one you felt earlier from your previous orgasms. You started to pant and see imaginary stars, before chris’ repeated thrusts cleared all thoughts from your brain.

“Oh— oh fu-fuck.. chris- chris im so close!”

You started to meet his hips in the middle you both were panting and sexual noises filled the room. The skin to skin, the wet noises, and just chris and his noises started to all infiltrate your mind; slowly getting you closer and closer, also why Randomized noises and squeals were getting fucked out of you continuously.

“Yeah- yeah me too, fuck..”

Before you both knew it, you both came. Chris was pushed balls deep with his tip smashed against ur cervix. He immediately filled you as he felt you clench and release around him. He tried to nudge even further inside of you to pulse his cum as deep as it could go; even though it was physically impossible for him to go any deeper. A ring of white started to form at his base in a snap.

“That’s my fucking girl, shit.”

small ropes of cum were still shooting inside of you. Your sweaty face was laid against the bed, lids heavy, and lower half absolutely fucked out. Reality slightly snapped back into you as chris pulled out. You looked back and right as his cum was about to spill from you, he plugged ur hole with his thumb.

“chris..”

You whined, unable to release his cum. He chuckled and gripped ur ass with the other free hand he had. God. Just looking back at him in that black tank with his messy hair and stupid fucking smile, sandwiched by his stubble and goaty was enough to rile you up all over again.

“What? I want ‘chu to be filled with cum, not no fuckin’ attitude.”

AN: sorry for the blurb & not a full blown fic; honestly I’m losing love for writing those long ass fan fictions and I might spend more time making good blurbs for you angels to get off to. & yeah, it’s a shitty blurb; let a girl fucking slowly get started up on writing again!!

go to my profile & give me suggestions sweets 🪄

[thefandomsfervent]

What’s your secret to being able to stick to writing the same fic for so long? 🙏🏻🙏🏻 The second a fic that I’m writing gets over like… 1k words my brain is like “I don’t like this anymore”. It’s a curse 🥲

The joke answer is just be obsessed.

But the real answer is that you have to find a process that works for you! It is different for everyone, and I am by no means an expert. So take my advice with a grain of salt. Below are some tips ♡

Don't wait for the "right" writing moment: just write when it strikes. I have so many crumpled napkins from shifts at work and random notes in my phone.

Plan it out: I only do this if I'm really stuck on a portion. Usually I write train of thought and clean it up, check for timeline inconsistencies, etc. If I'm just starting a fic or need help fleshing out a portion I'll make a bullet point list of what I want to have happen next and then fill out pieces inbetween. Eventually something clicks and I'll start tapping away until a chapter is done.

Change how you write: if you prefer to type, try physically writing and vice versa

Support: publishing your work or sharing it with friends can help! It doesn't have to be beta read but just knowing people are reading it in any capacity helps me stay motivated. (Also makes me double check my work even when I don't feel like it lol)

Most importantly! It is fanfiction! We do not get paid to do this (unless you're lucky enough to get commissions) just enjoy it. It doesn't have to be perfect or have everything make sense. Write what you'd like to read. Write what you'd like to enjoy ♡

Thank you for reading my stuff and reaching out. I hope it was helpful ♡

[kashixxx47]

The Shirt Incident

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The house was quiet—eerily so. Kakashi Hatake, the man of mystery, had been gone for two days on some classified mission. You told yourself you’d be fine, that his absence wouldn’t affect you. But as the hours dragged on, the silence grew unbearable.You sat curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, bingeing some random show you weren’t even paying attention to. The cold crept in through the cracks, seeping into your bones. The tea you made earlier had gone cold, and the heat from your hands wasn’t doing much to fight off the chill.That’s when you spotted it.His shirt.It was draped over the back of the chair in his usual haphazard way, looking soft, oversized, and utterly inviting. A simple thing—gray, a little worn, but unmistakably his. You swore you could catch the faintest scent of him—fresh rain, a hint of musk, and something uniquely Kakashi.Your brain wrestled with your heart. It’s just a shirt, you told yourself. You don’t need to wear it. But the part of you that missed him—the part that ached for his presence—was louder.“Fine,” you muttered, stomping over to grab it like you were mad at the thing for existing.It was softer than you expected, slipping over your frame with ease, swallowing you up in its oversized fabric. The sleeves hung past your hands, the hem brushing mid-thigh. You sighed, burying your face in the collar, letting the scent wrap around you like a hug. It was stupid, but it helped.---You hadn’t expected him to come back that night.The front door creaked open, and there he was—leaning against the frame, mask slightly askew, silver hair disheveled, and his single exposed eye scanning the room.“Miss me?” he asked, voice low and teasing.You froze. Oh no.You were still wearing his shirt.“Uh... hi?” you squeaked, your voice betraying you.His eye narrowed slightly, a slow smirk forming under the mask. He stepped in, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. “Cute shirt you’ve got there. Didn’t know you were into stealing.”You felt the heat crawl up your neck. “It’s not stealing if you’re not here to claim it,” you shot back, trying to sound bold.He was in front of you in an instant, his hand brushing over the sleeve that hung too long on you. “Huh. Is that so?” His voice was dangerously soft, playful, but there was an edge to it.“I was cold,” you mumbled, shrinking under his gaze.���Cold, huh?” He tilted his head, his smirk widening. “So, instead of a blanket or, I don’t know, turning up the heat, you thought my shirt was the solution?”You opened your mouth to argue, but nothing came out.He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. “If you wanted to feel close to me, sweetheart, you could’ve just said so.”You smacked his chest—lightly, of course, because he deserved it. “You’re insufferable.”“And you’re adorable,” he countered, tugging on the shirt’s hem. “Though I might need to rethink leaving my clothes lying around.”He pulled you into his arms, the smell of him even stronger now, mingling with the warmth of his touch. “Keep it,” he murmured, resting his chin on top of your head. “It looks better on you anyway.”You didn’t need to say anything else. Wrapped in his arms, wearing his shirt, the world felt right again.

The next morning, you woke up still in his shirt, curled up against him like some kind of lovesick koala. His arm was draped over you, heavy and warm, his slow breaths brushing against your neck. For a moment, you thought he was still asleep.Wrong.“Enjoying yourself, thief?” His voice was a low rumble against your ear, and you almost jumped out of your skin.“Kakashi!” You squirmed, trying to wriggle free, but his grip tightened.“Nuh-uh. You started this,” he murmured, dragging you closer, “so now you deal with the consequences.”“Consequences?!” you huffed, your face heating up. “It’s just a shirt—”“It’s not just a shirt,” he interrupted, his voice dripping with mock offense. “It’s my shirt. And you didn’t even ask.”You rolled your eyes. “You weren’t even here to ask!”His hand slid up your side, making your breath hitch. “Still,” he said, his tone softening, “you looked too damn cute in it to stay mad.”You stared at him, unsure if you wanted to smack him or melt into him. “You’re impossible.”“And yet, you’re still here,” he teased, brushing a strand of hair from your face. His eye softened, the usual teasing glint replaced with something warmer, deeper. “I like that.”The moment stretched, his fingers lingering on your cheek. You thought he might kiss you. You hoped he would.But no. Of course not. He was Kakashi Hatake, the king of keeping you on your toes.Instead, he pulled back, his smirk returning in full force. “Alright, let’s get moving. Breakfast isn’t going to cook itself.”You blinked, thrown by the sudden shift. “You’re cooking?”“Don’t sound so surprised,” he said, already heading toward the kitchen. “I’m full of surprises.”---Later, you found yourself sitting at the kitchen table, watching him move around like he owned the place. He was still in his usual casual attire, the mask back on, but you couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles flexed with every movement. Damn him.He caught you staring, of course. Because why wouldn’t he?“Something on your mind, sweetheart?” he asked, turning just enough to smirk at you over his shoulder.“No,” you lied, focusing on the table.“Hmm. Is that so?” He set a plate in front of you before leaning in, his face inches from yours. “Because you’re looking at me like you’re hungry for something else.”Your face went up in flames. “Shut up!”He chuckled, pulling back and sitting across from you. “Eat up. You’ll need your energy.”“For what?” you asked suspiciously.He tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Oh, you know... just in case you decide to steal anything else.”

Kakashi had been gone for three days, which was three days too many for your liking. You missed his presence, his teasing remarks, the way he’d casually pull you into his arms like it was second nature.And okay, maybe you’d gone a little stir-crazy. Maybe the loneliness had you acting out of character, doing things like—oh, I don’t know—raiding his drawers for something to steal.It started innocent enough. You told yourself it was just for comfort—another one of his shirts to curl up in. But then your eyes landed on the drawer below. The one with his boxers.No. Absolutely not.But the thought stuck, stubborn and relentless. Before you knew it, you were holding one up, staring at it like it was some forbidden treasure.It was soft, black, and—dare you say it—kinda cute. You bit your lip, glancing toward the door like a guilty kid about to sneak cookies before dinner.“Alright, fine,” you muttered, yanking it on over your shorts. The waistband sat snug against your hips, the fabric absurdly comfortable. You gave yourself a twirl in the mirror, laughing at how ridiculous—but oddly cute—you looked.---You didn’t hear him come in.The front door shut softly, followed by the quiet creak of his boots on the floor. You froze mid-spin, your heart leaping into your throat.“Comfortable?”Oh. No.You turned slowly, your face heating up as you met his gaze. Kakashi stood leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed, his eye sharp

Kakashi had left again, this time for a week. One whole week. By day three, you were spiraling—not dramatically, of course, but you were definitely missing his annoying smirks and stupid, smug comebacks.

The thing is, his shirt wasn’t cutting it anymore. You needed to upgrade.

That’s when your eyes landed on his dresser.

You tried to fight it. Really, you did. But the curiosity—the need—to claim another piece of him was too strong. So there you were, staring at the drawer that held the most forbidden treasure of all: Kakashi Hatake’s boxers.

“Alright, let’s do this,” you whispered, hyping yourself up like some kind of spy.

You slid the drawer open, and there they were, folded neatly because of course he’s that kind of man. Your fingers hovered before grabbing a pair—black with subtle designs, nothing flashy, but still very Kakashi.

You held them up, grinning like an idiot. Victory.

The real fun began when he came home early.

You were lounging on the couch in his boxers—because why not? They were comfortable as hell, okay? Paired with one of his oversized shirts, you looked like you were practically drowning in his wardrobe.

The door creaked open. “I’m home,” he called out, his tone casual.

Your blood ran cold. He wasn’t supposed to be back yet.

“Welcome back!” you yelled, scrambling to act normal. But it was too late. He’d already stepped into the living room.

His single eye scanned you, starting at your face, traveling down to the shirt, and then—oh no—the boxers.

You could see the moment it clicked. His head tilted, that infuriating smirk spreading across his face. “Well, well, well,” he drawled. “What do we have here?”

Your heart raced. “I can explain!”

“Oh, I’d love to hear it,” he said, stepping closer, hands shoved in his pockets. “You stealing my shirts was one thing, but this?”

“They’re comfortable!” you blurted, clutching the hem of the shirt for dear life.

“Comfortable, huh?” He loomed over you now, his voice dropping into that low, teasing register that made your stomach flip. “So, what’s the plan here? Are you raiding my entire wardrobe, or are boxers the final boss of your heist?”

“I was just—”

“Just what?” He leaned in, so close you could see the amusement glinting in his eye. “Trying to feel closer to me?”

Your face burned. “Maybe.”

His chuckle was soft, warm, and absolutely maddening. “You know,” he said, his hand brushing lightly over your hip, “if you wanted my attention, sweetheart, you didn’t have to steal my underwear.”

“I wasn’t trying to—”

“Shh.” He pressed a finger to your lips, silencing you with that damn smirk. “Keep ’em,” he said, his voice dangerously soft. “But don’t think for a second you’re getting away with this.”

Before you could ask what he meant, he scooped you up, slinging you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

“Kakashi!” you shrieked, smacking his back as he carried you off to God knows where.

“Actions have consequences, cupcake,” he said, utterly unbothered. “And I intend to teach you that lesson.”

It all started with an innocent comment—as these things always do. You’d been lounging in his oversized shirt and boxers, proudly parading around like you owned the place, when you made the offhand remark:

“You know, if I were a man, I’d rock this look better than you.”

Kakashi, who had been peacefully reading on the couch, barely glanced up. “Oh, is that so?”

“Yeah,” you said, puffing out your chest. “All I’m missing are two oranges and a banana, and I’d be unstoppable.”

That caught his attention. His book lowered, his visible eyebrow quirking. “Two oranges and a banana?”

“You heard me.”

A slow smirk spread across his face. “Alright, then. Let’s see it.”

And that’s how you found yourself in the kitchen, raiding the fruit bowl while Kakashi leaned against the counter, arms crossed and thoroughly amused.

You shoved two oranges into the front of the shirt, adjusting them until they looked “anatomically correct.” Then, for the grand finale, you slipped a banana into the waistband of the boxers, letting it hang just right.

You turned to face him, hands on your hips. “How do I look?”

Kakashi stared at you for a long moment before his shoulders started shaking. Then, he lost it.

“Oh my god,” he said, doubling over with laughter. “You look ridiculous.”

“Excuse me?” you said, feigning offense. “I look amazing.”

“You look like a fruit basket.”

“Yeah? Well, this fruit basket could steal your girl.” You struck a pose, smirking like you were on a runway.

Kakashi wiped a tear from his eye, his laughter finally subsiding. “Alright, alright. You win. But don’t blame me when the fruit ends up squished.”

“Blame you? Oh, no,” you said, stepping closer and poking him in the chest. “This is all your fault, Hatake.”

He leaned down, his smirk softening into something more mischievous. “Oh, is it now?”

“Yup,” you said, grinning up at him. “And you’re gonna pay for it.”

After the “banana incident,” as Kakashi had started calling it, you were determined to redeem yourself. “Alright, no more fruit props,” you declared one evening. “We’re doing this properly.”Kakashi sighed, flipping a page in his book. “Properly? You mean without turning the kitchen into your personal fashion studio?”“Exactly.” You plopped down beside him, crossing your legs. “I’m going full method actor now. Prepare to witness greatness.”He glanced at you, unimpressed. “And what’s the plan this time?”“A cucumber,” you said confidently.Kakashi’s book lowered, and his visible eye blinked slowly. “A cucumber.”“Yes.” You grinned. “It’s more… realistic.”---The next day, you stormed into the living room, fully decked out in Kakashi’s clothes—his shirt, his boxers, and, of course, the infamous cucumber strategically tucked into the waistband.Kakashi looked up from his tea, and for a moment, he said nothing. Just… stared.“Well?” you prompted, striking a heroic pose. “What do you think?”His eye twitched. “You know,” he began slowly, “I can’t decide if I should be impressed or concerned.”“Impressed,” you said firmly. “Definitely impressed.”He sighed, setting his cup down. “Alright, I’ll bite. Why a cucumber?”“Because it’s perfect,” you said, gesturing dramatically. “It’s the right shape, the right size, and—”“Stop,” he interrupted, holding up a hand. “I don’t need the details.”“Admit it,” you said, stepping closer. “You’re jealous of how good I look.”He smirked, leaning back. “Jealous? Hardly. Amused? Absolutely.”---And then he snatched the cucumber.“Hey!” you yelped, trying to grab it back.Kakashi held it out of reach, his smirk widening. “You’re done, cupcake. No more props.”“Give it back!”“Not a chance.”You lunged for it, but Kakashi was faster, pinning you to the couch with one arm while holding the cucumber triumphantly in the other.“Looks like I win,” he said, his voice low and smug.You glared up at him, your face flushed. “This isn’t over.”“Oh, I know,” he said, his grin turning wicked. “It never is with you.”

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